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montrose99
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I feel the need to state that I am, in fact, very happily taken and not looking for any male relationship/Dom/sub/slave/switch partners of any kind, thanks!
Women, however... ;D
Friends- and I mean strictly platonic non-play friends- of both genders are totally welcome though :)
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I need friends. Female friends. Like, actual friends. Not friends with benefits or playmates (though that would be awesome) but women who'll listen to be babble and hang out with me. Local women would be preferable, or at least close enough that driving here isn't a nightmare for them...I just need more female friends...I'm lacking estrogen in my life and one of my two closest forms of awesome estrogen is moving to Kentucky in less than a month...
If you wear my same size clothing and we can play trade closets here and there...Even Better! : |
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Bad grammar/spelling shouldn't be as much of a deal-breaker as it totally is to me. The attraction tends to die.
There's something very wrong with me. |
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I hate suspecting something for a long time, pretty much knowing it but ignoring it purposely...and then having it confirmed. And confirmed through confrontation. *sigh* Figures. |
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I really should stop waiting to do my laundry until I have nothing left to wear. ;;>.> |
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"Yeah, I heard about some guy
That you beat and got in the papers
Sure, you own a cool bar
And I hear you get far with every waitress...
But let me tell you how it be
You won't get with this you see
'Cause you can't handle me
It's a simple fact
That you can't seem to handle me
No matter how you act with them
You can't handle me..." |
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I'm my Daddy's (genetic one) Little Girl...and I'm a hell of a shot. Fuck yes. Revolver & Rifle (Custom hand assembled lower with AR-16 (or 15, one of the two) upper. .223 rifle rounds. 18/25 rounds into the dead center of the target with the rifle today. At 30 feet. First time holding a rifle, let alone shooting it. And I'm GOOD at it.
Hell. Yes.
I want more. |
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Oh my GOD...I get to go to Otakon this year. HELLS yes.
Ah, my people~ <3 |
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I love how my previous entry cut off all messages from anyone lol That's pretty funny... |
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Not. Looking.
NOT LOOKING.
NOT LOOKING FOR A SUB/SLAVE OR A DOM/DOMME/MASTER/MISTRESS
thank you. |
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I am curious to find out when communicating on here became an application process. Why do people send me their entire lifestyle/sexual resume? O.o Whatever happened to just, I dunno, messaging a person and trying to have a conversation first, versus throwing out applications to random people you find attractive in the hopes that one will respond? At least when I message someone I have something (no matter how dorky) to say.
This entire thing, the lifestyle and all, is about relationships- it's not an employment opportunity in the sex industry. -.-'' |
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I have to yell this it seems cause no one understands it:
I DO NOT ACCEPT FRIEND REQUESTS FROM PEOPLE I DO NOT KNOW NOR HAVE NEVER EXCHANGED MESSAGES WITH.
DO NOT FRIEND REQUEST ME IF YOU AND I HAVE NEVER SPOKEN. |
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I think I'm okay...I've calmed down and I'm focused on one thing now. Makes things easier...at least I'm not hurting anymore |
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Broken hearts take forever to heal...
What about a shattered one?
I don't even know how to begin to put it back together...cause the glue that held it in the first place is what I've lost... |
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Just to put this out there: I do not accept friend requests from everyone. I have to have a conversation with you and actually LIKE you first. I'm not one of these people that likes to "collect" friends on their profile or whatnot. I'm going to reject random friend requests, simple as that. Why should I list you as my friend if you aren't?
I mean, really. |
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I love how people message me with these long messages about why they'd be my perfect Dom/Master/submissive/slave and when I go to reply the account no longer even exists. It's like, really? If you're going to delete the account why write to people?
And it's always nice to be complimented but it would be better to get messages more substantial than, "nice tits," thanks. |
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Happy New Years
Rest in peace my little one. <3 |
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If you message me and I read your message and don't write back to you immediately or within a couple of days/a week, please don't take offense. I am very busy, I read my messages on my cell phone and really prefer not to write out message responses on there as well. Too slow >.<'
Also, I'm very stressed so there are times where I don't feel like responding to anyone, really. So thinking that I haven't replied to you because I don't want to hear from you anymore or because I'm a bitch that simply ignores messages from others is untrue. I try to reply to all messages I get, even if it's only to say no thank you; I'm that type of person and I would appreciate that courtesy from others so I try to set an example.
