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Is This Really So Complicated?
Are D/s relationships all that different from vanilla relationships? Sure, one person is the boss, but a lot of relationships have one person in charge and they don't muddle things by worrying about being part of "the lifestyle". Back in the 1950s the male dominated household was the norm, and a lot of folks who still talk about having a "traditional" relationship mean exactly that. So D/s relationships are really no big deal and differ only by being explicit about the power exchange, and it doesn't become special just because you add some kinky sex on top of it.
So when I scroll through profiles of submissives who are looking for training or to learn from a master, I really wonder where they get such stupid ideas. If you go on a vanilla dating site you never see a girl looking for a boyfriend to teach her, so why is it so different here? The only explanation I can come up with is that a lot of people here are mostly thinking with their crotches and they simply can't separate fantasy from reality -- typical examples are the girls who make it sound like they are looking for Prince Charming, then post nothing but pics of their tits or black and blue asses as if that's way one would normally go about attracting a classy guy for a serious relationship. Duh!
It gets even more ridiculous when the dominants who present themselves as fonts of such great knowledge don't seem qualified to train a dog let alone a human, so this looks like the blind leading the blind to me. Hell, I have two masters degrees, so am I supposed to teach a girl about databases or accounting? I've got better things to do, so if a girl wants to learn something she should take a class at community college.
Anyway, the point of this little rant is that I think about 3/4 of the folks here are out of their fucking minds -- instead of behaving like they would in any other relationship they act like they've entered some secret society with completely different rules from the rest of the world, and it seems they're trying to conform to some goofy stereotypes they learned in chat rooms. I suppose I stick around because the "normal" 1/4 of the folks are worthwhile, and the rest are entertaining in a freak show kinda way.
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Christmas Music
I'm watching a Ray Charles gospel christmas show and it is huge fun -- he is accompanied by a band and a choir of about 50 dressed in dashikis. I far prefer stuff like this or the blues or cajun xmas CDs I have to the solemn traditional tunes we usually hear this time of year. Even when Ray did a traditional tune like Silent Night, his presentation is waaaaay more entertaining than anything I've heard before.
I've got no idea when this was taped -- he died in 2004 so it was before that, but who cares -- this is timeless good stuff.
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“When you see your wife commit an offense, do not rush at her with
insults and violent blows: rather, first correct the wrong lovingly and
pleasantly, and sweetly teach her not to do it again... and if this
doesn't work, take up a stick and beat her soundly.”Friar Cherubino Da
Siena: Rules of Marriage (1489)
I copied this from someone else's journal; my compliments to her for finding it!
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I'm worried that the next time I read a profile mentioning the "gift of submission", that I just might gouge out my eyes.
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A New Twist on Breath Play
Next month I'm taking a girl to a Caribbean island and we're going to get kinky. I'm going to shove the snorkel in her mouth and make her swim around with her face in the water looking at colorful corals and fishies while breathing only through that flimsy plastic tube.
Am I hard core and edgy or what?
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I'm getting excited about Halloween. I don't have a costume, but I just bought a vampire movie to watch -- it's Werner Herzog's Nosferatu starring Klaus Kinski. It's beautiful to the eye and creepy too.
Herzog brings his dark German perspective to making some remarkable films. If you get a chance, you should check out Grizzly Man, which is a documentary about a kook who decided to go to Alaska and live with the bears . . . it went along great for about 10 years until one ate him. Roger Ebert nailed it in his review when he wrote: "The documentary is an uncommon meeting between Treadwell's loony idealism, and Herzog's bleak worldview." heh. It sure makes an interesting film.
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I Am An Old Guard Master
LOL! Some guys here claim they are Old Guard as a way to impress and pick up chicks. Apparently those clowns don't realize that Old Guard refers to the gay leather men who first formed a kinky community. If this is news to you, just go look it up on wiki -- there are a few other references to Old Guard (such as Jedi), so follow the link for leather subculture.
I wonder what possesses straight men to make such foolish statements? My theory is that there is a chatroom version of the Old Guard which is defined by being pompous and typing a lot of ren speak (hence the Old) and then posing as mentors (or Guardians) to the cyber subbies as a way to get into their cyber knickers.
As a joke, one guy tried to one-up these goofballs by writing a profile claiming among other things to be an Old Guard Master from an European house whose roots can be traced back beyond Charlemagne, and his own training in the BDSM arts began in the womb. It was an obvious joke and completely over the top, yet some women wrote apparently taking it as the resume of the domliest dom around because there was no hint they were having fun playing the same game.
Just goes to show the old PT Barnum saying holds true . . . but I'll resist the temptation to claim I'm old guard just to get laid.
