You know those memes where you do a quiz to find out which X you are in a movie/TV show/book, etc.? One of the ones that I’ve talked to friends about several times is Grease.
So many women wanted to be Sandy. You remember, pretty blond Olivia Newton John who wore sweaters and pearls? She won John Travola’s heart so obviously she was the one to emulate.
I never was Sandy. I wasn’t a cheerleader, I had a smart mouth and the jocks never held any interest for me. And I always knew that anyone who was as clueless as Danny could never get my attention.
Rizzo, now, she was someone I could relate to. I always wanted to be Rizzo. And I probably am in a lot of ways. I am pretty self confident–just ask Snake. He’ll tell me that I look good and, in absolute homage to my mother, I will reply, “I know.”
I don’t have a lot of patience for fakes. I don’t tend to pretend to be anyone other than who I am. Much to the chagrin of people around me sometimes because if someone asks my opinion, they get it. But, my friends know that I will tell them the truth and will fight to the end with them.
I also tend to be an all-in kind of person. I worry about my friends, I check on them, I tell them that I love them. That, unfortunately for my heart sometimes brings out the other Rizzo part.
When I get hurt, I hurt. I tend to withdraw and nurse my wounds. The whole Domme-ly Domme of Dommedom gives people the impression that we don’t feel. Fuck, at times, I would absolutely love to have that ability for a while. Wouldn’t it be nice to turn it off until it simmered down enough not to hurt THAT MUCH?
So, what do I want to be when I grow up? I think I already am. And for good and bad, I think I’m OK with that.