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3/18/2010 3:12:07 AM
It has been awhile since I last made an entry in my journal.  I thought I had hit all the profile nails on the head, but it appears that new terms, expressions and rants constantly surface.  So let's get started.  I am not a shallow person.  I do not judge a person based on their external appearance except for possibly hygiene and over tattooing (reminds me of the novel "The Illustrated Man.").  The  latest craze in descriptions is the breakdown of some of the abbreviations we have come to see in profiles.  One that has caught my eye is BBW.  A recent profile I read had the author explaining that they were a BBW, not a bbw.  I immediately realized that the use of uppercase and lower case of this provided detail from the authors viewpoint as to their size or girth.  Well i thought that would pretty well cover the larger gals whose profiles appear on this site, but I have come to find out, that like McDonald's, there is one more size on the menu....SSBBW.  Yes, a super-size BBW.  So, like when ordering French Fries, be aware that one can chose between regular, medium, large and super-size.  And no, you don't get two game pieces if you super-size your order.  The second item is the tone of disrespect so many people list on their profiles.  This is being directed at possible future suitors.  Now, my parents taught me basic manners, you know,  the yes sir, no sir, yes ma'am and so on.  Also please and thank-you were stressed.  They pointed out that respect was do all until proven otherwise.  As a result, I have tried to live my life on that basis, treating all with respect, even subs/slaves.  Everyone has feelings, and positive nurturing will get more out of anyone than negatives being hurled.  Respect is more to me like being civil to others, regardless of station in life.  I will not argue that a great many folks on these sites are here just to aggravate others, especially newcomers who enter the BDSM world with visions of what they have read in literature or seen on film.  But as for me, I would rather have the civility and just basic respect as another person, than get hung up on titles, capital letters and such.  I have enjoyed the many years that
I have participated in the lifestyle, and rather than get overly serious, have tried to find the humorous side.  Sometimes my poking fun has hurt folks feelings, and for that I apologize...no direct offense was intended.  But then as the saying goes, if you throw a bucket of cold water into a pack of dogs, at least one is going to yelp.

1/22/2010 6:55:55 AM
What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That's what you get for all your trouble.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.

What do you get when you kiss a guy?
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia.
After you do, he'll never phone you.
I'll never fall in love again.
I'll never fall in love again.


The lyrics to this song are so appropriate when reading over some of the latest journal entries of Doms and subs.

1/20/2010 10:36:57 AM
I am a bit of a history buff.  As such, I have come across a common theme in many of the profiles that I have read that I believe has its origins dating back to the Revolutionary War.  That theme concerns the being walked on like a carpet or mat.  Back in the beginning of the War of Independence, our country had no main flag so to speak, so very often the states or even local militia created a flag for themselves.  One that was quite popular was the one with the words "Don't Tread On Me"  emblazoned across it.   Doing research, I found that the colonists were quite submissive to their Master, King James III.  But like today's submissives, they grew tired of being taken advantage of and finally threw down their shackles.  For too long their hard limits were constantly being pushed or even violated.  So in the end, they broke free and made it clear to England that they were no longer a piece of carpet for a distant king to rest his feet.  So next time someone comes along and declares you aren't being submissive because you don't wish to be tread upon, just cite our country's past history for justification.  As for me, I prefer a plush no-walk carpet to sink my tootsies into....

1/7/2010 11:58:49 AM
Yes its time again to play "BASH THAT PROFILE".  The contestants are in place with their fingers on their buzzers waiting to key in.  First category: Present....Cocks.   Yes, those expertly photographed pictures of flaccid, semi-flaccid, or even fully erectus penises...the love pole....the piston of love.  To be sure, those displaying these crotch rockets are probably showing two things: A) there best attribute, and B) where their brains are located.  Second category:  Bare breasts.  Big tits, little tits and tits in between.  Flash them on the net for all to see, but yet claim to be overly shy.  Me personally, I love a good breast...which is to say all breasts...just give up the "I am shy" routine.  Ok ok.....I will give you the benefit of the doubt....you were drunk, double dared and boy friend took pics to embarrass you.   Hey, I know....use the its not really me line.  Third category:  Why am I here?  To get e-mails stupid.  The resident players just love seeing that red "New Mail" lit every time they log onto this site...instant hard-on or dampness in the crotch.  Good or bad correspondence is better than being forgotten. NOW AT SOME POINT SOMEONE HAS TO KEY IN--SURELY YOU KNOW THE ANSWER.  Fourth category:  Likes/dislikes....all I will say about this is that I start humming MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This."  Fifth category:  The mental aspects.  Simply defined as the "I don't want to have to think for myself ever, ever again."  And the secret word for today is discreet.  Easily deciphered as "I'm Married."  Thank you to all the contestants who have participated, and as a reward, a home version of "Bash That Profile" will be sent to your listed home mailing address in a inconspicuous brown wrapper.

