After observing how tragically low the average IQ around here really is...

After being led on and lied to by one of you...  (Q. - Who flirts with someone, asks someone for their phone number, encourages someone to send a selfie, and then abruptly cancels all communication?  A. - Only the shallowest kind of person!)

After watching a once-reasonable nation succumb to scientific illiteracy and distrust of rationality...

... I have decided to draw a fat fucking line in the proverbial sand!

Do NOT message me if even ONE of the following provably-factual statements causes your delicate sensibilities to twitch:

Our 45^th so-called “President” lost the popular vote by almost three million!  He and his entire corrupt cabinet are illegitimate, and removing them all from office needs to be America’s (if not the world’s) top priority!

Climate Change is REAL!!!  (No, the jury’s NOT still out on that one; it’s been decided!  It’s happening!  We need to deal with it!  End of story.)

Vaccines do not cause autism!  (And even if there had ever been any real proof that they did, it says only monstrous things about you if you’d rather sacrifice yours and other people’s children to preventable diseases than try to love and care for an autistic child!)

Cannabis, or marijuana, is medicine, and has never killed or harmed anyone or anything except the interests of Big Pharma.  More to the point, it’s saving a lot of lives as I type this sentence, everyone from PTSD sufferers to cancer patients!  You don’t have to smoke it, or enjoy it being smoked around you, but if “Reefer Madness” or the D.A.R.E. program or any other negligent misinformation has caused you to sneer or scoff at it, then we shouldn’t hang out.  I don’t have the kind of time that it would take to undo brainwashing that deep.

GMOs (genetically modified organisms) are perfectly safe!  You folks realize we genetically altered our food the day our species started planting crops in rows, right?  Like it or not, you’re demonizing Farming when you demonize GMOs.

Science is not a belief system; merely the term humankind long ago chose to apply to the ONLY effective method we’ve ever discovered for countering our own fallibility.  If anyone ever discovers a better way to separate what’s provably true from what isn’t, maybe we’ll defer to that instead.

Feminism does not mean women hating – or wanting superior treatment to – men!  You don’t get to change the definition of a word just because the original one doesn’t suit your bigotry; that’s why we have dictionaries.  Take the issue up with Webster’s or Oxford if you disagree.

Atheism is not the hatred of one or many gods, or even the insistence that they don’t exist; you’re thinking of Anti-theism.  Atheists are merely people who recognize that Theists have continuously failed for thousands of years to meet their burden-of-proof.  We’re still waiting, though… in the default position of “disbelief.”

Every currently-catalogued living organism, be it plant or animal, has two things in common with all of its fellows without exception:  they can all sense when they’ve been injured or damaged (a sensation you and I know as “pain”), and they all maintain/sustain themselves at the expense or demise of other organisms to some degree or another.  This is a hopefully-less-antagonistic-sounding way to say that no precedence for veganism exists anywhere in nature.  Sorry to break it to you, and don’t let me stop you from being you… but if it’s a fact that offends you, we probably shouldn’t hang out.

Basically, if facts offend you, we definitely shouldn’t hang out!  Yeah, let’s just go with that.

There; that ought to weed out everyone on here who isn't worthy to know me.

Three years?  Really?!?  Wow… okay!  I may as well reintroduce myself at this point.

Hi.  Aza here; semi-active member since CS was CM.  I accept the Dominant title with reluctance, since such epithets rarely describe a fraction of who any of us are or have the potential to be.  (If you need the comfort of a definition, go for it; wear that thing ‘till its seams rip!)  My experiences on here – as in, actually on the website itself – have been pleasant enough, but that’s the luxury of picking and choosing our conversations via social media.  I regret that I don’t have as many experiences offline through this website; I had specialized reasons for being here, and they were not entirely for my own benefit.  And yet…

… well, let’s see where this post takes us.

I’m not quite sure what compelled me to return.  I mean, specifically I remember the email alert that someone had messaged me, and my brain telling me to just check the damn thing this time instead of ignoring it.  From there, I discovered in my inbox a modest collection of requests for further editions of the Eye-Roll Awards.  (Thank you for the appreciation!)  That inspired me to cruise around on this site for about a day in search of material, which in turn led to a self-discovery in regards to my changing desires and their effect on my place here.

