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RealizingDreams
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| My journal entries make this profile pretty long, so I will use this space sparingly.
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Change in mood - http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KHoJPUHG83g |
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Today's mood - http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=o22eIJDtKho |
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There is just something so appealing about individualism, I think I may have to join that group. |
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The darkness that dwells in the center of my being, smothered and impeded, struggles to once more see the light. |
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There are days...
when no matter how hard you try...
you just cannot shake the feeling...
that the zombie apocalypse has already begun. |
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Simple vs Complicated
I once had a summer job working as an electricians helper with my uncle. I was in high school and of course, thought I knew everything. I would get frustrated when my uncle would try patiently to explain how to do a certain task. After he could see my frustration one day, he said "ok, boy, have at it then. I'll let you take the lead on this one". With a smile of satisfaction and feeling of manliness, I threw myself at this task. Two hours later I was still struggling to complete my task. So, with heart and pride in hand, I went to my uncle and asked him for help. I asked what I was doing wrong, to which he replied "you didn't kiss it, boy".
Wait, did he just say kiss it? No way, I must have heard him wrong.
When he saw the confused look on my face he put a hand on my shoulder, looked me dead in the eyes and said "Keep It Simple, Stupid".
K.I.S.S.
Four words that to this day resonate within me and everything I do. When I find myself looking at a task, situation, or problem that is what I think of first.
Just a little thought from me to all of you on here. Don't be shy about looking at how you are representing yourself and feel free to give yourself a kiss. |
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Chaos vs Order
There are days when nothing ever seems to goes right. We have all had at least one or two of those kinds of days. It starts with one thing, snowballs so far out of your control you begin praying for the end of the day to come as quickly as possible, finding yourself watching the clock as if you are Father Time himself.
WTF happened? Where did I lose control? I planned for everything, didn't I?
Ppssstttt, hey! You there, yes you! Come on over here so I can tell you a secret.
You cannot control everything in your world. There will always be something that is beyond your sphere of control, something that will dance on the periphery taunting you with wild abandon.
The ability to understand and accept that fact is essential for being an Owner. Being able to look at a situation, seeing which aspects you may hold dominion over and which fall under chaotic rule will allow you to better understand the world around you and your part in it. |
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Conversation vs Mind Blowing First emails
I am a fairly outgoing man. It is not difficult for me to walk up to someone and start a conversation. I am not uncomfortable at parties talking to people I don't know. I have always been told I am very easy to talk to. My past vocations and career path I am currently on has certainly been a contributing factor to my ability to have a conversation with someone.
Except on here.
The art of conversation seems to be losing itself in the all important first email from potential mates. That first email that everyone wants to blow their minds away, give them shivers, throw down the gauntlet in such a way as to leave no choice but to answer the challenge. No pressure, right?
Ok, so, let's see. Right, I have a nice email composed. Contains everything required of me.
Good English and spelling, check.
Longer than a couple of sentences, check.
Not too long, check.
Not too pushy, check.
Pushy enough, check.
Not a copy and paste, check.
Ok, everything seems to be there. Oops, better take out the yahoo chat reference, that wouldn't be good. Whew, almost blew it there.
Right, got it, looks good! And....send!
Wait..............
Wait..............
Well, we all know where it goes from here. We either get no response or a response full of all the things they didn't want in their email you wonder why you sent one in the first place.
Now, to be fair, I did do some research on the female side of things. I mean, it is only fair to make sure you now what you are talking about before making an argument.
I made a female slave profile.
Well, that was an interesting experience all in itself. Before I had even finished making up a profile I had a dozen emails. I am not kidding or exaggerating. No photo, no words in the about me section, nothing. Then I added some text to the profile, nothing fancy of course, just a quick little blurb. Two pages of emails in less than an hour. Oh wait, it gets even better. I added a photo of someone I knew (with her permission). I quit counting after six pages of emails, dozens of friends requests, amd pages of admirers. It was a hot mess, to be sure.
Moral of this journal is this: we all need to calm the fuck down and start treating people as...wait for it...PEOPLE!
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Whispers from a broken mirror, shouting of a time when once made whole. |
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Slaves vs Submissives
Since coming to this side of the life, I have read hundreds of definitions and acronyms for everything having to do with being who we are. Everyone seems to have their own opinions and nuances for each word or phrase, so here is my two cents worth.
