I was recently accused of being “discriminatory” against a man because, according to him, I wasn’t interested in him because he was a “pudgy white guy.”

Phillip, honey, no.

After he made that statement, I certainly had a reaction. Mostly I wanted to bend him over and introduce his ass to a lash until he developed some fucking manners. But my lack of interest had absolutely nothing to do with his weight or his skin color. It had everything to do with his attitude.

He seemed to think that because he was willing to submit to me, I should automatically be interested in accepting his submission.

Fuck that.

Submission isn’t some magic currency you wave around that obligates a woman to spend time with you. I don’t owe a man access to me because he kneels nicely, owns a collar, or sends me a message explaining all the things he’s willing to let me do to him. I’m allowed to decide who interests me for whatever reason I choose.

And the funny thing is, I’m into all kinds of men.

I looked back over roughly the last three months, and there’s certainly no fucking uniformity among the men I’ve allowed to serve me. I’ve had Black men, Asian men, Hispanic men, white men, and two wonderful Native American boys. I’ve enjoyed tall men, short men, muscular men, skinny men, and some very chubby men.

Body type? Please. There was the 355-pound chubby boy who happily oinked for me while playing piggie. There was also a tiny little twink who looked like a strong breeze might carry him away. I’ve had beautifully athletic men and ordinary middle-aged men with bellies, gray hair, and absolutely no intention of pretending they’re twenty-five anymore.

Age hasn’t produced much consistency either. The oldest man on that recent calendar was sixty-five. The youngest was twenty-one. And yes, Phillip, somewhere in between were plenty of pudgy white guys.

Because that’s not what matters to me.

Attitude matters. Chemistry matters. Personality matters. Being interesting helps. Being useful helps even more. Understanding that your submission is something you offer rather than something a woman is required to accept helps a whole fucking lot.

Entitlement, on the other hand, can make an otherwise attractive man completely unappealing in about thirty seconds.

So, Phillip, here’s some free advice. The next time you have an opportunity to interact with a strong woman, consider keeping your mouth shut long enough to actually listen to her.

You might discover that the thing getting in your way isn’t your body.

It’s you.