That’s not what was supposed to happen, of course!  This process was supposed to be formulaic; clockwork!  I was supposed to read a bunch of ironic, hypocritical, illogical bullshit, and be inspired enough to call it out in a comically-insulting fashion.  Instead, I read a bunch of ironic, hypocritical, illogical bullshit, and felt… merely a momentary twinge of amusement followed by nothing.  I couldn’t bring myself to care about any of it enough to write even the shortest post or paragraph!  I was nearly tempted to craft something extensive about a depressingly common spelling mistake (at least among American women), resulting in the confusion between mythical celestial beings and the geometric term for the intersection of two lines.  (“Fallen Angle?”  Obtuscifer!)  However, as you can see, my brain burped out half a joke before becoming bored again.

But so what, right?  The “Eye-Roll Awards” thing was fun, and probably my most memorable contribution to this site (since apparently there are some who think it a contribution), but it was hardly my only reason for being here.  So… what were the others again?  (It seems the day you turn 41 is the day the senility finally kicks in full-steam.)

Regrettably, my original reason for creating a profile was to assist my then-girlfriend with finding a girlfriend of her own… but we ended the search with a decision to attempt mutual monogamy, a choice that apparently didn’t sit as well with her as she originally advertised.  Rather than honestly admit her changing feelings (because feelings totally do that, and that’s understandable), she thought it best to cheat on me (much less understandable); with a different guy, no less.

That eliminates two of my purposes on this site, my first and my favorite.  Now I’m asking myself what’s left, and having a difficult time answering.

I made a handful of friends on this site back when it was CM, and almost none of them followed it to its new location.  Since then, decent – much less stimulating – conversation has been a scarcity (though fortunately it hasn’t gone entirely extinct), and the friends and chats that I do make and/or maintain could be easily continued on other sites, sites that cater more closely to what I’m currently seeking in the Social Interaction department.  This site caters to the shallowest end of the pool of sexuality, and what I want is anything but shallow!

What I want is nothing less than what I was previously tricked into thinking I’d found, only this time without the trickery.  I want an intense connection that extends beyond the physical!  It’s not that I don’t find pleasure in casual encounters; it’s just that I vastly prefer mutual artistry.  I wish to entwine minds and bodies in the kind of orgasmic poetry that can only be written by two people with an immensely powerful and all-encompassing attraction!  I want to develop a furious and requited need to get so close with someone that it feels inconvenient having these damn bodies in the way at all!  Also, per the results of previous experiments (always be scientific), I prefer that person to be female… since, after all, there ARE bodies in the way.

I want a fellow author who will create worlds with me, and a fellow actor to help me transcribe those worlds for a wider audience!  I want a duet partner with whom to warble and harmonize, and a dance partner to twirl across whatever size floor is available!  I want someone with whom to hit every party in the city one night, and the next stay in and watch “Futurama” reruns or a new episode of “Vikings.”  I want someone who’ll hike with me, and someone who’ll open-mic with me; someone to travel with and someone with whom to make a home; someone who’ll rock my world and someone who’ll make it seem safer!

And here’s the kicker:  maybe they don’t all have to be the same person like I used to think they did!  (I mean, look at the length of that Wish List!  That’s too much to lay on any one person.)

The only thing they all have to be is honest!  Contrary to what fascist white-supremacist malignant narcissists and their mindless Troll armies will tell you, there is NO SUCH THING as an “alternative fact.”  Facts are facts – those things that prove themselves to be true time and time again after extensive, repeated testing and research.  If the only source you have for a “truth” is someone telling you it’s true, it is not a fact until and unless you can back it up with reliable sources and/or studies.  If my only incentive for believing what you say is you saying it, that’s not enough.  There is no truth of yours that my mind isn’t open enough to handle; not one!  It might be a truth that necessitates our seeking different partners, but that just means we weren’t right for each other; lies aren’t going to force our compatibility.  If you have a preference so weird or a secret so dark that it’s kept you from happy relationships, it means you shouldn’t be pursuing relationships until you get your shit together.  Besides, honesty is by far the laziest choice in a world where our brains have to keep track of enough already.  Imagine not having to cover your bases or keep tabs on who knows what version of your story!