1/4/2010 2:20:56 PM
Well for those who enjoy reading my blogs, I am happy to give you a two for one special.  The subject matter of the two easily rolls from one to the other...so without further ado....Hurray for the electronic geeks and mathematics lovers.  January first of this year started the first of back to back binary years.  For the unenlightened, all information stored in electronics is in binary form...ones and zeros.  Like January 1st would have been 010110.  The next binary date would be the 10th, followed by the 11th.  So on and so forth. In electronics those binary numbers represent ons and offs.  Zero being off, one being on.  Which brings me to my second blog.  Binary logic also relates to something being false or true.  Right or wrong.  I have memories from my early years of development, having been of a conscious level since early childhood.  Back then, as I am today, I often saw and see things as only being in black and white.  Many  say it is seeing in binary with no gray or partial areas.   After all, in binary there is no partial areas...just on and off.  Which brings me to my point.  I have issues when I read other journal entries or listen to friends talk about past transgressions committed against them, many causing relationship break-ups.  Yet, these same people are out committing the same, without regard to the third party who is yet unawares of any goings-on.  This is a binary year...a year that can be made of true-false actions.  Allowing one's lusts and wrongful decisions that are built on others' discomfort have no place...they are in the gray areas, which in a binary world don't exist.  Bad personal compromises don't justify being false to oneself or others.  Be a 'One', not a 'Zero'.

12/20/2009 12:14:51 AM
I am sitting by candlelight late at night when an epiphany strikes me and I find myself rushing to my writer's garret gathering up quill, ink and paper to write my thoughts down.  It just struck me that after reading countless profiles for entertainment value only (lets face it, most are not real) that common  themes abound regardless of the geographical location of origin. 

I think too many people on this site attend the same profile writing class, or else a lot of cutting and pasting goes on with a little editing thrown in for good measure.  With this thought in mind, here is my composite profile.

I/i am looking for someone bright, intelligent and can carry-on a conversation even when giving/receiving a flogging.  I/i want M/my heart and mind won like in days of old, when  knights (yes I am one/am looking for one) did battle for M/my honor.  I/i don't want a switch.  Please make up Y/your mind which way the wind blows for Y/you before contacting M/me (I/i am very serious about this).  I/i love sex, but Y/you cannot refer to M/me as a slut, except in bedroom during heat of passion.  Any other time is considered a negative.  Unless Y/you have won M/my heart, never ask M/me to bend over.  I/i am not going to post a picture of M/me on this site, however if you want a reply to any e-mail sent M/me, you must include one.  This will allow M/me to decide if I/i should send you one of M/me based on Y/your looks (Yes I/i am shallow).  Don't ask M/me what I/i am wearing because it is none of Y/your business until that heart and mind thing is resolved (re-read earlier passage for explanation...no time to rehash).  I/i am not a carpet for Y/you to walk on, so mind Y/your p's and q's around M/me.  I/i am sassy and a bit of a smartass (definition--will challenge Y/you on a daily basis to determine if Y/you are worthy).  Don't expect M/me to share M/my im addy after just a few e-mails.  I/i need to know for sure Y/you are not a stalker (tired of changing suffix number on addy everytime I/i get stalked).  Besides it it so cool to see e-mail in red when this site comes up on M/my screen.  And one final thing...single line e-mails will not be answered.  I/i am worth at least an introductory paragraph, which may still not get answered.

