So my book is out now, and while I was making my book adverts, I got an email from LittleForBig, my favorite online store that makes apparel for ABDLs and littles. I love their products! This email has unexpectedly changed my outlook on life (so get ready… although it probably won’t change yours).
Anyway, all week I’ve been getting these promotional emails from companies wanting to flog father’s day at me. I live in England, but I live most of my online existence on American sites, so I get this twice a year (heaven forbid they synch holidays), for about two weeks each time. Add two mother’s days, and that’s about eight weeks of the year where I get it rubbed in my face that my parents are dead. That’s if we don’t count Christmas, which has its associated traumas (I’m not being dramatic; I have PTSD). That’s eight weeks of the year where I’m unnecessarily and starkly reminded of the life I never got to live.
So, usually, when anything is emblazoned with the word “father’s” beside the word “day” I either delete it, unread, if it’s an email, or I click “hide advert” or “hide post” on social media. There are entire aisles of the supermarket to avoid, too.
Why, then, did I open an email marked, “daddy’s day” without knowing what it was? First, it was from LittleForBig and I couldn’t imagine them trying to sell people adult baby regalia for their *actual* fathers. Second, I was intrigued by the wording of the subject line.
It was pure genius. I’ve opened some great emails this week but I think this one wins out (I’ve since discovered that Daddy’s Day is a Thing… but I didn’t know).
You see, before today, I always thought father’s day was only for people with actual parents who did family things. It never occurred to me that this day (or days) could be taken for those of us in a consenting, adult relationship with a grownup.
I’ve said before that I’m moving to Asia soon. When I do, British father’s day will no longer be something I have to think about, but, unless I quit being on the Internet, American father’s day will be there, still.
So, I’m sorry if this offends any of you. And, I am aware that most people have parents, and use these holidays to honor and respect them, but I don’t, so I LOVE that this is a thing.
Apparently, it took a mass-distributed newsletter promo email to show me that this day can be celebrated by ageplaying orphans, too. My Daddy does a lot of stuff that, rightly, would be the job of my actual parents.
Whenever I have a disaster and I’m away from home, he is always on the other end of the phone. So much so that I’ve been in BIG trouble before for not answering when he calls. Remember how I said about my second worst spanking of the year (yep, that’s a link to my only first-hand spanking account)? The first worst spanking this year was for hanging up the phone on my Daddy. Three times. In quick succession. Then I turned my phone off for an hour. I don’t know that I’ll ever feel like writing about that as a real-life account, although it’s partly made its way into one of my books.
He also sets boundaries, buys me little treats, sends me nice thoughts, and encourages me when I’m scared. He is patient when I am crying (again) about something I did or forgot to do or tried to do (badly), he is usually a little less patient when I’m spitting sparks about something, and he is always there when I’ve burnt my hand on the oven or been scratched by a rabbit or when I’m over-tired and cranky. So I think it’s only right that he gets the appreciation that he deserves on this special day.
And that’s why I am borrowing this holiday, claiming it for all the littles, and celebrating it with my book release.
Happy Daddy’s Day!
Lots of love,