Submissive in Seattle is 12 years old, and I have not given it the upkeep I ought to for a project that shaped my early adulthood, saw me defining my identity, and meet the woman I would marry. I decided to change that.
I’ll be reviewing and updating my old posts in chronological order, see what a dozen years of navel gazing has wrought. Maybe stumble across some insight as to how to manage life, love, kink, and everything else as man who feels much differently about the world than the one who sat down and began his public journal with an irony-poisoned Kubrick quote.
I regret sometimes that I did not find a better way to back up my old Tumblr, this sardonically pessimistic post is probably my earliest digital thumbprint as Peroxide, other than perhaps some comments on Fern’s Blog from that era.
It is a little emblematic of my tendency to jump into a creative project and learn by doing, It’s a messy process, but I think it does have the advantage of being pretty honest. If you read along, you’re going to come across some uncomfortable and awkward posts as I flailed towards the stunning pinnacle of self-actualization sitting here now. Hopefully it helps you feel less awkward and uncomfortable about your own journey, or at least you find it amusing.
Your humble and obedient servant,
– Peroxide (written 12/5/2023)