M/my first journal entry on M/my new profile:

M/my Gawd, can people not read?  I/i thought I/i had spelled out what I/i was looking for in this lifestyle.  Instead of attracting civil responses, all I/i have done is gone swimming in shark infested waters.  Well rest assured, I/i can dish it out just as well as the next.  Disrespect will not be tolerated.  I/i will just simply block you. 

PS...Contact M/me, drop M/me a line (oops paragraph) if Y/you want to learn more.


12/9/2009 4:02:47 PM
Now in this entry, the guilt of the story can fall on both tops and bottoms.  To get started, a profile is written by a party, which sparks the interest of one or more other parties.  They in-turn have their profiles read and a common thread starts to emerge.

After an extended courtship via e-mails and im's the relationship blossoms to the use of the phone.  The first personal extension has been made beyond cold written word.  Additional pictures may have been exchanged, to further enhance this personalization.  After an acceptable time to both parties, an initial meet is agreed upon....the moment of truth....the dropping of the veil of secrecy.

The day gets closer, creating excitement in both camps.  Personal questions arise within themselves as to whether they will hit a home run or foul out.  The day arrives, with little sleep the night before.  Preparations are made so their best foot forward is show....negatives left at door.

Then it happens.  Yes, if one has been in lifestyle for more than a week, you know what I refer.  THE PHONE RINGS.

The excuses then start flowing....I'm sick, my kids are sick, my dogs sick, death in family, flat tire, in wreck, out of gas, called into work.  The are  more excuses out there than Carter has pills.  But you have to believe.  So you give the benefit of the doubt and accept that karma intervened.  So you tell other party, this sucks, but there will be other times for the two of you to meet.  A new time is selected.  Usually a week off.

Then the frantic e-mails end, the im's never light up and phone calls go to the answering service, never to be returned.

You just got played.

As an epilogue to this story, similar to those we used to see on TV at the end of Quinn Martin Productions, both parties swear that this behavior will never be done by them.  They believe in closure and would never, ever leave a party hanging concerning the health of the relationship.

12/4/2009 5:13:03 AM
I sit here at my desk in my lonely writer's garret reviewing the mental battlefield that took place and the carnage that ensued.  It all started on a bleak, rain-soaked day.  A female, who under the guise of a slave, had infiltrated my mental castle with all of the mental credentials needed to get past the guards at the gate.  She promptly made her way through the commons areas, and then slipped into the more private areas of the mental castle.  She collected data for others on the outside so that an easy breach of the walls could be attained.  It was time for her to leave.  She was on her way out of the castle, thanking all for the opportunity to have visited, when one of the guards noticed a subtle change in her personality.  When she had first entered the gate, she was quite humble, but on her move to exit, she had developed a haughty attitude, questioning her delays and even talking back to the guards.  This guard immediately rang me and reported his suspicions.  I went down to the gate.

I was presented to her, and found her to be quite the opposite of what the guard image had been.  The guard waved me over to the side and warned me to take care.  I took the time to ask her a few questions, and all of a sudden she just lost that humble exterior.  her facade as a slave dropped away and that of a belligerent top took its place.  What we had was a switch in slave clothing.

Needless to say, the alarms went off immediately, and the castle went into full lock down and defense mode.  My guards continued to remain composed as I did the opposite and dealt with her in rage.  I demanded to know who she was with and what the ultimate purpose of her visit was about.  She remained mum.

My guards removed her to the dungeon where she was stripped of her clothing and secured to the rack.  I followed and once the guards had finished with her, I proceeded to torture her physically. 

She was about to crack when someone knocked on my door and woke me up.                                                                                                                                          

11/21/2009 1:46:52 AM
The official requirements that I look for to enter someone into the PLAYERS CLUB.
1.   Make an entry on your profile that is unreadable due to colors you have chosen for background or print.
2.  Just turned 18-19 and want a continuation of the adult supervision that has kept you in food, clothing and housing up to this point in your life.  This includes college students...you don't have time to dedicate and at same time keep grades up.
3.  The great awakening that all of a sudden you realize you are a submissive/slave.  This personality trait(s) is inbred, usually doesn't take 40+ years to discover.
4.  What sport season or flavor of the month is it?  How can one develop a relationship with a high degree of trust in a few days or weeks?
5.  You make a log entry that might interest others, yet when you get covered with e-mails or chat requests concerning this entry, you get offended and irritable.  Why share it if you are going to get ugly or ignore requests to learn more.  Seems you just have a need to brag about self, to give oneself a degree of self-importance.
 