The only difference between a submissive and a slave is the level of trust they have in their partner. That is it, no special nuance, no special definition, just level of trust.
Relinquishing control is the goal of both a submissive and a slave, to find someone they can trust to take the reins of their life. A slave wishes to release all of that control, allowing the Owner to have as much as they would desire. A submissive will have caveats to the level of control they relinquish.
I have spoken with and read the profiles of many submissive women, it all seems to be the same. They want someone to do this but not do that, control this but not all of it, I have a real life so you may not have control over this part of it, and my least favorite, I am only a bedroom submissive.
To be sure, I understand the gravity and difficulty of giving up even an ounce of control. I have been there myself. The question is why do you find it so difficult to hand over what you truly want to release? |
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I have decided that I am going to start a "50 Shades of Grey" cult/religion. I am going to gather all the people who loved these books, who want to emulate it, who are looking for their very own Christian Greys, who think that Anastasia was a wonderful submissive, and think that these books are how this life should be. I am going to take them all out to a beautiful church in a small town, let them sing praises about the books and that "lifestyle".
I will nod, smile, agree with them all till my heart almost explodes.
Then I will give them all the special kool-aid. |
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Owners vs slaves
Owner, a term I came across in the beginning but had no grasp of the true concept inherent in the word. Over time and in developing my personal style and tastes, I would take that word out, mull it over, add more to the meaning, then put it away. I waited till I was ready to wear that name and take on all the responsibility that come along with it.
Being an Owner, for me, means complete and total ownership of a slave. This may seem obvious to most, but I am talking about a deeper understanding of what ownership truly is and means. Having a slave is more that having someone who caters to every whim, who manages the home, who makes breakfast in the morning, who sleeps at the foot of the bed. A slave is property that needs to be handled, managed, taken in hand, cultivated, praised and punished, taught, guided, protected, respected, and yes, even loved.
A slave is a human being who has thoughts, emotions, feelings, a past, a present, a future, opinions, and skills. Their calling is to serve, despite all else. They feel the need to give of themselves, to belong to someone, to be owned. They derive a sense of purpose and pleasure from knowing they are being useful, making someone happy, and able to be who they are.
The Owner and slave relationship is truly a symbiotic one. Each feeding off the other in a give and take expression that manifests itself beyond the physical. Anyone can play with whips and chains, rope and cuffs, spankings and orgasms.
It takes a special person to earn the love, respect, loyalty, and trust of a true slave, it takes an Owner to return those very same things. |
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If you have not given blood in the last three months, you are in the wrong! |
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A breath of fresh air passes beneath the dancing toes of hope, wending its way around my heart and encasing it with smokey tendrils till my heart is bathing in hopeful wonder. |
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Sex vs Submission
This may not be the right place to discuss some or most of what this entry will be and future entries as well, I am still going to push forward. My hope is to not only bring myself out of the darkness which seems to have befallen me, but to help those who are in the same darkness.
There is a proliferation of sexuality that has diluted the truest form of submission and slavery. To be honest, I think it has permeated to the very depths of all relationships. The focus seems to be on the baser instincts of human nature. We are all guilty of this, it is so easy to fall back on instant gratification.
Some of you reading this are agreeing with me, while others are shaking their heads thinking they would rather take the time to get to know someone. Take five minutes and look through a few profiles on here. I am sure we have all looked through hundreds of them, but really look. Fetish lists, likes, dislikes, soft limits, hard limits, checklists of wants and desires, even the photos all scream I want someone who can make me happy sexually.
The connection has been made from sex to happiness. The feeling is if they can get someone to appease their sexual needs, the rest will fall into place. The whisper in their minds say different, but who takes the time to really want to listen to that small part of themselves?
I think it a shame really, that we waste so much time on trying to find the person who can appease such a small portion of our life, when we could focus on finding someone right for us on all levels.
Some will laugh, scoff, agree, give me the finger, or not even make it to end of this post, I care not which you are. I ask only you do one thing, if nothing else.
Ask yourself what you are truly looking for from the people you invite into your life. |
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| Age: 42 |
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