Perhaps that’s why I’m still here, then.  Perhaps sites like this make it easier to say, “Here’s what I’m looking for,” followed by the honest admission that one person is not obligated to fulfill all of these ridiculous and often conflicting human desires, and the reluctant acceptance that maybe I’m no more expected or even invited to fulfill them all for others.

I’m certainly still open to monogamy.  You might even say it’s my natural element!  (My parents will be blissfully celebrating their golden anniversary in just over another year, having never fought with, cheated on, or divorced one another.  What kind of example do you THINK that set for me growing up?  I’m an unparalleled relationship god, so long as the goddess involved at least knows what the word “compromise” means!)  I’ve just learned – am learning – to be realistic about expecting exclusivity, and about expecting that others are expecting it.

As for the Eye-Roll Awards, if anyone else would like to host those, I’ll happily turn over the project… provided you send a sample of your work for perusal.  I’m not handing my baby over to an unfit parent.  ;)

Well, that was surreal! I mean, I’ve read/heard some weird stories from some of you about CM’s penchant for being a hotbed of immature behavior, but this took three extra cakes...

deborah8846 – “Do you like _____________?”

Me – “I do! Pleasure to meet you!”

deborah8846 – “Send me a pic of you with your _________________.”

Me – “I can’t actually take or send anything with a broken digital camera; science being a thing and all.”

deborah8846 – “Your inability to send a pic of exactly what I want exactly when I want it means you’re a liar! Ha-Ha! Neener neener neener!” *BLOCK*

Which inspires this Public Service Message: Parents, PLEASE do a better job in the future of knowing what your kids are doing with your internet access. Kink-based social networking sites have enough problems with fake profiles without your twelve-year-olds running amok on them. Thank you.

For my part, I guess I'll have to start asking for proof of intelligence/education/maturity before I respond to just any old greeting.

As of today (and more than a year too late), I’ve finally decided to openly employ the popular CM rule of “Read my Journal or GTFO!”

You see, I’m able to assign (almost) all of the mail I’ve accumulated over the last year and a half to one of two categories (not including those few letters which were actually very sincere and well thought-out).  Most of it falls under the “One-Phrase Praise” column, which I don’t have a problem with so long as my Inbox doesn’t get too cluttered.  The remainder consists of messages from people who read no further than the last line of my Bio before getting all reactionary, responding with some less-articulate variation of, “Nuh-uuh, and fuck you in your oversized ego!”

To the cluster of complaints about my ego, I shouldn’t even have to refer you to the preceding Journal entry, because you damn well should have read it already before writing to me.  It explains in brutal detail exactly why my public display of confidence REALLY bothers you, and how it has nothing to do with me.

Concerning the exact comment that ruffled several of your feathers, if my intelligence level bothers you all that much, there’s nothing stopping you from advertising your own strengths.  This site is clearly tailored for self-promotion, and my claim is more factually provable than the vast majority of claims made by profiles here on CM.  Challenge me if you like; I wouldn’t have made such an easily-testable assertion if I weren’t prepared to back it up.  Just so you’re aware though, it says nothing positive about your own level of intellect, when you try to call me on mine without bothering to read even one of my Journal entries...

... and, if your excuse for not reading someone’s Journal is the equivalent of, “T.L.D.R. (Too Long, Didn’t Read),” then you are officially banned from ever questioning anyone else’s intelligence ever again!  The entirety of my Journal contents would comprise maybe one chapter of a proper novel (less, if the novel-in-question is one of mine), and if your simple brain can’t even ingest a chapter’s worth of well-written text, then you already fail at life.

Meantime CM, consider your lesson to me communicated:  A year is not NEARLY enough time to stay clear of this site and its collage of overly tender egos and easily-insulted insecurities.

There; may just one of my Journal entries at last be short enough for your myopic minds to manage.  (Seriously!  I say I'm fucking a former porn star, and my claim about my IQ is the one you guys jump on???  Both are equally provable, but still...)

Yes, yes, I know full well that I haven't made a journal entry in over a year.  Allow me to demonstrate why...

