when better armor is uglier
when my mum scolds me
This is my kitten, Simba. I rescued Alaska (My Grey Kitty) from a shelter by my house and I found Simba (The Brown Kitty) in a trash can.
Simba was laying next to his two, what I assume to be, brothers who sadly passed away.. and simba was still cuddling with them for what I…
Let’s begin by reiterating that I don’t force people to give me their money. I have not ever held a gun to someone’s head and demanded they give me something they do not feel I am entitled to. I don’t understand why I should be belittled for the fact that there are wealthy, powerful men who are willing to provide young, attractive, smart women like myself with money, gifts, travel, etc. in exchange for their time. Perhaps if you see an issue with that, you shouldn’t blame me – maybe you should look closer at the socially and politically reinforced attitudes that have bred a world in which sugar dating is not only plausible, but popular?
The worst people can call me is a “gold digger”, or a “whore”, or “slut”, or “bitch”. Even then, they’d call me a gold digger if I were dating these men for free, because the media has decreed that hot, young women only want one thing from successful older men – it’s not the enjoyment of spending time with someone who’s driven, ambitious, supportive, worldly and intelligent, it’s their wallet. The other names? I’ve been called worse on the street walking home from work, with no justification. People use words like that to leverage control over others. Unfortunately for the small minds that spit those kinds of slurs, they don’t work as well once you know they have no real power unless you allow them to hold sway over your thoughts and actions. Like Eleanor Roosevelt said, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
When a man gives me money in exchange for the pleasure of my company, he is acknowledging that I have provided something – a service, whatever it may be, whether it’s company over dinner or yes, sex – for which he is willing to pay good money. When I’m sugaring, I’m still ‘dating’ men I’m attracted to both intellectually and physically but in my case, they are cognisant of (and, if they’ve made it through my screening, usually respectful of) the fact that my time is precious and if they want to share it with me, something’s gotta give.
And please, don’t be mislead into thinking that being an SB isn’t hard work – sugaring is hard work from beginning to end and a good SB is paid accordingly for the mastery of an art. Trust me when I say that I have earned every dollar, every gift, every hatted five-course meal I have received during my time sugaring. You should also believe me when I say that, given the alternative, I’d rather sugar and be paid for my time and effort than waste money and time going on an endless round of dates with men who are unappreciative.