I'll eventually get back to you. No worries, okay? ^.^
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So I've realized that my sense of humor and my personality are probably more or less an acquired taste. Even though I'm not, I think I probably come off as rather bitchy and high strung, high maintenance and oppositional. And I think I'm okay with that.
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I feel the need to put this out there because these mistakes irritate the daylights out of me (Some of my pet peeves: see my 7/10 entry for more) and entirely too many people err in these ways.
First up:
Itch: (n) an unpleasant sensation that evokes the desire or reflex to scratch.
"What are you doing to that wall corner?"
"Oh, I was just itching my back."
Failure.
You cannot "itch" anything unless you are causing it to itch, and even then I'm pretty sure it's not a verb in itself. If you have an itch you scratch it. One cannot "itch" an itch. It doesn't make sense and is like saying you're going to "milk" the milk. You drink the milk, you do not "milk" the milk.
Next:
My second grade teacher erred in this constantly and to this day I remember it clearly and being bothered by it. (She also said my name improperly but that's a different issue. I fought to correct that one and failed. Teachers aren't really pleased when a seven year old girl stands up to correct them in front of the class.)
Draw: (v) to create artistic pictures or diagrams.
Drawl: (n) a slow speech pattern with prolonged vowels. (v) lengthen and slow down
My teacher would quite often say to us, "I want you to drawl what you think it would look like," or something similar. A second grader can, in fact, have an eye tick, by the way.
You draw a picture. You do not "drawl" a picture. It is impossible.
Next:
Another mistake my second grade teacher (and others have I witnessed do it) consistently made:
"Billy, could you go shut the lights?"
or
"Suzie, could you go cut the lights?"
*sighs*
It is physically impossible for Billy to "shut the lights." Shutting is closing something. What is he closing? If anything, by flicking the light switch, Billy would be Opening the electrical circuit.
Suzie cannot "cut the lights". The only way she could cut the lights is if she physically sliced the light source (not recommended.) Technically, yes, she is severing (or "cutting" I suppose) the electrical circuit that makes the lights turn on. This is still not "cutting" the lights.
Next:
When to use "I" or "me" when listing people.
People understand the basics;
"I get the point that people don't care how idiotic they sound."
"I know she isn't talking about me!"
Unfortunately, when more people are added into the equation the sentence becomes very very wrong.
"He and me get the point that people don't care how idiotic they sound."
"I know she isn't talking about her and I!"
Fail. Both of them. No.
If you would normally say something like, "I go to the store," you wouldn't use me when referencing yourself after others. It will never be, "Me go to the store." Looking at it like this shows how blatant the mistake is. For example;
"He and me got caught by my roommate while in a wild scene."
If you take that sentence (which is WRONG) and take away the second person;
"Me got caught by my roommate while in a wild scene."
Most people know that that sentence is wrong. You'd sound like a caveman talking, just as you do when you speak a sentence like the one before it.
(Side note: It is NEVER proper to say "she and me" or "he and me" or "him and I" or "her and I")
So we correct the sentence;
"He and *I* got caught by my roommate while in a wild scene."
Because when you take out the second person;
"I got caught by my roommate while in a wild scene." the sentence makes sense.
This does NOT mean that you simply replace "me" with "I" for any sentence that includes other people.
"Those leather cuffs belong to him and I."
Wrong.
You'd know better (I'd hope) than to say, "Those leather cuffs belong to I."
Thus, like the rules stated above, you would say, "Those leather cuffs belong to me." and correct the first sentence when you add another person; "Those leather cuffs belong to him and me."
Next:
This seems to be an increasingly common mistake, and I'm unsure as to why.
NEVER do you say, "Mistress don't want me no more."
She doesn't want you ANY more. Gee, I wonder why. -.-*
Now, I am guilty of using "ain't" on occasion- not as often as I did when I was a child- and because "ain't" is in the dictionary, I don't fault it for existing even though the construction of the word is completely improper.
I can't tell you though how many times I have heard, "She ain't gonna play with me no more." If you are going to use the word "ain't" in that sentence it's okay, but only if you follow it with actual English.
"She ain't going to play with me anymore."
