Vamilla - I want my own daddy (Official music video) - Video

Heyy listen to this "song" on streaming services: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/vamilla/i-want-my-own-daddy

“I want my own daddy” was a song I got the idea for, on a bike ride home from school. I don't quite know what triggered it, but it was like the lines just came to me in pairs; the real father juxtaposed against the sexualized daddy concept.

Maybe it was all the posters in town of beautiful young girls reminding me of the weird (but widespread) step-dad porn I'd seen the night before. Maybe it was the awareness of my own tendency to wear pigtails and pink, fill my room with teddy bears, and then later use them for cleaning up cum.
There is something about that contrast, something uncomfortable - but also alluring; uncanny. It is often these kind of contrasts that I am drawn to.
And I think, despite being fascinated by the DDLG culture on reddit since I was 16, I'm slowly becoming a bit disgusted by it. As I have started to say "I have become too old for old men".
I'm definitely getting too old to pretend they're my dad.
I don't know if there is an appropriate age for that anyways, it’s not like I really want to be with my own father, and I suddenly find it so strange to think that "daddy" is a sexy word. Why is that??

That's what I want to challenge with this song. I'm not out to "kink-shame", and of course, I also don't care what people do or call each other in the bedroom. God knows I’ve experimented a bit as well.
But I do have a problem with the fact, that in a lingerie store I can buy swimwear with Lolita written on it. Lolita is not some, beautiful, tragic love story. It’s terribly ugly.
Then again, maybe I'd like to be Lolita: a 12-year-old girl who is abducted by her stepfather after her mother dies, and sexually abused over a long period of time (hot!).
No, I don't think I really want to. And I don't think it's something that should be romanticized.
But it's not a new thing either, and that's also the point of referring to "my heart belongs to daddy"; it's the same, old song. The young girl, and the old father figure to whom she belongs. The funny thing about that song though, is that it's ambiguous, and I'm not sure if she's referring to her real father or a romantic interest. That can be left up to interpretation, I suppose.
In any case, the conclusion is that we as women obviously MUST belong to some old man. And if I could choose, I would rather choose my own, dear and loving father (WHO I DON'T HAVE SEX WITH), than some stranger who puts me in a collar and gets turned on by the idea that I am his daughter.