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Note: The leash I hold has an eager tugging at the end of it, thanks to the miraculous discovery of goodpuddles. I'm still perfectly happy to meet new people (as friends and limited play partners for some specific scenes and such), but I just want it known that the very little free time I have is primarily reserved for the love, care, enjoyment and training of her. Friends and cohorts always welcome, though.

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Being as there is a substantial amount of blowhardy long-windedness in this intro (and realizing that anyone on CM even resembling what is commonly classified as a woman has received approximatly 20,000,000 e-mails, chat requests, and various magical mind control incantations) I'm going to provide a brief summation up front before the extensive (and in no way comprehensive) schpeel below (this would be the common, businesslike-to-the-point-of-nearly-being-standoffish section):

1) While LT I am disposed towards Ownership situations and 24/7/365 (and potentially TPE, although I'm not all-or-nothing in that respect), I am not seeking a potential slave at this time (and will not be for, best guess, two years, i.e. 2010). Out of respect for those seeking such a situation I feel it necessary to state that up front--if that is what you are seeking good luck and go elsewhere. More to the point, silly girls (which you may or may not be; if not this isn't directed at you) being silly girls--if your heart is set upon finding an Owner but you're having some trouble with that and you're tired of walking around with your leash bouncing against your thigh and thus are looking for something in the meantime, are willing to settle for a few degrees less than what you need, etc-etc...go elsewhere. I will not accept wide eyes with secret dreams. If you are merely looking for fun play while seeking a permanent Master (or none at all, and that might actually be My preference; I very entanglement-averse at the moment) fine, but do not think you can plot yourself a place in My life, machiavellian missy. That's not the way it goes and that's not what I'm here for (nor is it fair to you yourself; never settle. If you think you might be settling, the eight ball says you are. If you're willing to acknowledge that in some way or another you don't fall into a mold that society generally approves of you might as well go the rest of the way and not settle in the manner society expects). Either way, good luck.

2) I have VERY little time at the moment and for the foreseeable future--at best all I can promise is play and maintenance training of the slightest form; perhaps a bit beyond that but I believe in only speaking of what I know I can provide. If you're looking for something truly comprehensive (which again, I am disposed to provide but will not be regularly able to for the forseeable future; also I'll note that I'm absolutely not looking for anyone who might think, at ANY point, "well gee, I guess i guess i can just wait around until He's more available...") I won't be giving you that right now. (If you think comprehensive Domination is simply telling you what to wear and eat each day, etc., that may be possible to an extent; I suppose it depends what your baseline and perspective is).

3) So I am seeking a sub who can manage (or mismanage, either way is in most cases fine and your busienss) on her own but is seeking play. In my area (i.e., within 100 miles--and preferably 50) and with perhaps 1-2 get-toghethers per week. I have a fondness for painsluts but I'm open to anyone (even women who technically ID as Domme's but have occassional sub tendencies). In the interest in stating what is generally taken for granted, I am looking for actual intercourse in with all the nuggety goodness; while previously I have enjoyed doling out what is deserved without that being requisite, frankly I have a huge sex drive and find myself suddenly outside of My old stomping grounds and without a lass on My leash: To wit, I'm on the verge of exploding (and then My balls will create a black hole which will devour the universe-- again. Or they will expand and expand and then contract and it'll all begin again, universe without end. This is a tangent. Yes, I speak parenthetically in person.) It's a bit odd for Me to have actual sex be such a focus (due to sheerly physical dictates)--I love the flesh but it's the mind and the planning (BDSM=chess with a human[-ish] pawn?) that gets Me going more than anything else. Sex doesn't automatically enter into the package for Me. With the right person I can still forego it--I'm just noting that I've got some traditional lust going.