... with a new edition of the Eye-Roll Awards!  Originally I'd wanted to hold these monthly, but that proved an overly ambitious endeavor in the midst of other deadlines.  What I have managed to assemble was compiled gradually over the course of 2011.  I regret that the list is short, but including more examples would've required reading more journals, and as masochistic as I am, I do have my limits.

"how does only wanting a white Master make me a racist?? I do not date out side my race thats old school ways"

Sweetheart... old-school ways ARE racism!  You're as ignorant as those folks in Virginia who were trying to celebrate "Confederate heritage" while ignoring everything upon which that "heritage" was based.

“_____ is now owned by me..... She is MY girl and will not be searching for anyone else. She is the girl I have been waiting for and I respectfully ask you all to no longer try and get with her as her profile will be monitored. Thank you for your time."

Translation:  "I can't rely on my charm, looks, or personality to keep this girl interested in me, so I've resorted to caging."  Ladies, does it really make you feel good when a guy just pees all over you like that?  (That's probably a dangerous question to ask on this site.)  Granted, this poor girl is only nineteen years old, so she can't expect to attract men with real class yet.

“The world would be a much more exciting and peaceful place if it was just women and no men what so ever :)"

First off, "exciting" and "peaceful" are dangerously close to antonyms (but you probably don't know what that word means).  Second, without men, the excitement in the world would all but vanish... though I'll grant you that it would certainly be peaceful!  After all, it's hard to get much more peaceful than a world with no more people in it.

And now, here's the Grand Prize Winner!  Their prize:  I shall pick apart their entry point-by-point, rather than all at once at the end.  (Extravagant, I know...)

“I think it's just so funny when people want to make judgmental comments about something they read on another's profile.”  You mean, like you're doing right now?  “Go fuck yourself. When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.  I don't need your approval.”  Yes you do, or others' opinions wouldn't bother you this much to begin with.  “All you are doing is showing your ignorance. You have no business on a site like this to begin with if you are going to judge others.”  Pot, did you not meet Kettle the first time you bumped into one another?  Everyone on this site is here either to judge or to be judged; moreover, it’s kind of the whole point!  If such weren't the case, your own journal would be significantly less judgmental, and you'd have at least one clothed pic in your collection... but it isn't, and you don't (unless reading this inspired you to do some quick editing).   “Get a life, a real one, as in get your lazy ass out of the computer chair & do something productive.”  Um... and just what were you sitting in when you wrote that?  It seems you've got a bit more hypocrisy dribbling down the inside of your leg; might want to clean that up before someone else sees it.

The overall intelligence of CM's population is clearly still suffering... but what did I expect, really?

I shouldn't make it seem as though this place provides nothing in the way of entertainment value; obviously it does, or I wouldn't return at all.  Still, I've noticed a pattern to my returns, reflected in the frequency of my journal posts.  Given that more than a year transpired between the last two, I'm forced to wonder if this is the last time you'll ever hear from me, and if I just don't know it yet.  (Those whose bullshit I've exposed over the years are probably cheering at this news, and I'm glad I've been able to fill such a deep void in their existences.)  Each time I poke my nose back into CM, I’m depressed by something I read, but not concerned enough to comment, so I copy the entries with particular comedic value for later reference, and then return to reality under the assumption that I’ll be more tolerant of stupidity on some future day.  (I never am.)  I also tend to feel overwhelmed whenever my Inbox approaches the triple-digits, so much so that I recently deleted the entire damn thing!  Apparently some heart-pouring fan mail was lost along with the generic one-word greetings and spam-bot solicitations, and it would seem some egos were bruised in the process.

Then again, what is this site, if not a gathering place for easily-bruised egos?  There’s little wonder why I feel more like an outsider to this community than a member, as I haven’t felt the need to prove anything to anyone (publisher aside) in quite some time.  Those easily-bruised egos I spoke of might translate my words to mean that I think I’m too good for this site… and I’m honestly fine with that; there are worse reputations to wear than that of self-assurance.  Still, posterity and protocol demand that I state this much for the record:  I occasionally require validation, just like everyone else in the world who isn’t a complete sociopath; the difference is, I’ve already found mine!  I’ve a girlfriend whom I love and who loves me, a pending career that’s actually related to my chosen field, and just enough close friends to classify me as “extremely picky” and not “antisocial.”  Those with whom I used to speak exclusively through this site have either moved onto other sites or disappeared, and self-promotion for its own sake is among many behaviors for which I’ve little tolerance.

