Slavery?

No I do not go around in chains and collars. Well maybe I do and will, but that depends on fashion and on nothing else. It also depends on designers' trends for the season. And oh yes I've got bags to match. And shoes. Plenty of those. To think all about them. I could kick so many people by just the shoes. But I don't. Because although I will kick ass, it stays in the metaphor, and never becomes physical. Does anybody kick my ass? Oh yes, plenty have done so. Plenty of others have tried to do so. And I've waited for my time, and kicked them harder and faster than the force of gravity. But slavery? What causes a woman so ready to kick ass to change so drastically? I'm not sure I know. All I know is that it was present in my early childhood, and no I was never hit or kicked around. But I loved the Japanese cartoons, the volleyball ones where young girls used to get all bruised by their running all over their volleyball court. I'm not saying it's the same it's not. They practised a sport. I have my own lifestyle. Love does funny thing to us. Lust does even funnier things. I wish I could explain, but I really cannot.