I feel I must make a confession to alleviate my guilt. I am clearly not myself.
I have known one, two, three, four and more individuals who like to get stuff bought for them. And who doesn't. But really I am talking about a "I will have sex with you, occasionally wear a short skirt and you buy me stuff/support me" set-up. I should say that it pains me that this scenario usually only relates to women. But that is because of the conditioning we all receive from birth. Another post altogether.
On the fetish scene, there is also such a thing as financial slavery, which is different, but I still feel pretty darn uneasy with it.
And yet, here I am, now about to embark on my quest to become an artist, thinking:
"Gosh, it sure would be nice to have a rich man take care of, I mean sponsor me whilst I become an amazing artiste."
But it's not like I wouldn't be working, I just wouldn't be bringing home any money.
I feel the need for self-flagellation. And you can all shut-up, because it's not erotic if you're doing it to yourself.
How did it come to this, Maisie, you who try to avoid letting boys buy you stuff?