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I Want It To Be Easy
A little while ago I heard a woman say she wanted submission to be “mindless and easy”. My reaction was: “WTF? She must have gotten that silly idea in a chatroom somewhere.” To me, that isn’t submission nor is her partner dominating – it is nothing more than superficial, hollow role play because I don’t see any application of power or yielding to it if a submissive is never challenged. Although I can appreciate the notion of enjoying mindless tasks as a kind of Zen like experience, I think having it mindless all the time is equivalent to just going through the motions; after all, what kind of power dynamic can it be if the mind is never engaged?
This is another one of those things where there is a spectrum of tastes, with some folks wanting no challenge at all (or they just lack the capacity for it) while others thrive by having it daily. I guess most fall somewhere in between where their relationships are on autopilot most of the time but punctuated occasionally with power games of some degree or intensity.
I’ve found that early in a relationship is the most challenging simply because the process of handing over power isn't easy and it happens piece by piece over time. Then after a relationship is established and we’re comfortably settled into our routines just having power satisfies me enough for most of the time; however, I think occasional power games are necessary just to reinforce the dynamic . . . and of course they’re a lot of fun too!
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The Mating Dance
I used to view flirtations as a mating dance where each of us was fluffing up our feathers to be attractive and signal mutual interest while hoping the other responds to it. Lately I've started to view it more like predator and prey where the prey enjoys the excitement of being chased and caught . . . or goes running for the hills if not interested at all.
I dunno if this means anything other than being two different ways to look at the same thing. But I do think the predator/prey model is more fun.
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Looking Forward to a New Year
On the whole, last year was pretty good. I had some unusually rewarding experiences, and some (like getting flooded) that weren't so hot. But the bad could have been a lot worse, so overall it was a win. I'll be happy if this year scores about the same.
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BDSM Lingo and Cliches Are Just Plain Silly
I wonder why so many kinksters adopt codewords for things that can easily be described in everyday English. Perhaps it is like a secret handshake that identifies them as members of a special club or something; to me it seems like posing and simply goofy behavior.
So here is my BDSM lingo to English translator so you can decode what others are trying to say:
Under consideration -- we're dating
I've been released -- he dumped me
24/7 -- a relationship (probably live-in)
I am a true dom/sub -- you're a phony if you aren't just like me
He's a wannabe -- I'm acting like I'm part of the "in" crowd, but that's because I'm hoping you won't see that I'm really a wannabe
I am a true dominate -- I'm so ignorant I don't know that dominant is a noun or adj and dominate is a verb
You aren't sub enough -- I can only dominate a mindless robot and can't handle a gal with a mind of her own without resorting to cheap manipulation
I have a mentor/protector -- he's got a knight in shining armor kink and gets off on playing "dom lite"
I'm real -- I'm crazy so I hope this convinces you that all the goofy stuff I've said has its place on planet earth
submission is a gift -- I'm waiting for Prince Charming to come riding up to me in a carriage drawn by pink unicorns
IS THIS YOU?? (follows a description of a fantasy mate) -- Are you so stupid or desperate that you take me seriously?
I will bend you to my will –- I am insane
I am a bratty sub –- I am a pain in the ass
I am a submissive with slave tendencies -- pick me because I'm pretending to be subbier (or better) than a regular submissive. yeah right, and I am a dom with God tendencies
I am seeking my One -- someone out there has dysfunctions which are compatible with mine
I have 20 years experience in the lifestyle -- I hope you'll be impressed by the few things I learned 20 years ago because I haven't learned anything since
I seek a master to teach me -- I don't even have a GED
I am a trainer of sluts -- I'm looking for girls who will believe they are being "trained" when I order them to blow me
training -- getting to know ya
I'm trained -- I will drive you nuts doing exactly what my last master wanted until you eventually reprogram me
I am a 24/7 slave, online only -- I am a bored housewife
I'm strict but fair -- I'm always right, you're always wrong, and I'll beat you whenever you know more than me
This list keeps growing with the help of some fine folks out there. Drop a note with other examples if you're looking for a translation.
Thanks to those who have sent suggestions; keep 'em coming!
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The Tour de France is going on now. I know it is hard to believe, but that is far more interesting than anything you'll see around here.
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Last fall I went to Florida and was in a hurricane; last week I got flooded. I'm wondering what's next . . . an earthquake? Or maybe a plague of locusts. Whatever it is I hope it isn't quite so exciting.
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It's Funny How Things Work Out Sometimes
I've never considered myself to be a sadist. I'd be a service top on occasion if a gal liked that sort of thing, but otherwise hurting girls didn't much interest me in the past. But now for some reason I like hurting my girl even though she doesn't like pain. For me, it's a kick to hurt her because she doesn't like it and to have her submit to it as an exercise in control. The funny thing is she likes it for similar reasons -- submitting and enduring pain because I like it is part of her service kink.
