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I live in SW New Hampshire, North of Leominster,
and work in SE Massachusetts, near Medfield where I have
an apartment. So I have two locations. I am usually in NH on weekends working on my house, during most weekdays I'm in MA.
I'm professional, fit, and enjoy life... If you are real and would enjoy friendship and possibly more then...and Ill be happy to send more photos upon request. I'm Single, out of a relationship for several years and probably not interested in a lifetime relationship at this time, but something other might be nice. I'm interested in very mild play, to the wicked (some might say heavy) and do not believe that either end of the continuum is "correct." What works for you works for me. I value a person who keeps herself fit and active and is not obese, and expect the same of myself. I am quite experienced and quite knowledgeable about safety, both physical and emotional. I am a gentleman (unless/until that in another way.... *grin*) I am always respectful.
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"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862), Journal, July 25,
1839
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A mountain of diamonds
Won't heal a broken heart.
Islandawana (South Africa) proverb |
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I read this and thought I'd share it. It is written by Pema Chodron, a Buddhist nun, from the book The Wisdom of No Escape. "...our true nature is not some ideal that we can live up to. It's who we are right now, and that's what we can make friends with and celebrate."
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"And there is another discussion for you.......how "two become one." You know what I am talking about, I am sure.......that passage in the bible about marriage...."and two shall become one." Metaphor for a larger picture? Lesson for a bigger process? Pan-applicable for a larger marriage? *Smiles* Let me know what you think dear readers. I am always interested in your thoughts. I am pensive tonight." Quoted from Naughtylass0909's blog on alt.
My answer to this: Two become one via truth--total truth, the truth even to say: 'I no longer feel one with you, and must go to find what I don't feel I have here. Then when that person comes back there was no transgression, merely truth. Then growth might once again flourish much as a rootbound plant does when transferred to a bigger pot.
Two become one by contract, by payment, I think. Scoff if you like, but I believe that every relationship has a cost. The price maybe adoration; respect; exploration; being allowed to be 'me;' even socio-economic factors or spiritual and physical factors, for how many relationships falter when one is highly sexual and the other becomes, over time, non-sexual? The important factors must be present; and each must constantly renew and redefine the contract which is a dynamic thing. If all these prices are met the couple can grow in love, real love. That initial lustful sort of love is most often is a hormonal soup based upon newness, and is unsustainable. Yet with time, exploration, acceptance, and giving, that sort of "two is one" becomes another, more durable, more spiritual thing that binds a couple in love. |
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With time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown.
(Chinese proverb)
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I sit here
a Sphinx
waiting an eternity
till winds and grains of sand
release me
so that I might fly to find you |
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Fragments of blue
Miles and miles of blue ice
A million trees—
Stop the tracing of a finger across your lips.
To seek the depth of your eyes—smell your hair
Run my tongue across the small of your back.
To feel the quivering—
Tears—crystallize, shatter to shards
Reforming, there in your soul
as gems—your treasure.
Take them out someday
To remember
My touch
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Something that I simply want to share:
"There can be a lot of hurt in love, and there is always risk, and one can't help wondering sometimes if there couldn't be a better way to live. Most of us have asked ourselves that question more than once. The trouble is that the pain in love is mixed with the joy and good, and there is no way to separate them out. You take them both or you get nothing at all. And one never really knows when you start up with someone whether you should open your arms to them or shut them firmly out.
Once they have been hurt by love, many people never trust again, never fully venture out in life with an open heart. And many of them hedge their bets ever after and feel that life's a cheat and a trap, until what they fear the most in time comes to pass.
Love is short, forgetting's long, and understanding takes longer still. And sometimes it is hard to know what someone has given us, or even what we have given them, until a long time after the event....maybe it's only important that we love and learn."
From: When Lovers are Friends by Merle Shain
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My mood tonight is Quartz Crystalline, hard, ambiguous, remarkably clear--borne in a soup of harshness and heat--quartz exists unknown. Take a slice though, even the tiniest slice, and attach two wires of gold, slimmer than the hair of a sea otter, and apply a current. The piece vibrates with constant unwavering certainty. Shall I slice off a piece of my being to see what it does?
I touched two lives today. One I saved, in a way, though not in a large way, and that person was lucky to have met me for I happened to know the right stuff--that was luck.
The other I could not save, and this has saddened me. Life should not be taken from those who have yet lived. Though I tried, I could not help, and then there is only reduction of suffering. The end of life though is not always such a negative thing, and this has lifted me. A favorite memory was the lifted spirit of a person on the razors' edge of life--to hear laughter at that place is nothing short of miraculous. To hear laughter then is a gift.
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Periodically one must, I think, turn to a period of introspection...a time to rethink, perhaps a rebirth. What is important, what is not....
Sexual encounters these days are not so important, I think. Intellectual encounters, tempered with compatibility goes so much farther....
I wonder now, what direction to go in. Shall I learn (as I once did many years ago) how to use a whip...nah. That is for doms who are into show (and I don't mean to demean them, there is a place for everyhting) I'm into connection, that sublime connection, the interweaving of the soul.... the mind, and the body.
Relationships, need to be purchased, paid for in coin, though the coin is defined by the parties in it.... each party needs only what it needs.
I think that most relationhsips fail because the "terms" change and yet the parties involved never re-write the terms. A submissive's needs are paramonut, as is the dom's... but how many can truly open their heart, and face the vulnerability that it brings?
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Too soft a name for a male dominant? I don't think so... As Neruda wrote "The night wind revolves in the sky and sings..."
It's only Spring, Summer or Autumn, and perhaps rarely in the cold near still of the winter does the night wind whisper.
Whispers are magic, especially in a relationship where her dominant's words lead and hold her aloft...
I like so many think of that one and only...best friend, confidante, partner, and I still, even at my age think of her as a mother... Perhaps it is too late, perhaps not.... Is that the ultimate submission--the ultimate bond?
I doubt that many dominants enter a check in the "will relocate" box, yet I have. My profession works anywhere, even in many other countries. Though I'd prefer a home in the country, or at least not too far from it...
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| Age: 21 |
| Dallas,
Texas |
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