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DominantSadistEducatorMentorDaddy. I have over 22 years experience in this wonderful lifestyle. I embrace all offers of friendship. I have been absent for a decade. Yes, that long. I offer mentoring and counsel. Email me. I respect that.
5/22/2014 3:31:34 PM

I need a pen pal!!

4/27/2012 4:31:25 AM

My slave and I are looking for a housemouse/nanny.  We are expecting our baby in Nov. We would like to meet someone that is compatible with us.  We are NOT looking for someone to breed.  There is a local community college just a couple miles down the road from us if you would like to advance your education.  If you should have any questions just email me and we'll talk!!

1/23/2009 10:17:59 PM
These glorious insults are from an era when cleverness with words was still valued, before a great portion of the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words.

The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor: She said,

'If you were my husband I'd give you poison,'

and he said, 'If you were my wife, I'd drink it.'

'He had delusions of adequacy.' - Walter Kerr

'He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.' - Winston Churchill

'A modest little person, with much to be modest about.' - Winston Churchill

'I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.'   Clarence Darrow

'He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.' - William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).

'Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?'  - Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)

'Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it.' - Moses Hadas

'He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know.'Abraham Lincoln

'I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of  it.' - Mark Twain

'He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.' - Oscar Wilde

'I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend.... if you have one.' - George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill

'Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is one.' - Winston Churchill, in response.

'I feel so miserable without you; it's almost like having you here.' - Stephen Bishop

'He is a self-made man and worships his creator.' - John Bright

'I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial.' - Irvin S. Cobb

'He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others.' - Samuel Johnson

'He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.' - Paul Keating

'There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure.' Jack E. Leonard

'He has the attention span of a lightning bolt.' - Robert Redford

'They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.' - Thomas Brackett Reed

'He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.' - Forrest Tucker

'Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?' - Mark Twain

'His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.' - Mae West

'Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.' -  Oscar Wilde

'He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts... for support rather than illumination.' - Andrew Lang (1844-1912)

'He has Van Gogh's ear for music.' - Billy Wilder

'I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.' - Groucho Marx

Winston Churchill to Lady Astor: 'Madam, you're UGLY!'

She replied: 'Sir, you're DRUNK!'

'Madam, that may be true,' said Winston, 'but tomorrow, I'll be SOBER!'

12/17/2008 12:50:00 AM

okay ladies, time for another one of my not so famous polls.  Feel free to email me your thoughts.  I might email you back to say thanks for the input. however I PROMISE I won't harrass you. what’s love??

What is love?  We can't see it, can't taste it, it makes no sound nor doesn't smell.  We can't feel it, yet it seems to touch us all at some point and time.  People pursue it harder than gold. If it were something tangable, Wal-Mart could sell it cheaper than anyone else.  People weep and cry if they lose it and are full of joy and live longer when they have it.  Most at one point and time have made a fool of themselves over it. Some use it as a tool to have power over another.  Some would go to the ends of the earth to show they have it for another. 

Biologically, love is nothing more than the brains biochemical response to specific stimuli reinforced by constant repeitition.  You love your parents because you were told to love them since before you could formulate words and walk. (your dog also "sits" because you taught it to him as a puppy.)  One could fairly accurately argue that the need to love someone is an evolutionary kickback from the primal mating process.  It isn't to love someone as much as it is to have a mate in ones life.  It is the natural order in nature to run in a pack, even if it is a pack of two.

What say you? Is love a friend or foe? Does it bring you joy or woe?  How do YOU know that love is more than a biochemical response?

3/21/2006 2:20:48 PM
one of my poems.
The Calling,

her heart beats blood instead of passion,
she endures her days wanting to serve but lacking the nerve,
it isn't "normal" the need that touches her core,
she stands in a circle of love by her family----- but feels alone.
to serve-- to give-- all that she is-- his thoughts would be her goals,
to completely surrender, her heart, her love, her body-- all for him,
to kneel at his feet, eyes lowered, back straight, the longing to feel
His hands upon her makes her body shake,
tears in her eyes, where is He?, the One that is her reason for life,
from the shadows comes a voice!, "I know your heart, My is the same, I
have longed for a loving heart that I could claim." with tears dripping
from her chin, He releaves her pain,
BlondDiamond
 
 Age: 25
 Westport, Connecticut