Do you hear music?
Lurid echoes in hidden rooms?
Curtains hung like the shroud of dusk?
Doors locked and barred from social law?
Then may you be, in the garden of dreams.
And there might you see Oneiros with a flute.
Lord of dreams, who hosts Dionysus but rarely.
In these visions of dark magnificent pleasures.
Given to us by two god’s strange affections.
You may see pleasure and pain so mixed.
Oddly potent in it’s absorbing flavor.
For one, I say, this music’s beauty.
Fills my breast, and lower yet.
Other parts for lovers use.
Do you hear music?
Lurid echoes into the garden?
In pairs, three’s, and the lonely one?
Come flouting god’s and men in laughter?
Then may you be, witness to enigmas feared.
The oldest game conceived, played in secrecy.
But in all moments present, only there on the edge.
Beware you that dances, in the garden of Oneiros.
Lest you be called in time, to wake from dreams.
That you find you’ve brought the music home.
For it does not die or fade to final silence.
No, it takes root, like creeping tendrils.
This desire confined not to sleep.
Til one is mad with need.
Do you hear music?
Lurid echoes on the wind?
In cipher for only those dreamers?
That you know it is for you and you alone?
Then may you be invited in, by a lonely dancer.
Who only smiles in knowing and speaks in riddles.
But you know him, one dream, when the moon was gone.
Who offered kisses, and played percussion on your skin.
You meet now, not alone in the plain waking world.
For wandering children, on a sphere too meek.
We write songs in bliss and in anguish.
We seek no truth beyond what may.
What may become, in the garden.
Do you hear music?
Call me Le. In regards to me online ID.
I am here to talk about fantasies.
In other words…lies that require something more, to be truths.
First, who am I?
Well, if we’re going by the reality of the waking world.
I’m a young man, living in Los Angeles. I work for a family run business, and it fulfills my needs. My interest is on the creative spectrum, writing music, scripts, short stories. Just another one of the helpless wretches who find themselves pulled into this city. Though I have other talents, these are my passions.
I work frequently but my evenings are generally always free. My living space is also my workspace, something unfortunate but necessary. I’m bisexual…or perhaps the more accurate term would be omni sexual. I can be attracted to men, women, or someone in-between and without appropriate definition. Attraction for me is based on a personal frame of aesthetics. If someone should interest me, that is something beyond their gender, age, or race. That said, beauty and attraction is a subjective thing, and if I do decline an offer or refuse a proposal, that is my choice and I don’t expect to be criticized for it.
The things underneath the surface?
I’m a Pisces, I do happen to have a loose belief in the practice of astrology but don’t steer my life by the stars. A man steers his own ship, and makes his own fate, and if the cosmos does have anything to do with it, it’s only the way the wind blows the sail.
I like good food, beautiful music, alcohol, and an engaging piece of storytelling. On the surface I’m quiet, humble, polite, and a little silly. It’s useful to put people at ease. Beneath it, I can be a devious wicked creature. Prone to dark jokes, cynical humor, eroticism, and getting rough when necessary.
As a dominant my focus is on my submissive. I will not be either just another tool for your own indulgence, nor will I take and use you indiscriminate to your own wants or desires. For me the role of master is a special responsibility with the same weight to it as submission. I can understand the importance for this, as I have myself submitted to several individuals, and know the delicacy of the dream that is so easy to pop.
I will not tolerate disrespect. This is not an unreasonable expectation, and I am not unfair.
I encourage those who communicate with me, to do so naturally and comfortably. As if you were speaking to someone you’ve just met in a social get together. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. I don’t bring with me any expectations, or commands, save for respect.
You will not demand things from me.
I am not your master, and if I were I would not take kindly to that impudence. Please by all means, tell me things you enjoy, things you like, things you want to try. But do it politely, and after we’ve exchanged introductions and gotten to know one another. Do not introduce yourself to me this way.
You will put effort into our conversation.
I understand a typo every now and then, I understand grammar errors, I understand non capitalization. Not everyone has time, not everyone makes it a priority to learn, and it’s not a required sign of intelligence. But I should be able to understand you. If you can’t form words properly, if you don’t take the time to write a proper sentence, we have a problem.
You will be honest, and totally clear with me.
Don’t lie to me. A submissive who can’t be honest with a potential dominant has already lost value. This includes omission. If there is an important piece of information that I may need to know, tell me. This is not to say that you must tell me everything I ask. If you are uncomfortable with a question, all you have to do is tell me. I will understand, and we’ll move on.
That I think is as much as I should need to cover for an introduction.
If you have any more questions you can message me and ask, I’ll be accommodating as can be. Au Revoir.