So this works out nicely! Since she has a low tolerance for pain we can both get our jollies with relatively minor torments like using just a couple of clothes pins. But maybe I'm developing a sadistic side . . . I'm still laughing about playtime that included some tabasco.
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You can sure have a lot of fun with some ropes and a few drops of tabasco . . . well, at least it is fun for me to watch. heh
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For almost all my adult life I've been trying to understand the secrets of successful relationships. I used to think that it was just finding that right mix of personality traits so that two people felt compatible and comfortable with each other along with whatever it is that amounts to attraction.
However, after observing a lot of couples including the wackos, I've realized that many couples have successful relationships because they have compatible dysfunctions.
Of course, I'd prefer to think I don't have dysfunctions of my own, and that's why some gals have quickly gotten booted out the door when I've recognized dysfunctional behavior by them. But that only means they aren't for me -- they can be perfectly happy and live the fairy tale once they find their own dysfunctional Prince Charming!
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Where Do They Get This Stuff?
Today I had the misfortune of stumbling across the profile of a clown who thinks dominance is all about bluster and bravado. I read it with the same morbid fascination usually reserved for gawking at car wrecks. Among the sillier statements he made are these gems:
"I want someone with little or no baggage, who can relocate in a short amount of time. I am very real and serious about this. . . . If you need to ask what will happen to you as my slave then you aren't for me, I want someone who is willing to give me total control of them, no questions asked. . . . You will be totally submissive / passive, under the age of 35, if you are older i may consider you if you look younger, petite, slim to average."
Of course, this goofball also has journal entries complaining about all the submissives who have blocked his e-mail. HA!
This brings me to a theory of mine -- I think the folks around here fit somewhere on a continuum between these two endpoints:
1. The Realists: They have their feet firmly rooted on planet earth. Experience and interests are inrrelevant -- they can have no experience at all and be looking for what interests them, or they can know that they just like bedroom kink, or be into SM without D/s or whatever. But at least they are self-aware and know the difference between fantasy and reality
2. The Nuts: They seem to think that everything about "the lifestyle" matches their own private fantasy. Nuts include: the guys who think it's domly to demand to be addressed as sir or master in the first e-mail; or the chicks who think that the "twue masters" out there are all wise, honorable and romantic and can guide them to some submissive nirvana where they’ll undergo a metamorphosis kinda like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. There are other nuts like the hard core posers who talk about living in cages 24/7/365 and other caricatures from bad porn movies as well.
The number of folks who fit squarely in one of those two categories is relatively small (though the nuts seem to outnumber the realists by 5:1 or so). In between those extremes is another group I lump together and call "The Fluffies" -- they have some sense of reality mixed with varying degrees of fantasy that gives them all kinds of fluffy headed ideas.
I suspect the fluffies may have had their thinking warped by the internet – perhaps they had an interest in D/s and then found some silly website like Castle Realm and foolishly believed they had to get fluffy like that to do it right. Or maybe they stumbled into some of the Yahoo BDSM role-play chat rooms and naively believed that those nitwits know what they’re doing. Or maybe they think a SM and D/s relationship is like a Harlequin romance novel only with more of a “ravish me” element to it. Or maybe there are plenty of fluffy headed folks in normal everyday life and I just hadn’t noticed them before.
I dunno what to think. In the grand scheme of things I suppose a little fluffiness is the same as being a realist. But the real fluffy ones just leave me scratching my head and wondering why their parents didn’t try slapping some sense into them.
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I am a Tarzanian master. Those of you familiar with the gorean ways may find it similar because I found my D/s instruction manual in the Tarzan series of books by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Some of the similarities are as follows:
they have a kajira, I have a Jane
their girls wear a kollar, mine wears a loincloth
their girls pose or dance, mine swings from a vine
they call themselves free men, but I am Lord of the jungle!
Tarzanian domination is far superior to gorean because it is based on reality here on earth instead of some fantasy about another planet. You'll be hearing more about it as it becomes more popular, and some day you too may drop awestruck to your knees at the words "Me Tarzan, you Jane."
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Yesterday was a beautiful day for a bike ride, and as I was pedaling along I realized something. I've been helping my girl calm down and get more control over the way she reacts to stuff. It's kinda funny to think that makes me a lazy dom because it helps her control herself so I don't have to. I prefer to think of it as just being pragmatic -- I can control her in the grand scheme of things and she's better able to take care of the little stuff. |
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Pimpology 101
The last episode of The Shield this season had a lesson from a pimp on turning out a girl. I'll paraphrase what he said here:
"Every woman has a hole in her heart that is directly connected to the hole between her legs. All it takes is figuring out what the hole is, and then you fill it . . . then later take it away. That makes you a god to her."
