So, I started this blog… and then I almost immediately freaked out about it. There were definitely a few contributing factors: first and foremost being Instagram. Yeah… oops.
You see, my husband / Daddy (have I even introduced him on here yet? Well, we will talk about him more later!) looks at a lot of interesting stuff on Instagram. He often shows it to me. I have my own account, well, two accounts, actually. Both were made after a lot of urging from my 17 year old son, who couldn’t believe I didn’t have an account, haha. So we made one for me, and one for the cats. The cats have double the followers I have… of course.
But I’m terrible with social media, so I stopped posting after awhile. I just get bored with it all. However, I started thinking: what if I made a Little account?? (Because I know there’s stuff like that out there, since my Daddy follows different kink accounts.) Now, I’m not totally naive in my adult brain, but my Little mind tends to be a tad… okay, yes, naive. My thought was that I could find like-minded Littles and maybe finally have some friends.
Duh, that’s also what this blog was for. But this would be a two-pronged approach! Yeah! Plus, I always take so many cute Little pics for Daddy, now I could have somewhere to share them! I admit to being a little bit worried about showing my face, though. My blog here is meant to be anonymous, and now I was NOT being completely anonymous… What if someone I knew saw?? I was pretty nervous.
I’m not even sure I had that Instagram account for a week. I was freaked out the whole time that someone would see it. And sure enough, even though I did everything “right,” their data collectors still matched up my info and started “suggesting” my blog to people I knew. Luckily I’d made it private, but still… who knows who actually saw it, considering the bio is readable and it had all the pertinent letters (ddlg, d/s, etc). Not only that, Instagram is… a wild rodeo… to put it nicely. My pictures are all PG, but people are not always so tame. There are definitely all sorts out there… and I can’t deal with that. Not as a Little.
So then I just didn’t even want to blog. I thought that maybe trying to reach out and connect as someone like… this… was a mistake. Daddy can keep me safe and sheltered. Venturing out and talking to other people is inherently unsafe though. But… I had already subscribed to a few blogs and they come to my inbox regularly. I still read those. They sound like nice, good, sweet people. People I’d like to get to know.
I’m shy, anxious, and a bit gun-shy about all this. But… I want this blog. 🙂