So I'm basically looking for fun and friendship--absolutely DO e-mail Me if you're an intelligent, thoughtful person, regardless of where you are, especially if you're interested politics, psychology, and good golly, if you're a current or recovering Heidegger addict, contact Me and so we can discuss exactly how Heideggerian philosophy is sadistic as hell. I'm a 28 year old do-gooder by day, Master Baiter (of others; anyone out there enjoy unfortunate wordplay? No, nobody? painful games of scrabble, anyone?) by night (or day as well, as there's no Batman-rule there...).

During lunar eclipses I become something else entirely.

Now: Blowhardy long-windedness (part I of an XXXVIV part series, see your local listings)

I like spunky slaves/subs who like spunk (ok, that's My groan-worthy quip quota right there; no apologies, couldn't be helped; CM actually has a groan-worthy line quota that every male Dom must fill). I also appreciate moxy, intelligence, a good sense of humor and the ability to approach the lifestyle (and life in general) with both reverent solemnity AND a big sense of humor--the only sacred cows are in India. Some people don't like these comparisons (what, D/s is the result of basic human needs held open to the light, yet it can't be said that other things are as well?) but I believe it's absolutely true that D/s shares many qualities with religion(/spirituality/similar beliefs and belief systems) and politics, etc.--and as any (once or current) member of a faith (be it BDSM, weekend-ravaging worships--not the fun kind--or the really quite masochistic and servile dedication to a party or system that is apparently bent upon breaking you; I just don't know if I'll survive the primaries...) knows, you need to have a sense of humor about things. Which doesn't mean you think it's a joke, just that you realize the beauty of what drives you can also be downright silly at times. Most basic needs are, from a certain perspective.

I have a big thing for mental obedience and a degree of personality, or at least behavioral mod (gets to be the same at a certain point, chicken and egg). I'm both a progressive (a bit wary of that label because some of my political/social views fall outside of the vague nomenclature for the political belief spectrum, but it fits well enough for shorhand purposes; active in environmental campaigns and such "yes ok I'm secretly a hippy" causes) AND a believer in (or at least admirer of) of the 1950's lifestyle (although not necessarily with a male over female balance of power; as much as I would enjoy believing in automatic and universal male superiority that's just a bit too easy to buy into with qualifications). It's a complex thing and I don't make broad generalities--generalities are great for abstract concepts but horrible for describing the way people actually are and live. I don't believe in the superiority of all men; hell, there are plenty of slave/sub guys out there, not to mention a lot of idiots who hit the mental age of 11 and decided that'll do just fine. There are plenty of Domme Women and that's fine; beyond that there's plenty of girls who are of uniquely capable and of sturdy disposition; there's no intelligence or competence distinction. I feel that superiority/inferiority between the sexes is a modern conception that's a bit besides the point--it's silly that we have to argue about universal rules and what the predominant social norm OUGHT to be. Basically I just think it's silly to deny instinct that has developed through eons of evolution simply because of the PC dictates of the modern day (I'm not a raging anti-PC guy--except in this area, where it so permeates communication between the sexes that it goes unnoticed much of the time; any submissive feminist in a college program that involves a dissection of power relations across the board will know what I'm talking about). There's a lot of misrepresentation of the findings from evolutionary biology, but I do think (and I don't base this upon any sort of documentation; call it a hypothesis) that there was a definite breeding preference years and years ago, and I don't think that breeding patterns of long ago preferred dominant female genes, overall. I think the men that have screwed up much of our history (as a world and as nation) screwed up in being so steadfast against granting women equal legal rights; women deserve equal legal rights. Unfortunately the buffoons had little foresight and eyes for history--if they had they would have realized that when you oppose something you create a movement which will go on to develop an underlying philosophy and, eventually, that philosophy will (after everyone acknowledges that the old white men acted buffoonishly) become orthodoxy...and then natural inclinations and social (vs. political) and most importantly personal power dynamics are altered. Fools swing the pendulum back and forth, and people who simply want to do what comes natural get knocked about in middle. I seem to have gotten a bit off track there...you can judge by My focus on the texture of My view of it just how into the 50's-spectrum I am. Back to the point and in sum:

I like a girl who both knows her place (who really knows her place, rather than merely getting off on acting as if she does; and who knows what that means to her) and wants it, and realizes that sometimes she may have to be consentingly coerced into accepting it (people do in general seem to periodically have a hard time accepting what they want and believe in, don't they?); and enjoys the process, of course. I suppose I'm speaking as I would if I were looking for something beyond the low-lying fruit I'm after right now, as I've said, but it's good to note one's greater tendencies, even when looking for something more limited. Prevents surprises.