At first I thought that was just some writing for dramatic effect, but maybe there's something to it. Seems like a lot of folks on this site approach this from a "master will make the girl into what he desires" attitude, and that always struck me as just being intuitively wrong. Lately I've realized that I'm helping my girl become what she wants to be, and I've also taken some things away from her, and now she'll submit to do things for me she never would have dreamed of doing before. Looks like that pimp was right after all.
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I don't "get" punishment. I suppose I understand why some people might have that kink, but I really don't want to be bothered by it myself. First, if a girl willfully disobeys to earn punishment, I'd wonder why I'm wasting time with such a pain in the ass. And if it was a mistake or misunderstanding my instructions, then that would be my fault for not being clear and I'd deserve the punishment.
I suppose it is useful just to establish that punishment is an option that I will use at my discretion. And I know a gal is likely to push until she sees it, and I've got no problem making sure she wont want to see it again. But it just ain't a kink of mine.
Having said all that, the thought has crossed my mind to set up some dilemma where there is no right answer to create a scenario for some punishment play. It just isn't so high on my list of devious ideas that I have gotten around to it yet.
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I'm going to boast a bit. My girl came to visit last weekend and she got her first decent caning. Here's what she had to say about it:
"What a great weekend. So many good parts, it's really difficult to bring everything to the front. [snip] The caning. That was probably the best part of the weekend. Because of the way it was approached and implemented. I loved the massage and I liked the caning with the music playing, and the lotion afercare. I definitely want to go there again. You are good at reading the cues and knowing when to let up, so for me, it was a great experience. Like I told you, only one other person has done the cane on me and it was rough and abrupt and not enjoyable."
Pretty good review coming from somebody who REALLY dislikes pain. Now if you will excuse me, I've got to go strut around like a peacock.
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Wow! There sure are a lot more male dominants on this site than female submissives. I'll bet there are 4 guys for every gal . . . maybe more!
I wonder how many of them are trolls just looking to get laid? From the comments of some ladies I know I'd guess it is about 90%; of course, there are some ladies on here who are goofballs, just fewer of them. So I bet when you eliminate all the trolls of both sexes the number of "normal" folks of both gender are about equal.
Kinda funny to think that I was battling those odds and trying to be charming in notes and all, then found a good girl by mentioning football on the message boards. Hooda thunk it?
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I like to get inside of a woman's head and find out what makes her tick . . . I think of it as finding her "sub buttons" that I can push to bring out the submissive in her. It seems like an obvious approach to getting control over her, yet I suspect a lot of dominants simply bark orders and expect compliance. If they hit the buttons by accident the submissive is happy; otherwise it is a rather superficial experience for both of them with some kinky sex thrown in. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
But I think it is HUGE fun to push the buttons intentionally and get the reaction I want. It could be as simple as satisfying her fantasies and desires, or more challenging to keep her feeling safe while she turns more and more of herself over to me. Perhaps it is my own quirky definition of dominance and submission, but it includes spotting those "pieces" of her that she is trying to keep, and then getting her to give them to me.
So it is common for gals to want to explore limits, and that can often imply physical limits. But since I'm a lightweight with physical play I wonder more about the mental limits. They're certainly not to be messed with casually, but once she is putty in my hands we can go there too safely and have fun.
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Surprise! I met a really nice gal. She's amusing, has a nice disposition, and is unusually straightforward when communicating. She's also eager to please and good at it. I think I'll keep her.
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I'm having a lot more fun on here ever since I decided to expect flakey behavior and then be pleasantly surprised when I don't encounter it. However, it strikes me as perverse to be improving my optimism by being less optimistic, but as long as it works I'll run with it.
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Happy New Year! So far so good, anyway.
Last year was ok -- nothing bad happened, unless you count being in a hurricane but that turned out to be a bit of an adventure. Was in Florida for Hurricane Wilma and there was a big wind and the power got knocked out for a few days; all that was no big deal compared to the folks who were in the Superdome in Looseeeanna. But it was enough excitement for the year.
Didn't put many miles on the bicycles, but instead used the time to get a lot of home projects done and it was all stuff that I had been wanting to get done for a long time. So I'm glad to have those projects finished and maybe I'll have the time now to ride extra miles this year.
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My cat doesn't like scotch -- it's the good stuff too (12 year old Doublewood Balvenie), but I put some on my finger, rubbed it on his nose and he ran off. He seems to like beer, though.
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Sometimes I get the feeling like I'm banging my head against the wall. Though some folks see that as an exercise in futility, I've got a hard head and I think the wall is cracking now. I'm gonna keep banging my head against it until it tumbles.
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Today I learned that possums are vicious.
There was one walking around on my porch so I grabbed a ski pole and smacked him. I figured he would scurry off -- instead he stopped, stared at me and started growling. Smacked him again and he kept growling. I still don't know if he was insane, stupid, or if that is just some typical tough assed possum behavior. But I figured smacking him wasn't getting him to leave so I went inside and he left too.