I know that no one enunciates as I do anymore, which is depressing in and of itself, but at the very least don't use "gonna" or "wanna" in a written/typed sentence. At least write it out as "going to" or "want to."
Last:
"Who has the book?" "She do."
No, "she do" not.
She does have the book.
They do, I do, we do, you do, she DOES and he DOES.
Similar vein:
I go, you go, we go, they go, she GOES and he GOES.
They is not pronounced, "dey"
Ask is NOT pronounced, "axe"
The is not pronounced, "Duh" or "Da"
Am I is not pronounced, "Mye"
This is, and This are not pronounced, "dis"
"It" will NEVER "be raining."
"It be cold!" is also glaringly wrong.
I am, you are, they are, we are, he is, she is, IT is.
"It is cold."
"It is raining."
Atchoo is the sound of a sneeze. Not "at you."
Witchoo is not a word.
Wit does NOT mean in addition to.
Watchoo is not only incorrect, but can be interpreted as either, "What you" or "Watch you."
You does not start with a CH and thus should never have the sound in its pronunciation.
And ANYTHING that ends in NG or ING HAS A G! PRONOUNCE IT!
Whew...Okay, I'm done for now.
*steps off soapbox*
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It's difficult to know how much you trust someone until that trust is questioned, whether founded or unfounded. Personally, I find it much easier to trust someone with my physical safety and even my life than to trust them with my emotions. That's probably typical of a lot of people, though.
Thing is, it's not that I'd blame the other person if my trust were broken. I'd blame myself one hundred percent. It's not that I'd blame myself for trusting them or whatnot, it's that I'd blame myself for not being good enough, not being enough to hold their attention, not being enough for them to want me to have faith in them. When my ex dropped me for another woman, it was entirely too easy for me to forgive him. By all rights, I should have been angry at him, hated him. I couldn't. I hated myself instead. I turned it inward and realized that his leaving was simply because I wasn't good enough. It was my fault for not accommodating him completely, for failing him on some level- whatever level that even was.
I was hurt that he'd left me, that I'd been replaced, but I was more hurt at the realization that I wasn't good enough. I wasn't everything he wanted/needed and I'd failed. That's what hurt. And any time I'm hurt like that I'm completely unable to turn those emotions outward, even to project them on others. I think my main fear in trusting others isn't that I'll get hurt, it's that I'll hurt myself. A break in my trust is just a catalyst, something that sets off an internal breakdown.
And even if I think I trust someone completely with my emotions, I tend to find myself questioning anything and everything that could be construed as a potential breach of trust. To those who don't really know me it looks like I question their fidelity, honesty, and their emotions. Truly I don't. Their infidelity would be my fault- they went looking for something I didn't provide. It's so difficult for me to trust someone not to leave me, to trust that someone actually loves me and not question it constantly.
I tend to succumb to my emotions when I'm in love with someone. I'm pretty sure that I always love them more than they do me; I throw my whole self into it, regardless of what I'm getting back. They're constantly on my mind, in my thoughts, desires. They're the first person I think of when I wake up in the morning, before I make decisions whether important or trivial, the first person I think of when I do anything. It's pretty much impossible for me to put them out of my vision, to set my emotions for them aside to do anything else. I'm pretty sure this is abnormal and is a very clear example of obsession. Maybe I do become obsessed, dangerously entwined in the relationship and unable to untangle my sense of self from it. I'll probably never know.
I just know that I'd let a man choke me to black out long before I'd admit I love him. Cause the way I see it? Only one of those causes me damage.
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If you misspelled your own user name and it's not purposeful wordplay...you fail at life.
Just sayin'. |
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Anafiel Delaunay exists...^.^
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It would be wonderful if people learned simple English. *sighs*
Your = possession. "That is your book."
You're = You Are = "You're the one who can't speak proper English."
Their = possession. "It is their opinion that you are attractive."
There = location. "Because of your grammar there will be no chatting between us."
They're = They Are = "They're welcome to hit on you, but I am not attracted to idiocy."
Its = possession. "Your submissive cannot speak its own language properly."
It's = it is = "It's sad you're such an imbecile."
It is, "at his beck and call" not "beckon call"
It's spelled W-E-I-R-D, not W-I-E-R-D.
I is a CAPITAL LETTER.
U is not a word.