What it boils down to is that I have an ego that isn't so easily bruised… and nothing bruises a weak ego like a strong one asserting itself.  For some reason, there’s no greater punishment for those who aren’t enjoying themselves, than to see happiness being enjoyed by someone else.  If I stay here, accidentally taunting the less-content with my contentedness, the only thing I can hope to accomplish is more mail like THIS:

“hello sir,

i won’t be writing anymore notes to you (given my last one was deleted by you), just know that ______ ____ and the _____ __ ________ will hear that you did that to me.

i wish you well in finding whatever it is that you are looking for.

blessed be and merry we part,"

Keep in mind, that’s just from someone who decided to take offense over their mail getting deleted.  (How would they know, anyway?  I don’t think this site has ever bothered to alert me when someone’s deleted my message, for whatever good reason someone might do so… and I refuse to believe that no one’s ever deleted one of my messages before!  The CM Stalker App must be available for an extra fee or something.  Also, was that a THREAT I detected?  “So-N-So will hear of this!” generally constitutes a threat of some kind, no matter how casually-stated or how laughable.  Perhaps I should report this to someone while I still haven’t deleted the new message…)  As I don’t wish to accumulate any more of this type of mail – anymore than I intended to inspire the feelings which created it – I think my next sabbatical shall be even longer than the previous one.

Then again… maybe I’m blowing this out-of-proportion by blaming myself.  After all, who here hasn’t been talking to someone in a chat room when their child started crying, or when the pet knocked something over, or when you got an important call… and came back to the computer to find that your unannounced absence was enough to send your chat partner into online hysterics, accusing you of being inattentive to their needs because you took longer than sixty seconds to respond to their last post?  If that example doesn’t ring a bell, then have any of you ever been driving in a state where it was illegal to answer your cell phone while operating a motor vehicle, so you sent a call straight to voice mail, and the caller got all butt-hurt about it?  In the long run, this was merely the Social Networking Site version of those two virtually-identical scenarios, and nothing that should reflect on me.  Taking offense to something that wasn’t meant offensively is a CHOICE, based on individual hang-ups, insecurities, and naivety.  We aren’t BORN with the instinct to be offended by things; if you flip off a baby, it doesn’t think twice about it, because no one else’s values have been inflicted on it yet.  How much it takes to offend us is directly related to how open our minds are… and as I’ve previously stated, closed minds and I don’t get along terribly well.

Still, here I am, including my entry among the other journals… many of which consist almost exclusively of complaints about what So-N-So said about them, denouncements of rumors started by Such-N-Such, and desperate assurances of “realness” to the general populace.  It’s enough raw insecurity to kill even the best-tended buzz!

By all means, do people a public service by exposing the fakes and bots – and absolutely, take every available opportunity to call irrationality by its proper name – but if the potential (or even stated) opinions of strangers who live in other corners of the globe bother you so much that you feel a need to answer what was essentially NOTHING with veiled threats and sarcastic well-wishes, then it’s likely you need a break from the internet even more than I thought I did.

Here’s an easy exercise:  start with me.  Pretend that you don’t care what I might or might not think about you.  Pretend that my opinion of you, or lack thereof, makes absolutely no difference whatsoever.  Lo and behold, you’ll wake up one day believing it, and feeling a lot better about yourself in general.  After all, what the fuck do I know about you?  I’m just some schmuck from Hippyville, Oregon, whose approval you’ll probably never need, and whose signature will likely never appear on your paycheck.  If you honestly think it an insult that I didn’t respond to your post, or when you see (however you can see) that your post was included in the “Delete” stack – or yes, even if I’ve selected your words or behavior to serve as a public example of absurdity – just call it proof that I’m not someone you really want know, and move on wordlessly with your hunt.  Ultimately, it comes down to self-esteem:  if you have it, then my opinion won’t matter, and if you don’t, then I’m afraid that problem can only be solved on your end.

