It's funny, being assigned a mytho+lo+gical title by a co+smic video+ game o+f unkno+wn o+rigin. I wo+n't pretend I was always the best team player. I spent so+ much o+f the three sweeps that my friends and I spent in that game rejecting this assignment, bo+th as a Maid and Of Space. I didn't want to+ be a servant. I didn't want to+ be a mo+ther. What a sick jo+ke, I always tho+ught, that this thing tried to+ tell me that my ultimate destiny was to+ be the universe's dutiful mo+mmy. I'd have spit in the face o+f who+ever created this damn game if I co+uld. I still might. Pto+o+ey. But in a ro+undabo+ut way, it gave me a deeper appreciatio+n o+f maids. It's chic no+w to+ asso+ciate the Tro+ll French maid with sex, but little is do+ne to+ ackno+wledge the hard, suppo+rt-co+lumn breaking wo+rk these wo+men were do+ing to+ maintain the hives o+f rich highblo+o+ds. Beneath tho+se frilly skirts and cute apro+ns is a wo+man who+ to+iled fo+r absurdly lo+ng ho+urs with little sleep, little pay, and little reco+gnitio+n. My blo+o+dpumper breaks fo+r them. I realized, perhaps to+o+ late, that I co+uldn't just say "fuck yo+u" to+ the universe and leave it at that. It wo+uld mean that the sacrifices o+f all o+f tho+se maids befo+re me were in vain. Maybe even that is ego+tistical o+f me to+ admit. But if I were go+ing to+ be a Maid, I had to+ at least try to+ ho+no+r my class' namesake. I ho+pe I still am. #MaidMo+nday #SGRUB #GPOY
Beautifully worded~. My pusher is breaking for the struggles of working women~.
and here i thought id havwe to beg and plead and wvhine and offer to put on my owvn maid outfit to get you into one, but you vwent and did it all on your owvn! looking spiffy porr, this is a real good fit. those porny ones are so lame, vwhile i wvouldnt mind a bit more skin, this is vwhere its at! #suggestivwe
Wait, damn it. Is it to+o+ late fo+r yo+u to+ pretend yo+u didn't see this so+ yo+u can whine and beg and o+ffer to+ put o+n a maid dress to+o+?
And *plead, that's very impo+rtant.
It's a funny thing, choosing to be a maid. Giving your will, your agency, your spirit, all to another. And yet, you take something as well. They atrophy, become dependent, become unto wigglers. One must wonder who is the true master, ahuhu. If it is the maid, it seems a hollow victory. A master who holds not the leash is hardly a master at all! A dog pulling a decrepit old owner along by its leash. Ah, but it is worthwhile to think on. I know I am.
im considering it.
What if I said yo+u co+uld wear mine?
and youd be vwearing, wvhat? nothing, i hope. #nsfvw
Maybe. There's o+ne way fo+r yo+u to+ find o+ut.
This is such a 8eautifully worded lamentation on Sgrub game mechanics and the effects they have on our personal identities. Your diatribes on classes and the connections one must form with them never fail to intrigue me. You are quite an insper8ion, Porrim!