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I like the message board here -- there are some interesting discussions and I get some good ideas there. However some of the posts resemble postcards from la la land, but then I guess those folks may think the same about my contributions. heh.
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When you look at profiles, do you ever wonder if some folks think that bdsm = halloween?
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Folks often say "I enjoy outdoor activities" and it conjures up images of an active lifestyle. I just noticed that I spent this afternoon outside doing chores like raking and shoveling, and I didn't really enjoy that. As a matter of fact, although I was outside and being active I don't perceive it that way because it wasn't recreation -- it would have seemed like I was REALLY outside if I had been riding my bike, but instead I was just doing work that happened to be outside.
I just mention it because such distortions in perceptions are interesting to me.
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Seems like it was summer and then I blinked my eyes and here it is now getting to the holidays and New Year. I must have been having fun because they say time flies when you do that..
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I'll bet I'm not the only one who enjoys reading about the mating misadventures of others. It isn't that I take some perverse pleasure in their misery, but it is comforting to know that I'm not the only one who occasionally gets the run around. Perhaps I've even been a perpetrator myself; apologies if that's true because it wasn't intentional.
Note that I'm only talking about mating annoyances and inconveniences here; there are some others that can better be described as disasters and I don't like reading about them at all.
One more musing -- I think a cyberspace community like this is both a blessing and a curse. On one hand we can go mate shopping among folks we might otherwise miss in real life, but on the other hand everyone seems so close and you might spot someone who seems ideal and then see there is the nasty little detail of geography. A two hour drive to see someone special isn't so bad, but I think it would get impractical if it takes much more than 3 hours. Perhaps folks can just *click* and so it can work over longer distances, but seems that would be really rare.
That's enough of this. Good luck to me and anyone still reading! |
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Tune in Comedy Central and watch The Colbert Report which comes on immediately after The Daily Show. Just do it! |
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Sometimes I wonder about flirting strategy. I think there is a fine line between being sexually suggestive and being a pig; since so many other guys opt for being pigs I try to differentiate myself by taking a higher road, or at least not start off in the gutter. heh. I figure once someone and I get along then there is plenty of time to reveal the beast. However, maybe that approach can work against me because playing down my animal desires in initial contacts could imply they aren't there. Oh well, this approach is right for me and if there is mutual attraction we'll get to the good stuff soon enough.
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I got a nice note from a gal who said it took a lot of nerve to chose the id I have here. I dunno -- maybe it did. But I had 2 objectives when I picked it:
1. Something that describes me. I'm usually in a good mood and joking around, and figured this would appeal to some gal like me.
2. It seems like there are a lot of clowns that figure they can get laid if they call themselves MasterDomlyDom or SirHumpsalot, or other DarkLord types who just take themselves sooooo so seriously, and I wanted to make absolutely sure that nobody confused me with one of those guys. Whenever I see such id's the cynic in me screams "Poser!"
I suppose my id may actually turn some gals off, but that's fine. I don't view this as mass marketing where I want everyone to "buy" me; instead it is target marketing and I ought to get along just fine with the few gals who like it.
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I almost feel like a dope for making an entry about the weather, but WOW! today was beautiful. I just got back from a bike ride and was amazed how nice it was -- warm and dry with some of the trees starting to turn colors. And there's something about the light this time of year that seems more crisp or intense . . . hard to describe, and it doesn't make sense that I would notice that now and not in spring when it should be about the same.
I'm wondering if the tree colors will ge good this year because it's been so dry -- looked like there were some trees that were just brown. I'll keep trying to get out for rides to see, and it looks the weather is supposed to stay nice like this for the next week or so.
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I'm a guy and I like football. About a year ago in this journal I wrote about how Penn State is my favorite college team. The last two seasons they have had losing records and some overly emotional fans started saying that the coach is over the hill and should retire because he is too much of an icon for the administration to just fire him.
Last year they had one of the best defenses in the nation, but their offense was pathetic. But there is cause for optimism this season. First -- virtually the whole defense is back; second -- the offense should be greatly improved because of some incoming freshmen at skill positions. One freshman receiver was considered by many as the best high school recruit in the nation last year; another was the MVP of the Florida-California All-Star game, and another was a top defensive back but he can play offense too. All blazing fast and able to play the positions where the team has been the weakest.
Anyway, they had slipped on the recruiting for a couple of years and didn't have enough good players. Looks like they've fixed that and most of the deadwood that had been on the roster is now gone. I think they're gonna shock a lot of folks this year.
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A few days ago I finished a brick and mortar type of home improvement project I had been working on for a few weeks. Funny thing was that rather than feeling some satisfaction from having completed it, I slipped into a "funk" for a few days because I suddenly didn't have that objective. I've about gotten over that now; although there are a couple of other projects to start, I'm not so eager to have another objective like that just yet.
