This letter was written by my sub some time ago, and has been shared across several different Facebook pages and groups. I am posting it here since FB tends to delete old posts and I don’t want it lost.

I really hate how the word “submissive” has been turned into something ugly. Especially for male subs. I mean, for fuck’s sake, it’s just a word. A meaningful word, an important word, a word used to define a person, but still just a word. Why do people have to twist the definitions of words until they become stereotypes that overwhelm the actual meaning of the word? And when did the word become gender-specific, so that whenever you think “submissive” you automatically think “female?”

A submissive is a person with a burning, overwhelming desire to serve the needs of another, to the exclusion of all else. A submissive is a person who finds strength and peace in serving the needs of another. A submissive is a person who cannot find satisfaction unless that submissive is servicing the needs of another. Period.
I am a submissive. I’m not some pansy-ass weakling with a bow tie and sweater-vest. I’m not some mama’s boy who whines for the nipple and can’t lift a bag a flour without breaking a sweat. And I for damn sure am not some prissy little idiot with no will of my own.

I am 6’4, 260 lbs. That’s muscle, not fat, btw. I can bench-press My Lady with one arm. My chosen career may not be “manly” in some people’s eyes, but it doesn’t make me less of a man. I love football and baseball and basketball and the Olympics. I can change my own oil, change a flat tire on the side of the road, and rebuild a car’s engine from scratch. I got as high as Brown Belt, Black Stripe in Hapkido way back when I was in high school. I played Linebacker for my college football team. I love doing home repairs, and I can spend hours wandering around Home Depot, daydreaming about my next home-improvement project. By those stereotypical definitions, I am a man.

That said, those things are not what make me a man. Nor do they have anything to do with what makes me a submissive.

I submit to My Lady because I need to, not because She “makes me.” She is my Queen. I am Her knight. I will defend and protect Her with my dying breath. I will beat the ever-loving shit out of anyone who so much as looks her Her wrong. I kneel for Her because it makes me feel complete. I put Her needs above my own because I feel at peace when I do so. I AM HERS. That doesn’t mean I’m some cowering weakling who’s going to sit in a corner and whine for Mama to come tie my shoes for me. Her will is my will. I serve Her and protect Her and love Her, and above all, I submit to Her. IT IS MY CHOICE.

So for all those misinformed idiots who shake their heads at the concept of a man submitting to a woman, you’ve got it all wrong. As My Lady is fond of saying, it takes more strength to kneel than it does to stand in front of someone. I am stronger than you will ever know. I choose to kneel. I choose to obey. I choose to submit. And I am not ashamed of it.

Thank you for reading.”

Rhiannon’s sub