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For those requiring guidance... Saints. Jets.
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I'm pretty sure I'd make the worst slave ever. I'd never consent to such a thing. And if I were transported to a time and place where I was forced to be a slave, I'd be one of those sneaky motherfuckers who acted all compliant and happy then stabbed my owner in the throat at the first opportunity.
Happy Friday!
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Um... dumbest halftime show ever currently taking place at the Capital One Bowl? Are those unfortunate girls the daughters of Capital One employees?
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Great moments in GM leadership. Scott Pioli on the blackout of the Chiefs/Browns game:
If we put a better team on the field, this thing will take care of itself.
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Do They Know It's Christmas vs. We Are the World.
Discuss.
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I guess one of the problems with regularly updating my journals with random thoughts is that it's necessary to make sure that the following theme has a constant presence on the first page of my journal:
Dear Sir:
I am not conflicted. Nor am I an idiot. If you can't figure out how feminism and submission are reconciled, that is your problem, not mine. Stop writing. You're not the first. You're not clever. And I have zero incentive to explain it to you. Just... go away. Google it. Leave me be.
Thank you,
Lucienne
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Irish Breakfast Tea and a slice of povotica for breakfast. That's cheating, isn't it?
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Something I had forgotten about myself that I rediscovered this morning working with a window insulation kit... I am comically bad at setting tape in a straight line.
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Once more into the breach.
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It's seriously fucking cold outside today and I have to wear a skirt. :(
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Ha Ha. Still above freezing. Take THAT Katie Horner.
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Despite all the promises and threats, there is no snow on the ground. I figured this would happen when I saw a news preview last night with Katie Horner standing excitedly in front of a weather map of... Minnesota.
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On feminism. As stated in an earlier journal, the first line of my profile is intended to help men who think feminism is evil self-screen themselves away from me.
It's worded the way it is mostly for conciseness. It does not mean that I require a man who walks around wearing a "This is what a feminist looks like" tshirt.
Feminism, for me, is about respecting the autonomy and dignity of our fellow human beings. Some people might be tempted to call that humanism, which, in the way of "isms," has already been claimed by a different movement with somewhat overlapping goals. From that core principle, many positions flow. I don't believe in "female supremacy" or any other such nonsense. I do believe in things like the importance of legal abortion, LGBT rights, and keeping torture illegal.
Why do I consider these things relevant to a bdsm relationship? Well, given the unorthodox nature of bdsm, I think a general principle of respecting people's autonomy and right to make choices is pretty important. And, naturally, most bdsm-ers do believe in that, very strongly, when it comes to themselves and their particular unorthodoxy.
I desire a partner who carries that principle beyond the realm of their own advantage. In fact, I have a negative feeling (not quite sure what to call it) about those who can feel it so strongly for themselves, but don't see how it applies outside of kink.
I also desire a partner who appreciates exchange, and isn't just riding some partriarchal wave of dominance. My submission is not a "gift," because it can be retracted at any time.
So, despite the imaginations of some, a male liberal feminist is not the guy who thinks attending a Take Back the Night event is a great way to meet women. And I don't give intellectual purity tests before engaging in a little slap and tickle. But as a practical matter, in a more serious relationship I won't submit to a man who doesn't share my same core values.
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Should the salty tears of Tim Tebow that crossed the silver painted John 16:33 have been harvested and tested for their potential healing properties?
Discuss.
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Trying to shake a cranky mood, I turned to this day in history for a sense of perspective. Bhopal disaster. Malta conference signifying the official "end" of the Cold War. The start of a Civil War in Greece.
Oh, here's a good one... in 1901, in a speech to the House of Representatives, Teddy Roosevelt "kicks off his effort to curb the power of business trusts." Ha ha. How's that working out for us.
Ok, so now my crankiness carries a more global perspective.
I think it's time to check out catsinsinks.com
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Using my journal like a post-it note.
butternut squash gnocchi recipe
myrecipes.com
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Sorting through some boxes yesterday, discarding items for which sentiment has faded, and I discovered photographic proof of my hs cheerleading squad winning the spirit stick at a tournament.