In no particular order I love puppy play, breath play (see below, "evolving trust as turn on"), humiliation (although I'm not sure that's always the right term; but I suppose a lot of terminology is messy and eventually relies upon a "you know what I mean" approach), discreet public play (i.e. enough that nearby tables in the restaurant get a hint of something going on, but not so much that My dinner comes to a sudden conclusion or that anyone is scandalized; basically, unless you count as "public" places and events in which everyone is kink-friendly and not at all surprised [read: I think Folsom etc etc are possibly venues for exhibitionism, but never public play by my definition] I only really enjoy it if there's a degree of interpretation and ambiguity from the perspective of most possible observers)...oh, just look at my checklist. It's pretty much the usual gamut, with no real niche fixations (except that I cannot experience pleasure unless you dress as a 14th century tranny samurai and try to fend Me off with your sword; is that a niche?).

I'll just cover the limits and qualify in a couple of areas:

Qualifications

1-Watersports: I'm actually not a huge fan of watersports, it's not one big pee-party for Me; not a sprinkler, don't wet down the slip-n-slide (anyone remember the slip-n-slide?). I think it's often a useful boundary breaker, mainly, one of those "I can't believe I really want this" things; besides that (this is assuming a sub isn't already disposed to watersports; if one is, it's a different story; I'm fine with more, although actually it's potentially less enjoyable for Me, but I'm nice and do drink a lot of water, so) it's useful as a spot inspection (i.e. testing for hesitation). So I'm not the ultimate pee-freak, it's not a necessary thing; and since I'm just looking for casual play at most I certainly don't need it, and if it's a hard limit that's fine. I know it's a thing for some people (certainly used to be for me, and that's even with a one-way stream, for the record). In a scenario in which what a sub believes to be piss was in fact filtered water and dye, that's just as good from My perspective.

Hard Limits: Everything expressly illegal (erotic jaywalking is fine, ssshhhhh!), scat, children (it's annoying that we always have to say that, isn't it? As if when there's any proximity to kink it isn't just as taken for granted. Who would feel the need to point out on a first date "just so you know, I don't do kids?" There's probably a smaller percentage of pedo's in The Life than society at large, yet we always have to go out of the way to mention that, blargh...).

I like things clear from the get-go--in all areas of life I'm infuriated by the vile "I thought you knew..." and clarifications that contradict original declarations (again: BDSM, religion, and politics). I'm not a huge fan of contracts so much as clear communication as to expectations and regular even-ground check-in's. I also believe that expectations are made to be broken and a sub must have at least one boundary broken through (be it mental, physical, emotional) which she had taken for granted as rock-solid. Conscious trust (and conscious trust moving to instinctual trust) is a huge turn on for Me, even more than well-trained acceptance. I realize that trust is something which develops over time--if it exists from the start that's wonderful, but I realize that (esp. considering the preponderance of little-d[both uncapitalized and perhaps otherwise and elsewhere's]) dom's around (who as far as I can tell from anecdotal data are generally motivated by some strange insecurity or the simple desire for an infinite supply of BJ's, which is a fine thing to wish for but doesn't justify screwing with people and thereby the functioning of an entire community [I'm not a big fan of the whole "united in kink ra-ra-ra" perspective, but at least think we can unite around the desire to be able to find each other without the equivelant of spam; not a criticism of CM in the least, by the way, but rather of, well, idiots]--just have a couple of ribs removed for chrissakes) trust can take time.