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Last Tuesday it was sunny and about 50 degrees out, so I took my first bicyle ride of the season. I felt SOOO out of shape, but expected that after being relatively inactive over the winter, and my legs were a bit stiff the next day.
Supposed to be another beautiful day today, so I'll go out this afternoon. Probably take it easy and not do any big hills; of course, it is so hilly around here I can't avoid all hills, but can avoid the worst ones. But as I get in better shape I'll tackle those too because I'll need to to get in shape for some longer rides.
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I give my cats about 1/2 a can of food each day and then carefully cover the unused portion and put it in the refrigerator. I just noticed though that when I feed myself I'll leave the leftovers sitting around on a counter until I get around to eating it the next day. So, I am more careful with the cats' food than my own! |
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It's nice to have a decent amount of snow. I've gotten out for some x-c skiing for the first time in 2 years. Didn't get out last year; don't recall having enough snow and I was busy doing home handyman stuff anyway.
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It's Sunday. I'm not religious and have no use for church. But I like Gospel music so I figure Sunday is a good day to listen to it. |
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Ho ho ho. That's Santa hanging with the gangstas.
Its a relatively uneventful holiday. Had a couple invites on Xmas eve for feasts and at least have plans for New Year's too. Anyway, I'm not a big fan of all the festivities so I'll be glad when we get to Jan 2.
To anyone reading this -- hope your holiday is a happy one and you can include any other good sentiments here that you like. |
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I think the political debates are a lot of fun to watch as sport, kind of like boxing matches. We know these guys are bending the truth and probably won't do what they promise, so the arguments aren't persuasive and can be ignored.
I really get a kick out of statements that start with lines like "with all due respect to my opponent" and then go on to essentially say he is a liar or idiot. That gets scored as a solid body blow. Then you have outright lies, like Cheney telling Edwards they had never met. That is like a right cross to the jaw, and I think it is hilarious. I really gave Edwards a lot of credit for his performance, because Cheney is a world class actor and Edwards stood in there and went toe-to-toe with him and got what the ringside analysts called a draw.
It does amaze me though, how they can stand there and remain composed enough through all that. A quote I like goes something like this: "The most important quality for a politician is sincerity, and if you can fake that you've got it made". Anyway, I think the final debate is tonight, and I'm really looking forward to the show. |
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I went to see the movie "Hero" again. Last time I was overwhelmed by the overall scheme of the film; this time I was overwhelmed by all the details I missed the first time. I took my mom along -- even she said the martial arts scenes looked more like ballet than anything else.
I think trying to describe this film is like trying to describe a Picasso; the description would sound completely stupid and not at all interesting. So I won't try anymore.
Anyway, I think I'll go see it again next week. |
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I was starting to think that I must be getting old because I don't like anything on MTV these days. Then I stumbled across a channel that shows world music videos. I like the variety and the different cultures you get to see expressed in the videos; sure is a lot more interesting than watching monotonous "music" with punks acting like gangstas. It's also fun to see styles get transplanted to other cultures, like reggae from the Ivory Coast, Lebanese salsa and Turkish rap. Just saw an Ethiopian video -- the only other film I've seen from there was about famine, but this singer looked well fed; also saw a French rapper -- he was completely lame.
Anyway, now I'm watching music videos again; but I'll still check to see what's on MTV just in case Celebrity Deathmatch is on. |
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I went to see the movie "Hero" today, and it absolutely knocked my socks off. Maybe it was because I was just expecting a Chinese war and martial arts romp, and it turned out to be not what I expected but was far better than I could have imagined. It was visually stunning (beautiful, really), the story telling and plot twists were great, there was plenty of action and even romance, and all of it mixed together with Asian philosophy. It's the best movie I've seen in years; I left the theater 2 1/2 hours ago and I'm still going "WOW"!
This film will draw comparisons with Crouching Tigher, Hidden Dragon because of the swordplay, music and flying among other things. I wasn't all that impressed with Crouching Tiger, but maybe it was because of all the hype. Obviously, I think Hero is a lot better; Roger Ebert may have summed it up by describing Hero as "a visual poem of extraordinary beauty ".
In a week or so I'll have a film experience of a different sort -- there's a new John Waters film that looks, um, . . . interesting. heh |
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I stumbled across this in someone else's profile, and it wins the prize for the best opening line: "I am [name withheld to protect the guilty], perhaps some of you have already met me and I am sure it was a delightfull experience."
The storm took down a couple trees in my back yard. It wasn't wind that did it, but the water level in the stream got higher than ever before in the 15 years I've been here, and it washed out around the roots on these 2 trees on the bank. It was lots of fun being in the house when I heard the loud *crack* of the wood snapping as they came down, and wondering if the next noise would come from the roof as they crashed through. Still, I figure that was mild stuff compared to the folks on the gulf coast who got to hear stuff like that along with the howling of 100+ mph winds. yikes!
