Ever see folks linking “submissive” straight to kinky stuff? Pushed me to figure out – gotta be more to it, right? Started paying attention to all those little moments we bend without even thinking about it.
My Dumb Little Tests
Decided to run some real-life experiments, totally normal stuff:
- Shutting Up At Dinner: Partner was ranting about their boss. Felt that itch to jump in with my “better” solutions. Bit my tongue. Let them vent. Weirdly tough to just… listen fully.
- Kids Pick Dinner (God Help Me): Usually steer them towards something healthy. That Wednesday? Pointed at the takeout menu. “Pick whatever. Seriously.” Watched them nearly faint before ordering enough tacos to feed an army. Kitchen stayed clean. Point scored.
- Work Idea? Not Mine? Okay Fine. Team meeting. Sarah pitched a project approach that felt… off, honestly. Saw where she was going. Instead of my usual “But here’s why my way rocks…” just nodded. “Alright Sarah, run with it.” Felt weird not fighting, honestly.
So What Actually Happened?
Here’s the kicker:
- Partner finished venting and went “Thanks. Needed that.” No demands, just relief.
- Taco night turned chaotic fun, zero arguments about veggies. Just messy smiles.
- Sarah’s project wasn’t perfect. But it worked, and she owned it completely. Team saw she could deliver.
None of it felt sexy. Not one bit. Felt like… choosing peace. Choosing ease. Choosing to let someone else steer the damn car for five minutes. Realized something huge: submission happens daily when you decide not to be the traffic cop. It’s giving space, not control. It’s letting someone else’s needs or choices win, simply ’cause sometimes it’s easier or kinder.
Sexual submission? Sure, that’s a whole lane. But most submission is just us navigating life without picking every single fight. We bend to avoid breaking stuff, or relationships, or our own nerves. That’s the simple truth. Not fireworks, just… breathing room.
