What's in Name

[La****]

It says something about you, your name.
Not your real one. Not the one
your parents gave you. That was a gift,
or a burden. But when you tiptoed in here -
or let's be fair, some of us stomped -
you chose a new you. A moniker that said,
Hey. This is who I am. This is who
I chose to be. Me.
To the right of the slash we have the petting zoo.
It's filled with kittens and bunnies. Pandas, too.
Little this and baby that. To the left, beware.
Masters and Lords and Ladies. Goddess. Mistress.
Grand Poobah III. Waving our flags, pinning
our labels to our chests. I'm here, find me.
And I'm no different. Charli_girl, Char_bunny,
Charmander and the infamous bitch, Lady Char.
It's important, a name. It can tell me at a glance
Dom, sub, switch, little. It tells me you don't care,
Denver4571, and that your profile will be blank,
London467. You're not serious. You're not here
for the long haul. I avoid you, I judge you.
But don't worry, you're not the bottom of the pile,
you're not the least appealing card in the pack.
Enter, Well_Hung, and his dance partner, Slut4u.
They be taking the stage right after BenDover
performs with MrJizz and KittyLicker2000.
The crass accounts, who are “ just here
to have fun” and are “looking to drop a load”.
Playing the part of the gimp in the corner
of the porno. Furtively rubbing beneath the suit
and wondering why no one invited them to play.
Let me tell you the story one day of my friend
EatAndFuckYourAss, who walked in a wide boy,
and walked out a Dom. It's never too late
to change your name.

(Unless you just changed it, then it's twelve long months 🤣)

[x-****]

I didn’t make the list, whew! Char, always remember to measure twice, cut once 🤣

[sa****]

I was born into three namye the government name, the spiritual name and the sacred name that only my mother knows and that will be the name the most high will use to call me home at the end of my time

[Ha****]

I love the DMs I get from people who feel the need to police how I refer to my own body. It’s hilarious to me because, let’s be real, if they saw me in person, the first thing they’d notice is that I’m fat. It’s like they’re trying to protect me from a word that doesn’t bother me but clearly bothers them. Funny how they think their discomfort should dictate how I describe myself. Newsflash: I’m fat, I know it, and I’m not interested in shrinking myself—physically or verbally—to make anyone else more comfortable.