You wouldn't suspect it to look at me today, but I can still do a mean spirit fingers.
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So, I guess the edit journal function either does not work, or is, like "upload photo," beyond my capabilities.
For the record, MU's jumbo package is bigger than KU's jumbo package.
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2012 is a 2 hour 38 minute movie. 95 minutes? Maybe. Epic? No. Slim pickings for holiday family film.
Also, calling bullshit on the rule change in ncaa bb on who gets to shoot the free throws for an injured player who left the game. Please tell me that shit was not inspired by MU. That kid was practically an ice cold walk on.
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Two additions to the "interests" section. Ass play and NSA housework. To be clear, the ass to be played with is yours. And the house to be cleaned is mine.
I've heard reports of this mythical creature, a man who is emotionally satisfied by cleaning the home of a strong woman. As luck would have it, I'm a strong woman who hates cleaning her home. I've decided to put out a transponder, should such a creature need a place to temporarily take shelter and practice his trade.
In such a transaction, my home will be cleaned to my exacting standards. None of that Merry Maid light windex and wipe cleaning. The creature will be expected to be self-motivated, and not require constant supervision. Water and perhaps a light snack will be provided while you work. Upon successful completion of the task, I will express my warm thanks, verbally, not physically, for the service performed. And the creature shall leave.
That's the NSA version.
I can also picture a naughtier version. But successful completion of the NSA version is necessary before I will discuss the ehnanced house cleaning experience.
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The Jonah Goldberg of CM just contacted me to clue me into the fact that feminism, communism and nazism are THE SAME. And that I'm a SOCIOPATH. Also, I'm a closeted female supremacist because my BIOLOGY is at war with my mind, which is infected with the virus of feminism.
Have I mentioned, this guy is a sub? 2000 miles away?
Gentlemen, "liberal feminist" is featured prominently in my profile to spare all of us the waste of time. If you think feminism is an unethical movement hell bent on the destruction of all good in society, don't fucking waste your time on me. I will not submit to such a man.
On the other hand, if you are interested in cleaning my house and then being given a good long spanking and verbal humiliation that I absolutely promise will be more creative than merely calling you a "worm." I can really get down with that dynamic. So, feel free to send along details of your housecleaning experience and of your donations to Focus on Family.
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It is a glorious day to be a Chiefs fan.
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Apparently, Belgium almost fell apart in the past two years. And I'm just now discovering this fact. This discovery has induced guilt over my ignorance of world affairs as well as guilt over returning In Bruges to Netflix prior to finishing it due to faulty queue management.
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I feel like I'm missing some really obvious and simple step that would allow me to post a photo. It tells me to browse my hard drive. I browse. I select. I hit "update profile." Nothing happens. Please, internet, tell me what I'm doing wrong.
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BDSM is a broad umbrella. Gorean... just, no.
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I just received a message with a fairly generic air to it, and no indication that the sender read my profile. The sender commanded me to respond to him even if I'm not interested and followed up that command with "Courtesy!!"
Do people really fall for that shit? Is some sub lady sitting at her computer reading this guy's copy and paste message, thinking he's a bit presumptuous and grotesquely physically unattractive, but still feeling compelled to offer him a polite "no, thank you"?
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Do you ever read someone's profile and want to call for an intervention? There's one guy around here whose profile I eventually put on "hide" because his picture was so depressing and his profile was frequently updated to indicate progressive degrees of FAIL. Somehow, his profile has now evaded my "hide" dictate and he's reached a new level of sadness. I just want to hug the guy and say "honey, just... stop. step away from the computer and get some therapy." But I'm 99% certain that will not work. So I merely make a journal entry.
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I'm going to a hockey game tonight. Allegedly professional (CHL league?). It's an expansion team, the Missouri Mavericks. Their jerseys appear to be powder blue. I'm currently debating whether or not to swing by a thrift store and pick up a powder blue shirt or sweatshirt so as not to be mistaken (heaven forbid) for a Wichita Thunder fan. Nothing like cheering for a team you know nothing about simply because of geographical proximity!
