I know how you sluts like to imagine me. You like to image I waltz through my life in 8-inch heels, leather outfits, and lingerie. And while those are looks I sport on occasion, when it comes to my day to day I’m in a sports bra and jeans. You see, my power does not come from what I wear. My power doesn’t come from my heels or my gloves or my skirts. My power comes from inside me. I can command any man I like whenever I like. It doesn’t matter what wrappings I choose for the day. My raw dominant energy isn’t an outfit I put on and take off. My ability to take control isn’t a character. This is me. This is my reality.