Won't, don't, didn't, can't all have APOSTROPHES
It is spelled C-O-L-L-A-R
You have a P-I-E-C-E not peice or peace of something.
"Domnant" is not a word.
Too = Also. In addition. As well.
To and Too are not the same word.
Carefull is not a word. Neither is masterfull.
Threw = past tense of throw. "He threw me against the wall."
Through = NOT A PAST TENSE OF THROW= "I cannot spend my time going through all of these morons' profiles."
Our = belonging to us.
Are is a form of to be.
WomAn = one person of the female gender.
WomEn = multiple persons of the female gender.
And for god's sake, USE SPELL CHECK. It's REALLY not that difficult!
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To the "Daddy" who blocked me on yahoo and on cm:
Dear NLC:
Just so you're aware, blocking people on YIM and on CM is an exceedingly immature way to react to them. All you had to do was tell me that you no longer wanted to speak to me. I'm mature enough to handle that. Obviously, you lack the same trait.
Also, it makes me laugh that you completely disregarded all of my warnings about my being a pain and stubborn and a spitfire. You act as if I've slighted you simply by being myself.
Here's the thing, not all girls can be put into the "Slave" or "Submissive" mold that evidently exists. You get frustrated and irate because you can't find a way to make me fit into that mold, that box, into the kind of girl you think is acceptable for me to be. Many have tried to do that with me. I feel, as such, I need to inform you that character traits like independence, stubbornness and willpower cannot be "trained out" of someone. I once had a Dom try to tell me that he would "train out" the ADHD I have. A true Dom knows how to alter the mold to fit the slave or sub, not the other way around. A true Dom does not take a girl and then try to make her into the girl he wants. Otherwise, the person who claims to be a Dom, is just someone who wants to tell others what to do and have a doormat to screw whenever he wants.
You say you read my journal, but you seem genuinely shocked at my personality. One of my first entries explains how I am, quite clearly. So I don't quite understand how you missed that.
I'm sorry you find it impossible to be friends with a submissive/slave with a voice and personality. I believe you still have much to learn about what it truly means to be a dominant in this world, and that it's not just finding someone to care for as a child. Though I wish you luck in finding what it is you seek.
Arduinna
P.S. My Dom puts up with me because he didn't learn to bring out his dominant side as most Doms do. He's naturally dominant, it's simply the way he is. So while learned Doms take what they know and take their Dom side and try to put a girl into a mold so that the Dom knows how to deal with her (as they've learned), he accepts me for who I am. He loves how fiery I am, how stubborn, and how I have as much personality as I do. He embraces it and doesn't try to reshape me. He nips behaviors that he objects to, usually ones that are self-deprecating on my part, but doesn't try to change who I am. He loves me for who I am, bitchiness and all. And only my biological father and my Dom will ever be called Daddy.
P.P.S. Much of the time, to anyone with intelligence, Dominants who capitalize self-indicators such as "My" and "Me" come across as very arrogant, and I've found it to reveal those who are insecure about their dominance, themselves, and who truly have no idea what they're doing.
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I want a pussy and set of tits to play with that aren't mine... |
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I hate rat dogs. I hate small dogs. They're just steps away from the rats they were usually bred to hunt. (Not toy dogs, those were bred as companions, and those ARE rats.)
And I've ranted about my grandmother's dachshund on here before and how much I hate the little bastard and everything he does. How obnoxiously clingy he is and how he constantly demands attention.
My sister was leaving for school this morning and when she had the garage open the dog went sprinting out, effectively walked himself, and then came back in. A) this as never happened before and B) my sister was quite amused, as was I. I suppose if you've gotta go, you've gotta go, right? So I got out of bed and dressed and everything and Oscar kept making all sorts of annoying grunts and stuff. When I came downstairs to feed him and Bloo, the cat, Oscar demanded to go outside again. He'd just been out like two hours previously. I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen, and when Bloo didn't follow I started calling for him. Nothing.