So anyway, I got to go out with my axe and little chainsaw and clean it all up. I felt all macho and Paul Bunyon like as I knocked off the top limbs . . . that rugged sense of self lasted until I worked my way down the trunks and got to where the logs were thick and heavy. I was glad when I ran out of gas so I had an excuse to stop for the day. It's cleaned up enough for now -- all the limbs are off piled out of view, and just a few big logs remain to get cut down to managable size and lugged off. Maybe if I wear a flannel shirt the lumberjack spirit will overwhelm me and make it go like a snap. |
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Ya know how you log out and the page shows a random profile. Well, this gem just popped up and I thought it would, um, impress you as much as it did me:
I know exactly what I want.........
I want you worshiping Me, serving Me and pleasing Me in whatever form or desire I decide or choose..........
How far would you go in order to prove yourself worthy of kneeling before me
First you must "know" that you are a "true" submissive and you exist for these reasons only.........
......to serve, worship and obey My every wish.
you will have to strive hard and go to great lengths to earn the right to kneel before Me................
Do you think you have what it takes.................I seriously doubt it.
Why should I consider you as a potential sub..........
What makes you think you are even worthy of serving and worshiping this God of a man..........
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Anyway, that's the best of it; I snipped the rest. |
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Now I'll admit something few others have the nerve to do -- I like tv. Yeah, I know, I should pretend I'm an intellectual and too refined to muddy my brain watching the boob tube. I watch The Daily Show and The Shield religiously; if South Park is on then I'm there, baby. Also like the Newsnight show on CNN at 10 PM.
Since I'm a guy, I like watching football too. Especially Penn State football because I'm really a fan of the coach, Joe Paterno. I think he is the only college football coach where they named a library after him, but maybe that's because he donated $4 million toward it.
When Paterno became head coach in the 1960s, he started what he called "the grand experiment" where the term "student-athlete" wouldn't be an oxymoron. Since then, about 80% of his players have graduated, a rate that is among the tops in college football and also exceeds that of the rest of the student body.
The team stank last year going 3-9, Paterno's worst season ever. But they've got a new offensive coordinator who will jazz up the offense and a lot of talented young players, so they will do MUCH better this year. Next season, that team will contend for the national championship. |
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My father was a lawyer; my mother was an artist. There must have been a mutation or something because I ended up a techie, and I certainly didn't get that from either parent. I am kind of a kook, though; that trait definitely came from my mother. |
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Maybe I could have been a cowboy, or I could make nifty macrame stuff. But instead I use my fetish for ropes to tie up girls. More fun than roping cows or doing macrame. |
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this journal feature has some bugs they should fix. I recall the first time I tried it the entry disapeared. Now I see that my last two entries have mysteriously been replaced by the very first one. One entry was a bit lewd, and the other was just some inane rambling about cat food. So it must be some screwy systems problem; if they were censoring for lewdness then the cat food one should still be here. Then again, it could be sloppy programming to delete the lewd one and did the other too. Weird that it would wait 4 days before doing it.
Oh well, ya gets what ya pay for. So now I'm typing this over one of the two repeats, and we'll see about replacing the other one.
Also, my profile used to have paragraphs, and now it's been smushed together. Let's see I can put them back in.
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Perhaps I've been going about this all wrong. With my profile and previous journal entries I've been trying to show what a fascinating person I am. But now I realize that you're really here just to satisfy your animal cravings, so I ought to write something to appeal to that.
So I'll tell you a little story; it is one of my fond memories from some years ago. Before I start, keep in mind that it seems this journal entry was deleted before by a program that found some words it didn't like. So this version is written with "Victorian" style euphemisms to avoid that happening again.
I was sitting on the couch reading a book, and off to my right my girlfriend was lying on the floor studying chemistry as I recall. As I looked over at her lying on her belly and propped up on her elbows reading, wearing a white blouse and long black skirt, I started to get stiff and an evil grin crossed my lips. Then I got up to go to the bathroom; I had to walk out behind her to get there. Once there I shed my clothes and then oiled my tool. Before leaving I flushed the john so she would *think* there was nothing unusual going on.
When I came out and walked up behind her I grabbed the hem of her shirt and tossed it up her back, then quickly sat down on the backs of her legs, knees astride her waist. She was basically pinned there, and I was going to take what I wanted. So then I grabbed her knickers and yanked them down just below her cheeks. With one hand I pushed her cheeks apart and with the other I guided my slick missle against her rosebud.
That happened pretty quickly. When I first pounced on her I think she tried ignoring me hoping I'd go away. But when I pushed in and started slowly stroking in and out it became obvious that she wouldn't get any more studying done until I was finished. After a short while she said "This is getting me hot" . . . and I laughed and kept going to get both of us hotter still.