For the record, I'm not usually this verbose and no, lecturing isn't my big thing (but based on this profile YES, that would have been a reasonable assumption).

P.P.S.: For the record, that photo does not depict My "scary" face. That's My "I have no intention of smiling for your incessant chronicling of these moments, oh look, there went another one while you took that photo, hey where is the FOOD good god almighty I am going to eat your nose if I'm not fed NOW" face.

8/31/2008 1:14:43 AM
Maybe control freaks who don't (and never will) feel they have enough control (being as quantum quirks, let alone people, seem to flash in and out of existence at random, and even when they can be said to exist their location and velocity can never both be had at the same time, making tracking and prediction rather difficult; and so on with nonsense that doesn't say much about the experience and the sense but has a touch of the flavor) just aren't built for relationships. Another hindrance (possibly from the same place) might be the ever-present narrative voice, observing and commenting in time (and all too often before, sometimes foreshadowing what is unlikely to occur) with the action; but not just a narrator but a somewhat anxious and unsure writer calculating possible courses at every turn, rather than allowing for immersion in a storyline and leaving it at that. There's pessimism and then there's procrastination and then there's perfectionism, and they frequently braid together and noose right around the neck of the guilty (or soon to be, or even in innocence so, a tip of the wince to Adam) party. You cherish too much and care too much and you do things that seem perfectly silly in retrospect. You'd think that with enough practice retrospect would catch up with you but that doesn't seem to be the case.

But that's all a bit too high-minded, isn't it? Perhaps it works as origin but knowing the tiger cub was born in Kenya doesn't help you catch the loose beast in central park.

I think it's difficult to be for oneself and for anyone else at the same time, and I think that's a beautiful thing. And (to relate to to current settings and preoccupations just a tad) I think that's the beautiful thing (and also perhaps the comforting thing) about D/s, the awareness of the flux between self and other and combined forces (and oh how glorious to become captain planet together, sans mullet).
I suppose I suppose something--that when you find the rest of your life you better be ready for it. And I suppose I think if you're not you better play catch up. The whole idea of improving one's own circumstance and character (not that that ever really moves much; I think one can be at one's best here and worst there and rise and fall based mostly on disgustingly practical things, which even in our pop pysch new age it seems people don't want to admit, we need to think that souls or no our inherent goodness will assure our promised inheritance from fate, when in fact simply not getting a good nights sleep for a couple weeks because the neighbors mutt is in heat can screw the pooch for the sleeping man even if the bitch never gets any) with someone at one's side never seems realistic to me. There's a sensitivity there, at least, I know that. Again I could go back to narrative, one's self vs. narrative self, the need to control the story, have everything just so. I've spent a good 4 hours on a small biography for a relative just passed. It's a disturbing thing, the culling, the tweaking, trying to capture a person in the dull datum of a life. He wrote the obituary that I complained about, that I thought was insultingly stale and missing the obvious gist let alone the punctum...he wrote it himself. That bothers me. Moreso with the bullet point summary of his life at the age of 68. Natural sure and probably wouldn't bother me at all except for the missing character to say oh, it's just hard to toot your own horn. We forget the terrified in terrific too much, or at least that's the usual reflexive refrain--carpe diem, court life while the dance is still on. As with the Awesome, the fear that used to drip off the tail of the world, biblically so; even if you don't have a God no more and never thought that which you thought was that isn't (except for a void and an envy of people you can't stand) you can find life so beautiful it strikes you like a deer in the catskills, lights and plenty of time to move but oh the sheer beauty of it, never seen light like that, oh the imminence, the stretching out of the moments, the vibrant return of memory that might beat all future experience to a pulp, rind and all...it's like a stutter, perfectionism. When you can imagine things too perfect you're likely to spend a great deal of time trying to garner more time to insure that they turn out perfect. you're better off asking the dentist to make your teeth slightly tilted so you don't spend so much time worrying over their perfect shine, just close your mouth and smile.

