We were on the precipice of a new decade, pre-pandemic, when the idea of "curated chaos" was becoming a lifestyle. The rise of plant parenthood (the #PlantMom aesthetic) was colliding with the mainstreaming of BDSM aesthetics via shows like Billions and Bonding .
The date in the title——suggests an intentional archival approach, as if we are viewing a specific entry in a botanical logbook. It implies that on that Tuesday, a particular submissive walked into a shop expecting lilies and left pruned. The Psychology of the "Soft Domme" What makes this archetype so compelling is the rejection of the "angry dominatrix" trope. The Femdom Florist doesn't need a whip; she has shears. She doesn't need to raise her voice; the smell of hyacinths does the atmospheric work for her. Ryan Keely - The Femdom Florist -09.23.19-
So the next time you walk past a local flower shop at dusk, look through the window. If you see a figure in black leather holding a pair of pruning shears, smiling at a trembling client holding a wilting daisy... just keep walking. Some appointments are already on the books. Have you encountered a piece of genre content that blurred the line between aesthetic and erotic? Share your thoughts in the comments. We were on the precipice of a new