That's enough for now; I'll leave the rest to your imagination. Later in this journal I'll toss in another story for you. |
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My computer has been possessed by a demon and has been acting up for a while. Probably a good thing though, because it kept me from wasting bandwidth during July babbling about the Tour de France. |
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I'm not much of a cook, but I do make great tacos. |
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I've got a sense of adventure and I like surprises. Could be trying new foods or taking a trip using a map and figuring it out as I go. So I like gals that can surprise me too. It's hard to find someone with that rare combination of smarts, compatible temperament and sense of humor. But I'm an optimist too, so I'm sure someone wil turn up eventually. |
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I'm divorced, but I prefer to describe myself as single or unmarried. Seems like saying you're divorced is like defining yourself by a failed relationship in the past, and I'd rather look to the present and future.
I only mention it here because it is marginally useful to show that I'm not suffering from a case of commitmentphobia. |
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Seems to me that most folks' profiles emphasize what they want to do but barely mention the type of person they are or whom they want to attract. Instead of looking like ads for relationships, those profiles often read like resumes and leave the impression that there is nothing more to these people beyond their d/s cravings.
Eh -- maybe that approach works for them, but it ain't for me. So I'll keep on trying to describe myself with notes in this journal. However, I am intentionally trying to avoid putting labels on myself because I think labels can either paint incomplete or misleading pictures. Besides, I think it's just silly to call yourself dominant or a master -- after all, those descriptions are only useful in some relationships you have. For example, even the roughest, toughest dominant alpha male in prison is still just a punk to his jailers. So while there are plenty of labels I could use, say by job, or hobbies or whatever, about the only label I will use for myself is: unconventional.
The one part of me that isn't coming across here is humor. I suppose I'm trying to keep these monologues on track without being diverted on humorous tangents like we could have in conversation. Oh well, though I'm criticizing myself because my profile doesn't seem quite what I'd like, I suppose it's not bad compared to this gem I stumbled across (copied here in it's entirety):
"I am a True Master seeking the s/s who will complete Me in a real time, live in
relationship."
I may as well stop writing now, because I'm sure you're just dripping with desire and will leave now to pack your things so you can go serve him. |
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Most movies can entertain me while they're on, and then they are immediately forgetable. My favorite movies are ones where you don't know what to expect next, and after watching them certain scenes replay in my head and I'll react with a wow or laughter or something like that. The flick may be art or trash, but not too many Hollywood Blockbusters thrill me.
So here are some examples of my favorites: Blue Velvet, True Romance, The Big Lebowski, Once Upon A Time In The West, (Herzog's) Nosferatu, The Usual Suspects, Dr. Strangelove, Ultraman and Twin Warriors; just about anything with the Marx Brothers, Jackie Chan or W C Fields, or directed by Hitchcock, Kurosawa, or John Waters. That's just off the top of my head and so incomplete, but you get the idea.
Here's the best movie web site I know: www.imdb.com |
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Over the winter I played home handyman and repaired some weak spots in the floor and put down new tile. However, I discovered that all that crouching down had messed up my knees. This spring it bothered me when I rode my bicycle, and I'm miserable enough climbing the hills around here without adding knee pain to the mix.
There were days when I didn't ride and used the knee as an excuse not to torture myself. But this week the knee hasn't bothered me. No excuses now -- I've got to put the miles on the bikes.
It's a sport that suits me. There's sightseeing as the scenery is always changing; I can go by myself anytime and just space out on whatever is running through my head; improvements are measurable as fitness gets better; going up hills tests determination and going down is a rush.
When bike racers are interviewed, they often refer to the suffering they endure. Greg Lemond said it never gets any easier, you just go faster. Guess that means I suffer, and I like it but I don't consider myself to be a masochist. Could just be hooked on endorphins though. |
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When the gay marriage debate started, I wasn't quite sure what to think about it. Eventually I decided to support it for two reasons:
1. The folks who are against it are the Jerry Falwell moral policemen types, and I never agree with them
2. I think it will be immensely entertaining to see gay divorce court on tv |
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Machiavelli said that the king who has the most power is the one who uses power the least. Though he was talking politics, I think it applies to wiitwd too. |
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It's fun reading the profiles, isn't it? It is interesting to see the diverse interests people have and how well (or poorly) they express themselves in an ad to attract somebody special.
At first I was annoyed by the completely blank profiles, but now I find them amusing. Why bother to even list it, and unless the plan is to fill it in soon it is the same as saying that the inside of one's head is completely blank. I imagine that folks with blank profiles are made for each other, and they make contact by saying "Hi! My profile is blank too. We must have so much in common." heh |
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My profile seems so formal, so I'll babble some in this journal and see if the lighter side of me emerges. Since I tried this once before, I'll hit enter now so it can't lose any deep thoughts again. |
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