I suppose that's a bit (ok a lot) too wordy, too. I suppose I'm after more time to write the story, make it better; but there I'm assuming a certain facility that I've decided to assume because I've spent years taking it casual and can't fucking stand it another day. A lot of it's me, before her yes and probably through her and maybe, to my detriment, beyond her; I want something a bit beyond the pale. Which she is, she absolutely is (although she burns so easily) but it's just so much not about her right now, which is disgusting to me. I am slow. I am the worst divider of attention in the world. When I am intent on anything I am going to miss everything; and I don't so much mind that trait as mind not having the means to allow it to work for me. I suppose I'm looking at the next 70 years and I'd prefer to seem like someone almost insultingly unsatisfied by the kind of life that can be really grand (and it's all the same really; there's just how many years you an afford and how many hours you can afford to retrieve before your hours are up, and how much you can make your mind your own)...I think too much fiction demonizes the life most people are going to live whether they like it or not, so they might as well like it. You can let people not think about their lives in comparison to a possibility outside of reach, you can do that even while impassioning them to take action to improve their lot, blah blah blah...yes that sounds like I'm blaming books for being a bit of a selfish prick. Of course maybe it's only people who have been hermetically focused on altruistism (which itself can be selfish, besides causing the fore-mentioned loneliness) who can be truly selfish, because they say "I must be selfish for this time" or just become so disillussioned that they turn into hedonists in the ugly way, the way Paris Hilton could never mange to be.

So much of life is mindset and roles, and that's not a bad thing. A father should feel subsumed by his responsibility, and all life is a birthing of some sort or another. People hated Sartre because he was damn straight right.

Also, I assume I'm not simply a cad. Plenty of cads engage in mental gymnastics intended to convince themselves they're not simply cads.

I love her, that I know. I want to be with her, that I know. But what else? There's more, that's for sure. What else do I want, and what do I need (and thirdly, what else do I need to want, or want to think I need, need to think I need)? There's more crust behind what here sound like empty ponderings. I have regrets from the past, though when I think of it they're not the regrets that I now worry I'll have with her. There was a time that I was madly in love--I would say not as much as I am with her, but what does that mean? I was in love with someone else and the ineffable aura of that love was different, I'll leave it at that. And I felt un (if not mal) formed, unready, untested, unsure, and thus unworthy, I suppose, though I didn't phrase it in terms about myself (this is the secret strength of the committed altruist, the ability to make every stroke about oneself a swim in another's tide)...I said, it's wrong to have her, pull away, if you were better, yes when you're better, more satisfied, at your best more of the time, then you'll deserve her. And so I ended things and hurt and ached and probably felt very good about myself for being such a sensitive wuss, for being an ass enough to do right by her by not being with her until I was ready, happy, satisfied. But I will never be satisfied, and that gives me great pause. How angry and burdened can you be before you turn into a complete and unbearable ass? Luckily you usually adjust, learn to enjoy the beach on Sunday's rather than thinking about the need to save the beach and the need to chronicle the beach and the need to show others the world over the beach and very kinetically checking to make sure all the grains of sand are right where you ought to be. Eventually most arseholes benefit from a slowing of metabolism and a dwindling of possibilities, most really are the better for it. I've already seen that in myself. I suppose I made the mistake years ago of giving primacy to someone I never was nor could hope to be, and that's just a bum's deal, giving yourself someone to answer to who can never approve until you're on par with them.

So a lot of verbal wankery, no hard answers. I am not moving fast enough and I can't stand it, that's one thing. I feel strangely slowed by the intense fear that if I do not move fast enough I will not move fast enough to keep her. I feel a bit like when you tell yourself not to say something and you say it, or when you suddenly fear you're about to throw your car into park on the freeway after thinking about how horribly that'd be. A stutter and some tourrette's on the side perhaps, we all suffer from these somewhere within.

I suppose I assume that love is not enough. I should have read romance novels instead.
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