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I just don't know about these SEC officials. (Football and securities)
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I was in a bar recently and the man next to me was bitching about the absence of Keno. I offered to recreate the Keno experience for him by taking a dollar from him every few minutes and occasionally giving him some money back. Along similar lines, I'm thinking of inventing, or, rather, identifying and naming, a new kink. It's the scam kink. I haven't worked out all the details, but there seems to be an endless supply of men who have some deep desire to be scammed. Sending tribute to internet dommes? Some variation on humiliation play, I suppose.
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Who let Bret Musberger into my TV?
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Watching football today. There's a fumble and a big pile up over the ball.
Announcer says: You never know what's going on at the bottom of the pile.
I say: I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what is going on at the bottom of that pile.
My friend says: Bottom of the pile is like prison. You don't talk about what happens there.
:)
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Perhaps a bit of clarity is in order on the (largely ignored) "No chat" edict. Specifically, if you send a chat request using the cm chat function, I will decline, regardless of who you are. If you send me a cmail requesting that I IM you on your yahoo account, I will not do so. I don't have a yahoo account. And I don't like instant messaging with strangers.
Instant messaging is something I do with my friends. People who know me and my conversational style. For me, it is a way to communicate with people I already know, not a good way to get to know someone.
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Dear guys from Europe:
I'm inclined to believe you are all scammers and/or bots. Seriously, people. I live in KCMO- a metropolitan area of over one million people that might as well be on the moon from your perspective.
I'm not interested in sexy-time email relationship. And I'd think you were nuts to pursue a woman halfway across the world. So... if you have something interesting to say and want to correspond as friends, feel free. But the first line of your cmail should be the response to the following line:
Open the pod bay door, Hal.
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Perspective check: someone on a bdsm forum just asked what "MILF" stands for.
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After reading the forums for a month and getting a better sense of the place, I should probably change the first sentence of my profile. But I'm not sure what to change it to.
I think I got "switch" right the first time. I'm not sure if I should drop "seeking sub men." Most of the subs I've spoken with seem to be looking for a lot more than I'm willing to offer at this time. I think I'll keep it for now.
For the benefit of Dominants who actually read journal entries, I am not a pain slut, slave or interested in TPE 24/7. Certainly not the TPE part.
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Chat kind of creeps me out. All chat requests will be declined, regardless of who you are.
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From reading the forums, I realize I need to include more personal information about myself or risk coming across as a big ol whore. I'm not sure why I feel reticent about sharing such information. Perhaps because I feel sufficiently exposed expressing my sexual inclinations to the internet. But that's not enough to get the job done, is it?
I am introverted, but not shy. I like to read. A lot. Fiction (from classics to modern crime procedurals- no chick lit) and non-fiction (politics, history, etc.). I am a liberal and a feminist. I've never taken a women's studies course, but I strongly believe in respecting the fundamental dignity and autonomy of all human beings.
I live modestly and am not particularly materialistic. I stand fairly accused of being somewhat of an under-achiever career wise, and that's something I'm working on. In general, I have a lot of work to do towards fulfilling my "potential," but I still manage to be a decent and kind person. :)
In terms of a partner... well, that's part of what I'm figuring out. I can't relate to all the M/s lingo and certainly haven't internalized the idea of literally possessing or being possessed by another human being as many around these parts seem to have done. It's possible that I am just kinky in the bedroom (or the parking lot, or the park, or...but I digress), but I think it's more an issue of trust.
I offer friendship, wise counsel, and tireless support.
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I am quite agitated that gmail will not allow me to access my account at the moment.
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I'm off to watch the Chiefs game and get in touch with my masochistic side.
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My current master is the OED. I don't expect perfection and make plenty of mistakes myself. But, please... I'm not going to submit to a man who hasn't mastered basic spelling.
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I never thought of a massage as bdsm, but consistent with my desire to make a man moan and groan, why, yes, I do like giving a massage.
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