the bird makes me old

Doing new things is hard! Sometimes, anyway. Especially when they are things that make me feel out of my element, like an outsider, not part of the club.

NO! I’m not talking about dirty things! I love doing new dirty things, experiencing new BDSM related things, new play, new toys, new marks. I wish I were reporting on that today.

This new is technology related. I know – groan, hiss, eyeroll. How boring. My struggle is REAL though. I started a Twitter account to go along with my Etsy account, same name as that. I’ve never much cared for Twitter (insert old age jokes here), though I have had a personal one for years. My Etsy shop is very small, but business has been pretty steady and the BDSM pins have been a huge hit. That’s pretty awesome and unexpected, but I would like to get a little more traffic to increase the sales of our higher-end items – the bars and the spanky things. I’ve been struggling with the logistics, but Sir uses Twitter to promote his podcast and Etsy shop and He seems to get a lot of hits from it, so I thought I’d give it a whirl.

I made the g&P account and of course needed to label it as adult, which then required me to allow myself to see questionable material. First of all, my old ass didn’t even realize there was full on porn on Twitter. HA! Surprise! Yippie! Twitter is a whole new world with that little toggle on! I pinned a silly little intro post and put what I thought were relevant tags. How will I get followers I thought?! Perhaps I should SEARCH the tags that I put to find like-minded folk. I found things! A lot of cam girls, and Dominatrix profiles and people selling nekkid photos. Nothing wrong with ANY of those things, at all. I’m not against them in the least. It’s just not the kind of thing that I’m looking for right now. Those circles aren’t really going to accomplish anything for my business… also I am not sure that they are all legit anyway. I certainly don’t want to deal with a lot of bots.

The account has been open a week. Of course there are no followers. Because I do NOT know what I’m doing. I don’t know what tags to use, I don’t know how to come off as a real person or a business. (I just had the funniest thought: I don’t know how to come off as a real person in actual LIFE either. Maybe that’s just my personality.)  =) I really don’t know where to start, so I have a followed a few people whose blogs I follow and then people they retweet. Yes. Like a weirdo stalker. I’m going to keep trying to find my place. On Twitter. In blogland. In life. One day, I may stumble into where I belong! Here’s hoping.

There’s not a whole lot going on with this post, I just wanted to regale you all with the tale of how I am not suited for Twitter. How, at age 41, I feel like such an old lady trying to figure out the interwebs that all the kids are talking about.
*I’m still a dirty, submissive old lady so that has to count for something! Right?!

Happy weekend, y’all!
~shygirl

I have debated with myself for ten minutes on whether or not I should post links to Etsy or Twitter. I am horrible at promotion, much less self-promotion. And Twitter is a whole lot of nothing at the moment. But I’m certainly not forcing you to click the links so maybe it’s not too pushy. Aarghhhhh. Click or don’t, it’s all good.

twitter: @glitterandPlaid
etsy.com/shop/glitterandplaid

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what do you say

What is the best feeling in the world?

For real, I am asking. I was awake most of the night pondering this question, but that’s a whole other thing. So, the absolute best feeling that you have ever felt in your entire life – what was it?

Was it something so simple as that first sip of coffee in the morning?
Maybe how you feel after a hard workout?
Would you say the best you’ve ever felt was from an illicit drug?
Your wedding day?
The birth of a child?
Praise? Attention? Recognition?
Finishing something?
Sinking into a bathtub?
Sex?

What the fuck is the best feeling in the world?

I’ve done all of those things – the coffee, the workout, the drugs, the wedding, the birth three times over, the accolades, the completing, the sex, the bath – and so much more.
They all have their merits, big or small. All can bring joy and feel amazing, but the best?

An easy answer would be bringing life into the world because it is so everything – BUT just for a second, lets take childbirth out of the equation. Now what is the best feeling?

I really do want to know.

For me the best feeling is…

Submission.
Total submission.
Giving up not just my body, but my mind, my heart, my very self.
Absolute trust.
A beautiful trip to subspace.
The moments when I am replaced with so much Dominance and Love that I cease to exist on this plane. I become transported to a different dimension where my brain is quiet (no easy feat). The place where anxiety and fear don’t exist – because there just is no more room inside.
Complete surrender.
Wholly shattered yet complete.
There is no better high to chase.
Not for me.

… and that is how I know that I am submissive to the core.

But I wonder if that is how other submissives feel? Or Dominants, on the flipside?
If anyone is still around reading this, I’d LOVE for you to weigh-in.

Happy Tuesday!!
~shygirl ♥