11/20/2009 5:21:06 PM
I sit here reminded of past experiences that often see an application in the D/s world.  This one I believe has application for both Doms and subs.

Years ago (wow that term seems strange, but gets more air time as I get older), I went fishing with a group of people....gender mixed.  Most of the folks at this gathering were experienced fishermen except this one gal who it appeared had never handled a rod and reel before.

First she needed help baiting her hook.  We of course were fishing for catfish, so chicken liver was the bait of the day.  This didn't set well with her at all, having to handle the smelling raw chicken liver pieces, so her hook was baited for her.

After several tries, she mastered the ability to get her bait and hook cast out into the pond.  She then reeled up the line and recast her baited hook.  This went on for several minutes until her bait was taken.  Once again her cries of inability to bait hook were heard.

After once again joining the casters, the next stage of fisherman became a happening....she hooked a catfish.  She freaked, screaming defensively for help.  Help was afforded immediately to quiet her.  The fish was reeled in and laid flopping on the pond embankment....and would be there today if we had waited for her to remove the hook and put the fish on a stringer.  She informed us that this and the baiting of hooks were way beyond her basic idea of fishing.  She just wanted to play fisherman and cast the hook and reel it back in....empty.

Which after a long narrative brings me to my point.  I think after reading lots of profiles, attempting to chat with a few,  and actually chatting with fewer, that they are like that gal in the group that just wanted to cast.  They don't really know, nor have desire to know what to do with a catch.  In the mean time, those of us that are serious have to contend with the screams of the player sitting next to us on the bank.
                                                                                                                   

11/11/2009 5:58:46 AM
Genius has its limitations......stupidity has none.

11/10/2009 11:06:34 PM
Honesty, regardless of the repercussions, is still the best policy.

11/2/2009 7:04:52 PM
Years ago I had the opportunity to attend a large university of great renown where I could sit amongst several hundred other scholars in a lecture hall and learn the theory of engineering.  Help when needed to understand a theory was provided not by the instructor, but rather by undergraduates.  At the same time I was afforded entrance if I opted, to a much smaller school where classes were limited to 20 and everything was hands-on.  Needless to say, I selected the hands-on versus theory approach.

Many spend time in BDSM attending the big university, reading volumes of literature compiled by various authors, but like attending the big school, all they attain is theory.  Lecture halls are nice, safe places where an individual can easily get lost in the crowd, but theory will never replace a good lab with hands-on experience.

10/31/2009 4:44:36 PM
Once again I take pen to paper.  Oh the weary souls that roam these halls just looking for a wee bit of attention, that e-mail notice lit in red, that skip of the heart knowing that someone else has contacted them in vain.  For after all, these weary folks don't have any intention of replying.  They just want the e-mail rush.

Then there are those that reply with enthusiasm, wanting their list of submissive demands to be heard.  They want the white castle and red carpet treatment, and if that is available, then they MIGHT contemplate offering their services to you as long as their entire list of DEMANDS are met.

Finally there are the spectators.  They want to watch the goings on while getting sexually stimulated.  But at no time will they enter the arena proper.  Might get bruised and find out what the REAL submissives are really about.

D/s is so much more than using the word 'Sir or Ma'am', or when upper or lower case letters  are acceptable when addressing someone else.

10/16/2009 5:54:23 PM
Got to love the players.  Just wish they would wear name tags.

10/15/2009 3:49:32 PM
Normally I hate complaining about the behavior of others on this website.  It is their decision as to how they act towards others.  However, I am tired of reading profiles where the author complains about their treatment by others, but yet commits the same actions.
 
Respect is a two way street.  If one wants respect, as one should demand, then they have an obligation to return that respect in hand.  Simply writing "Sir" isn't enough.  That is just a game of penmanship.  True respect comes from being able to express oneself in an appropriate manner rather than just blocking a person because something was said that might have offended.  If one doesn't want to talk to someone, tell them why and then "Good-bye."  If that doesn't suffice, block them.  But don't leave a person hanging.  Many times that individual doesn't even realize that an offense has been made.

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