I’m wading through my daily email, when I get confronted with a serious question from some random man whom I hardly know.
“So why you call yourself Deep Diva?”
I get asked this question a lot, mostly from smart asses or men who find the double entendre of Deepdiva alluring.
The mere fact that a lesbian is named Deepdiva can erect endless possibilities for dirty old minds. Think about it: a deep diva, one who dives deep for the pussy…
So where did this name come from? I hate to disappoint the masses that read this blog (sarcasm!) but it’s really just a name I created to point out how “deep” I am, and the “diva” is just who I am. But a down-to-earth kind of diva, really.
You won’t see me pulling any Mariah Carey histrionics when my water is lukewarm when it’s supposed to be ice cold. That’s not me, although that’s not to say I don’t have my moods. But I find myself to be a simple kinda girl who wants the best for herself, no questions, and woman who loves herself too much to follow anyone else standards. If that makes me a diva, then so be it.
One of my friends told me, “You ain’t no diva.” I guess that was a compliment to my thoughtfulness and sincere attitude (or at least that’s how I take it), but I had to challenge her. Cause what is a diva???
A goddess; someone who knows herself and is confident in her abilities; a woman who doesn’t back down from challenge, but is secure in her femininity.
That’s a diva.
That’s me.