Your homework assignment until I return (be it tomorrow or sometime in 2015) is to develop your egos!  You’ll know if you’re exempt from this assignment, because you’ll be laughing good-naturedly at this post rather than grumbling over it.  For the rest of you, you can either take offense to this homework (which is the surest sign that you need to do it), or you can think me an asshole and hope that I fuck off… in which case, congratulations!  You’ve just inadvertently taken your first steps towards completing your assignment.  Keep it up!

Semi-annually yours,

Aza

The fact that I've posted twice (now three times) in the last month seems to have generated quite a bit of mail, like I didn't have enough left over from my first post. Most of the batch consisted of basic stock cheers and statements of agreement - which, don't get me wrong, I LOVE - but those aren't as much fun to repost, are they! Here are a few of the better questions and comments... only re-written with proper grammar/spelling and the omission of four-letter words (so as to make the comments sound far more intelligent than they were actually posed), and with the commenters' names withheld (in most cases to avoid humiliating people in public). Bring on the inquiries!

"We know very well what you don't like, but what about your likes and interests?"

Well, let's see... I'm a reader/writer of Fantasy and Science Fiction. My favorite authors are mostly dead guys, ranging from Tolkien and Heinlein to Lovecraft and Chambers. My musical tastes stretch between 70's Rock (Pink Floyd) and Goth/Industrial (Skinny Puppy). I think the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy was both the greatest literary and cinematic accomplishment to-date... but that I'm about to publish/produce a better! I think "Firefly" was the best live-action television show ever cancelled, and that Malcolm Reynolds was the greatest space captain in TV history! (Oh, that's right Trekkies; I went there!) My turn-ons include hyper-intelligence, wisdom, proper spelling and grammar, an overactive imagination, humility (if only in small doses), and above all else, a healthy batch of self-confidence. Hmm... what else? I'm an Aquarius, I've actually read the U.S. Health Care Reform bill (enough to know that the only threat it poses this country comes from the illiterate ignoramuses who oppose it), and the knowledge that I'm still in the planet's 99th intelligence percentile is soured somewhat by my belief that I'm not necessarily getting smarter, but that the world around me is degenerating bit-by-bit into complete stupidity. I hope I've been adequately informative.

"Why do you hate all Dominants?"

I wasn't aware that I hated anyone. The emotion of hate requires more energy than I'm willing to waste on any person or group of people. I certainly dislike the disrespectful demeanor displayed by most so-called Dominants (Alliteration's fun, isn't it!), but even when I'm discussing them, I'm careful to point out or at least elude to the existence of those-to-whom-the-rule-does-not-apply. On many levels, I wish we were all Dom(me)s, but in the purest sense: I wish we each had the self-esteem to recognize our own worth. I wish we all had the confidence of Dom(me)s, but harbored the humility of Subs to keep us in check. Dom(me)s that have been Subs are the most knowledgeable members of their field, and thus the most talented in their art, because they've two different schools of experience from which to draw on the subject. These Dom(me)s have respect for their Subs, and in the end, that's what makes the difference between a Dom(me) worthy of one's respect... and the heinous, bratty bitches and bastards who are only here to feed their own sadism. (And NO, just because some of them have been doing what they've been doing for more than thirty years DOESN'T earn them automatic respect or place them beyond scrutiny! It only makes it more understandable when most of them turn out to be close-minded bigots. Again, I said most of them... not all.)

"Were you wronged by a Domme in the past?"

I wouldn't say I've ever been particularly "righted" by one, but I've never really been "wronged." If anything, I've been disappointed by the Dommes I've seen and experienced, but I have several Dom(me) friends with whom I occasionally exchange notes, and we get along well enough outside the environment of the dungeon power-struggle. A couple of non-local ones even subscribe to my journal, and they seem to find my "Anti-Dom" title amusing and my entries justified... but that's because they know it's not them I'm ostracizing, but the puffed-up pussies who are giving them a bad name.

"You make fun of Dom(me)s often enough. How come you never make fun of Subs or Slaves?"

