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I really need to edit this. Time passes, we evolve, we grow. The following remains true, but theres room for additional scenarios.
Ive never had more than one romantic interest at a time. Although Im not opposed to it, its never been a goal. Most of my friends are women. I just feel a lot more relaxed around them. And some of my close chick friends are kind of on the trampy side, god bless em. You get where this is going.
Now for the part that didnt make it onto okc
Im looking for a few things.
Id like to find a girl for age play, i.e. dirty daddy daughter stuff. Itd be great if youre of college age or a new professional. Youd have me over occasionally for dinner or Id take you out. Eventually wed get into thediscussionabout how your just not doing as well as you should. Aaaand wed go from there.
If you have a bi streak, all the better. . . . . So having mom join in is a possibility.
Additionally (ya, Im being a bit greedy. But if you dont ask . . . ) If your into humiliation, objectification, bondage, public play, puppy play, public puppy play, are a bit of a pain slut, or any combination, we should get a cup of coffee and chat.
So back to the okc part
So Im looking for friends closer to if not in SF. (Although a few friends to get coffee with in Davis in the interim would be great too.) I tend to let my friendships develop organically. (God, when did I become such a fucking hippy?) Coffee and kvetching is always a nice start.
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ART undressed at California Modern
Hi.
So I've made the move to the Bay Area. I'm expecting the getting settled part to take a while. But I'm getting to work on it immediately. This coming weekend I'm planning to go to ART undressed at California Modern on Market. This is where you, dear reader, come in. The few people I know here who would be interested in such a thing are unavailable. And although I'm fine going alone, I'd prefer to have someone on my arm for the evening or perhaps be in the company of a few new friends. If you are attending, or would like to, please let me know.
Thanks
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A Rant about Topping, Titles, and Gay French Rock Stars.
Okay, so I just updated my profile and I find a lot of the questions are a bit rigid.
I'm listed as a Dominant. I probably lean a bit toward being a Top. Being a great Dom (I hate doing anything poorly) is a lot of work. And even a good Dom is rarely an exceptional lover. Given a choice, I'd rather be an exceptional lover. So sure, I like to do a bit of tossing, a bit of biting, I occasionally have a filthy mouth, and a good piece of rope is never a waste. But what's more important to me is that who I'm with is having as good a time as I am. If the bad girl needs a spanking, or loves being told what to do, I'm all over it. But if that's not your thing, I'm not interested either.
I've seen a few people here sending some bad juju toward Switches; nothing too overt, just kind of a vibe. I'm secure enough with myself that I'm fine giving up some of the decision making once in a while if that's the mood your in. If you want me to don a petticoat and call you daddy once in a blue moon, wheres the harm? The novelty will be fun. (Just don't expect me to do it too often.)
Doms generally don't like me. A Sub once came over and told me "Master (whoever) told me to come tell you we are not permitted to talk". To which I replied "Go tell the pussy that if he has something to say to me, he can come say it himself".
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Now that we've lost those who couldn't deal with my triple dog dare breach in BDSM etiquette, I'll continue.
And about Master Whoever, I hate most of these titles. "Mistress" has sort of a lovely charm to it. "Domme" and "Miss" strike me as somewhat neutral. "Lady (Something(this one sounds pretty silly alone)) can be pulled off by some but not my others. A Domme I've met once or twice, Lady T, carries it off quite nicely. It has a poetic ring to it and she's playfully charming. Master This, Lord That, Sir Whatever just sounds ridiculous. And the more of them they string together, Sir Lord Master Dark Desire, the more I figure they still haven't gotten past being beaten up daily on the playground.
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I'm certain I just lost the last few straggling Doms. Did I mention they generally don't like me?
Despite this rant, I like hanging out within the BDSM community. I meet far more interesting and/or like minded individuals within it then out among the unwashed masses. But all of the rules sometimes make me crazy (As does the generally poor sense of color. More on that later). I understand that there needs to be a certain amount of protocol to keep everyone safe. The negotiated scenes, the safe words, adequate after care, these things are extremely important. (In case you're wondering, my safe word is "Owe, knock it off!) But the melodramatic pomp, is it really necessary? Why does someone who's been in the community for twelve years "outrank" me because I've only been tying people up for ten years? Can't we just leave that crap on the SCA field, at the Ren Fair, and on the D&D table?
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Wow, I feel like Sylvester Stallone in Rambo II. Me and my friends tried to keep a body count until Sly started taking them out by the platoon. I think I just offended everyone in a Utilikilt or peasant skirt.
Black, Purple, and Red; there are a lot more colors in the world than these. How about some green? In the right context ecru can be quite lovely. You'd be surprised how popular you can be at a goth club in a cream and brown polka dotted cowboy shirt. (Goth girls love "cute") For as edgy and non-conformist as we're supposed to be, why do we have such an oppressively strict dress code? Okay, I'll admit, I have two pairs of black leather pants. And yes, I secretly dream of being a Gay French Rock Star. But I don't wear 'em with a black shirt, or a red shirt, or a purple shirt.
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Now that I've lost my own direction along with everyone who's ever owned a Robert Smith poster, I think I'll close this. I was going to go on about the superior virtues of good old fashioned manners over the pretentiousness of BDSM etiquette, but perhaps I'll save it for another day.
I'm going to head off to the dungeon now. After all, it's Friday night. Where'd I put those black boots?
Peace Out
Lord Grand Master Daddy P
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