I tore the house apart looking for a little grey cat and he never responded. Normally he comes running. I started to panic. He wasn't in the house. When did he get out? He didn't have his collar on, and didn't have a tag to say to whom he belonged. I grabbed the treat container and started outside...then stopped and came back in and hooked up the dog to his leash and brought him with me. We went around the side of the house and I called for Bloo, shaking the treat container. Idiot dog, bless him, went into tracking mode and put his nose to the ground sniffing like crazy. We went to the back of the house and I shook the treat container again. There was a very pitiful, "Mommy...I'm scared...help me..." meowl from under the heat pump. Oscar immediately ran over and shoved his nose underneath, wagging his tail to tell me he'd found what we'd been looking for. Bloo came out, disheveled and disgustingly dirty, and immediately started purring and rubbing all against Oscar in gratitude. I gave Oscar a treat for finding him. I felt like he deserved it. I brought a shivering and purring Bloo inside, and put his collar back on him, fed him...my sister came home and gave him a bath, so he's not covered in ick anymore. I'm just glad to have him back.
And dumbass dog has ten fewer I Hate You points. |
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Hmm...
is it weird that I am more aroused by, and orgasm harder from, really really sexy cars vs human beings of either gender? O.o
Cause...and just a thought here...I don't think that's normal. >.> |
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Surround me with tall, broad-shouldered firefighters and I can die a happy happy death.
Ohh a happy happy death. |
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Sometimes you need someone to take control of you before you're able to take control of yourself. |
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Once upon a time I was ignorant of the Lifestyle and desperate to serve. I took it to be "normal" for a Dominant/Master/Mistress to want blind obedience from a slave, and for a slave to have no limits if they were to be a "real" slave. Once upon a time I look a lot of sh*t from people, men especially, but also women, and other "slaves" who claimed that because my profile at the time dictated my hard limits that I did not belong in the Lifestyler's world and I had no right to be here.
I am not that naïve little girl anymore. I know what I want and I will not accept from anyone that there is a certain way to be if you are a "real" slave or submissive. It is not unrealistic to want to be in love with the man/woman I serve. It is not unrealistic to want to give them full control over me but to want respect and to be treated as an equal. Just because I kneel at your feet it doesn't mean that you have a right to step on me. It is not unrealistic to want to serve someone who is affectionate and playful, who is patient and sweet, but who understands how to reprimand me when I do wrongly, or how to productively criticize me so I am able to better serve. The D/s and M/s relationships are not about right and wrong. They are not about how much control one can exert over the other. They are about an exchange of necessities: D/Ms need someone to serve them, someone to control. s's need someone to serve.
Think what you will, and I know you will, but I am not a slave to be taken lightly. I am not to be taken advantage of, I am not to be told that I am not a "real" or "true" slave because neither a "real" or "true" slave exists. Each slave is different in how they serve. Each M/D is different in how they need to be served. These differences make no one "right" or "wrong" in what they do, what they believe, or what they expect. So do not expect me to oblige or agree or grovel for you if you tell me that I do things wrongly, or that I want the impossible.
I am a human being, and many people on this site forget that. I need to serve, and I do, and I'm the best damn slave you'll ever meet, but that doesn't mean that I'm not independent. I am certainly able to function on my own, and to think. So if you want a girl who will go sprinting off a bridge naked simply because you told her to- I'm not her. To her, she sees that it makes you happy and that she is a "good" slave, so she does it. To me, that violates one of my core beliefs about the Lifestyle, and that is that whomever I serve will never put my physical or mental health at risk, no matter how happy it makes them.
I have limits, I have beliefs, I have wants and needs. I will be respected. I will be listened to. I will not be taken for granted, used, or treated as an object of sexual pleasure. I will not be ignored, and I will not share in service unless I am in full agreement with it. I will not put up with things such as, "I don't care if you don't like it, I'll have as many slaves as I want to and I will do whatever I want to with them. You only get an opinion, not a vote. I get the final say, and what I say goes."
If you consider me to be out of line, or too headstrong to be a slave, then you had better keep searching. I will not be confined into a persona that isn't me, or some idea that people seem to think is the mold for serving. I am me, I am the best slave there is, I am the best submissive there is, and no one can tell me otherwise.
Take me or leave me, I am who I am. |
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::banghead::
So, upon looking around I'm noticing once again that pretty much everyone on here is too good looking to be real, is a selfish and sexist pig who just wants a free prostitute that will do his bidding, looks like a pedophile or a serial rapist, is unable to spell properly, or is taken but looking for a "playmate".
I think I'll just continue to wait for my Anafiel Delaunay.
If you honestly get that reference...I will be flat out floored. |
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| Age: 41 |
| Sonora,
California |
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