You know, that's a very valid point! However, I'll tell you the same thing I told myself when I came up with that same point many months ago. I would be glad to bring down the walls of hypocrisy by making fun of Subs and Slaves, only... well... they make pretty effective fun of themselves, don't they? Again, I can't speak for the entire subgroup, but most seem very happy to openly advertise their lack of self-respect. Those that don't call themselves whores, sluts or cunts in the first paragraph of their profile often tell a Woe-Are-They tale about how they'll never be perfectly complete unless they can finally find their one true Dom(me) to govern every aspect of who they are and how they live. In a lot of these cases, I find myself hoping it's just a sex-game thing - a false personae to assist with the role-play - because otherwise it's just the saddest damn thing in the world! I am happy though to note that the self-ridiculing Subs are almost balanced in number by those who realize and advertise that Dom(me)s must earn a Sub's respect in order to be rightfully respected in return. Yes, some of you actually get it, and I smile every time I read another Sub's public refusal to be instantly cowed or commanded. :)

"Financial Dominants and Gender Supremacists are people too!"

No; no they are not. That's a common misconception though, requiring only a little education to correct. These two lesser classes of being fall, along with those bratty little Princesses, under the "Opportunist" category, and opportunists are not people no matter how badly they'd like us to believe otherwise. You see, people feel emotions like empathy, sympathy and guilt, because people possess what's called a conscience. Opportunists have no conscience, because their much-smaller brain capacities don't have the necessary space. Their tiny minds only have room for one concern: how to take advantage of others to acquire what they didn't earn and don't deserve. They are roughly-evolved primates, yes (though the evidence of this evolution vanishes abruptly when you wave power or money in front of them), but they are not people.

"If you're not tributing, what do you care?"

I think I care partially because the whole "Pay Tribute for Nothing" scam is a mirror image if what Goldman-Sachs and the traders (traitors?) on Wall Street did to American taxpayers, and I'm still monumentally pissed about that. Opportunists should NOT be permitted to procure positions of power... period! Still, as I've said before, if you're pathetic enough to get off on being scammed, then power to you... or to everyone else, as it were. (Speaking for myself, there is no greater turn-off than weakness of spirit; it is an aphrodisiac exclusively enjoyed by the already-weak.)

"Where'd you get YOUR ego?"

A combination of places (my IQ, my singing voice, good old-fashioned parental encouragement, etc.), but the most recently-prominent consist of pending negotiations for my publishing contract, and the former porn star who's spent the last two years with her luscious little legs willingly and exclusively wrapped around my waist. I challenge you not to develop an ego under such circumstances... but I do hope you've found some excuse to develop one, because you're going to need it to survive this existence! I pity anyone who doesn't have even just a little bit of an ego. Absence of an ego leads to horrendous ends, like... complete and total codependency!

"You really don't care for Dom(me)s, do you."

It does seem to have become my theme. Look, there are exactly two beings, not just here on CM but in the outside world, for whom I really don't care: people who are genuinely out to use other people for their own personal gain (genuinely, as in outside the realm of sexual fantasy; I've nothing against a little role-play), and the morons who perpetuate the problem by giving these opportunistic degenerates exactly what they want... sometimes from halfway around the fucking world! Again, spiritual weakness is no more attractive to me than the feigned strength it takes to "dominate" the self-dominated. I would prefer that both these groups of people correctly relabeled themselves as "pussies" and moved on with their not-quite-lives.

"Keep posting, man! You're like the Jon Stewart of BDSM!!! :)"

Thanks for the awesome sentiment... though I prefer to think of Stewart as the Aza of political commentary. ;) Kidding; I'm not that arrogant... yet. (All this "fan mail" isn't deflating my head any, I can tell you that.)

"What will be the topic of your next rant?"

Oh, who knows; possibly something I'll read or receive in response to this post. Any intelligent suggestions?

Ta for now, CM; see you in my peripheral. Be well, faithful readers! ~Aza Oh, and while I'm looking at it...

"Deal with it, pro dommes fill a spot and wouldn't exist if there wasn't a demand for their services."

Only too true... but then again, the exact same can be said of Meth Dealers.