I had never felt more like Roger Rabbit–wide-eyed, over-the-top, ready to drain my wallet–than the day I took two dommes out to their favorite Los Angeles spots. He was the original simp, after all.
I was hustling to keep pace, eager to please, fully leaning into the role. Need your parking paid? Consider it handled. Mushroom carnitas torta and vegan churros for lunch? Genuinely my pleasure. I was basically smacking myself over the head with a cartoon mallet, letting out a full “awooga” at the chance.
Dommes carry a kind of magnetic pull that’s hard to explain until you’re in their presence. They don’t just walk into a room; they shift its energy. Effortlessly in control, deeply self-assured, and impossible to ignore, they draw people in with an aura that feels both commanding and inviting. Even if you think this isn’t your world, there’s something about that energy that makes you want to lean in closer.