#milestone

In one month since its debut, this blog was able to gain 300+ followers. Thank you, guys.

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The mature woman you think is attractive, has her life together, is accomplished, and comes with the added bonus of purchase: she’s submissive. Jackpot, right? Well, yeah. But let’s unpack that a little.

Look at her.

She is, perhaps, married, or was. She may have children and no help at home, or survived the child rearing and is now looking to new stages in her life. She may have an ex whose sole purpose in life is to score points off her, she may have aging family to care for. Daily, she keeps several plates spinning at the top of tall reeds, and you better believe keeping those things spinning isn’t really an act of choice for her.  If she lets them fall, they shatter spectacularly, people look and gawk and judge her harshly for her failures.

Look at her.

She is in control at all times, because there are no choices. No alternatives for her, not until those delicious few hours when someone places a collar around her neck and leads her to sanctuary. Until someone ensures that it’s okay to leave the reeds, the plates will spin on, awaiting her return. She revels in the mindlessness of no expectation other than acquiescence, the quietude of simply existing.  That is her respite, her renewal. And if, during renewal, she might feel pleasure, so much the better. So much sweeter those achievements, those moments, those peaks.  She knows to value each one.

Look at her.

She is, perhaps, a professional of some sort. She might manage people, or create things. Could be she is a force to be reckoned with, meeting deadlines and keeping the ship in its lane.  Without question, she has been fighting her entire life for the same recognition you take for granted.  She manages her life quite handily, and largely prefers it that way, save for the moments that she would like to put all of it down, to step away.  She revels in not being the steward of lives and lifestyles, if only for a short time, entrusted only to the one person she can surrender herself and her stewardship.  She looked long and hard for that person, and if that one is you, take note.  

Look at her.

Careful, careful thought has gone into the placing down of those burdens.  She has weighed the imperatives that others place upon her against her instinct to succumb to the siren call of tranquility.  She has calculated, and considered, and decided.  There is a deliberateness to the action of transferring power.  The reward meets the risk, and she is equal to the task.  You are her partner in the exchange, and she has faith in your strength and trusteeship.

Look at her.

She has bent for you.  Knelt, bent, allowed herself to be arranged, raised pink and tender places for your inspection and attention and your tools and implements.  She has chosen the fluid exchange of energy, gathering strength from her suffering for you, taking your darkness into her, committing her flesh to the healing of both cell and spirit.  She allows, she chooses, she commits.  Her will unleashes your own and in turn your will keeps hers secure.

Look at her.

Struggle with the deviation from societal norms has left her vulnerable.  She has sought out a place to give away, if only for a short while, her body, her conscious mind, perhaps even a portion of her soul.  With the shedding of her clothing, that nakedness runs deeper than the flesh.  When she is wrapped in blankets and forehead kisses or later slipping into street clothing, she is quietly donning the protective garments of her every day.

Look at her.  Isn’t she fine?

Well, this went over 5000 notes sometime in the last few days, which just boggles my mind.

Every once in a while I log in here, and see the notifications, scrolling scrolling down.  Every so often I’ll see something appended to it, notes between lovers, someone longing to be seen, finally, for who she is, a kind observance of the writing.  

I want you to know I’ve read every one.

I don’t answer them all because I realize that it really isn’t about me as an individual, the conversation is more broad, more global, more to all of us as citizens of the universe.  I don’t think people really contemplate that there’s an actual person reading their comments, and I don’t wish to startle anyone by proving that it’s so.

But I am here, intermittently, and I am reading, and I’m just full to bursting with amity and love, and hope in my heart for all of you.  Life in general isn’t easy, this lifestyle in particular even more so, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I hope you’re happy, and safe, and warm, and loved.

I see you, and you are fine.

Maybe I could get some tribute submissions? :-D

Wear It Low started in August 2014 with this photo of an erotic model / porn actress Caprice. It began as a side project of sorts to my other tumblr, one dedicated to nude stuff, which is now pretty much abandoned.

That was 2.5 years and (almost) 100 photos ago. Today, Wear It Low hit 1000 followers.

I haven’t really been an active poster, which explains that puny number of just a hundred (95, actually) photos over such a long span of time. There were long breaks, and it’s not like I’ve been posting a photo every day even during the most active times this blog has seen. But the numbers kept growing, and here we are.

I don’t spy on my followers or anything, but I keep an eye sometimes on the activity feed, and the usernames are usually telling. I have people with a general belly kink, I have those who are focused on specifically jeans, I have 00′s nostalgics, I have fans of specific singers / actresses, I have some ana / thinspo people too. Truly a diverse crowd.

Of course, I don’t delude myself. A fair portion of these accounts are inactive or abandoned, or perhaps were never real in the first place. Some read all their timeline, some subscribe to a million blogs just to never look at the posts again. But still, the number is far from meaningless. Throughout these 2.5 years, a thousand different people looked at this tumblr and thought “hey, I like this content, I’ll follow them”. A thousand subtle gestures of appreciation, if you will. And no matter how awkward it might sound from a fetish blog, it does matter.

I’m happy that the kind of content I post - very niche nowadays! - has prompted enough attention to make a thousand people click “follow” at some point. To all of you:

Thank you.

Here’s to a thousand more, eventually.

… and to the eventual return of this fashion - I mean, a man can dream. :)

P.S. If you missed the news, Wear It Low is also present on Instagram - follow the account @lowrisejeans there if you prefer it that way.