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Male/Male Couple seeking submissive. I'm 33 years old, 6'4", 220lbs, Hispanic/Caucasian Mix, 6" cut. He's 39 years old, 5'8", 148lbs, Caucasian, 6" uncut. We're both tops, HIV-, drug and disease free (tested 12/15/10), non-smokers. Seeking someone to submit to us willingly. We are not interested in talking down to you, locking you away or treating you like an animal. There should be a mutual respect between Dom/Sub, Master/Slave, etc. Each is a willing participant in the relationship and should be treated with admiration in their own right. Honesty and trust are two of the most important things to us. We also have kids who live at home with us. So, someone who is family-friendly is an absolute must. Ideally, we'd eventually make this a live-in situation for the right sub/slave. Long-term is the goal, but we'll take it a day at a time and see how everything works out. No need to rush into anything. ? This sub/slave will also be required to maintain a job outside of the home. No, they will not be asked to hand over their paychecks to us. (We're not into financial dom stuff.)? They will just be responsible for?covering their?own expenses. But again, all this would be discussed and agreed to ahead of time. ? If this sounds interesting to you, don't hesitate to send a memo. Can trade e-mail addresses or other contact information when we're all comfortable with it. On the lighter side... We're into board and video games, mainstream movies (no, we're not douches that claim they only watch independent films), technology, cars, motorcycles, camping, swimming, etc. Geeks to the front of the line as we'll probably have more in common with you. Nothing better than a night of games, Doctor Who and maybe some light-hearted banter about the finer points of manscaping. Oh, and if you're looking for a Realtor, I'm your man.

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12/6/2012 8:12:07 AM
No more flakes!!!

9/12/2012 8:02:46 AM

Just another day in the neighborhood...

So I'm sitting here in bed staring at the random profiles sent to me by various personals websites.  I'm thinking that maybe I should go back and redo those search perimeters because all that we seem to receive are guys that come across as creepy, desperate or downright rude.  Not to mention the flakes...  Oh god, how I love flakes...  *insert sarcastic tone here*

Now, I know that we're still pretty new to this whole scene, but if you make plans to meet up with someone and then no-call/no-show on them, that's still rude, right?  Just wondering because that seems to be the norm around here.  Blah.  I'm done bitching about it.

I should probably get started on these damn house projects today.  I keep putting them off, not really thinking that they're going to go away, but dammit, I just don't feel like doing them right now.  Ugh.  If only I could find myself a slave who was also a handyman/auto mechanic/general contractor/landscaper/pool builder...  Do they make those? Ah, to dream...

Guess I'm off to build some shelves, finish a custom closet, clean house, do laundry...  Ya know, fun stuff.


8/17/2011 10:32:11 PM
Flakes need not apply... Am I the only one who gets tired of dealing with flakes on a regular basis? Seriously, if you're not going to do what you say, then don't bother contacting us. It's seriously annoying.

8/10/2011 7:16:54 AM

Trying to get out of this funk I'm in on my birthday...

 

No, I'm not in a mood because it's my birthday.  I'm not one of those who really cares that he's a year older.  Although, I am pissed that I had to get a new pic on my license this year.  Last one looked pretty decent.  The new one?  Not so much.  Anyway, I'm just trying to come up with something to do today to help get me out of this funk I seem to be in.  Aren't people normally pretty happy on their birthdays?  Maybe they make a pill for this... whatever it is.  Will have to look into that.  ;0)


8/8/2011 11:16:39 AM

Al Qaeda's new weapon of terror...  It's devastating.

 

http://youtu.be/HlZRcxvGIWE




8/7/2011 9:06:53 PM

I'll call you back, Mom.  I have to dispose of the body...

 

Ok, the title has nothing to do with this post, nor is it really mine. I stole it from some random movie I saw because it made me chuckle. So there it is...

I've known for a while that movies and tv shows tend to affect me more than most as I typically project myself into the role of one of the characters on screen. This is one of the reasons that I refuse to watch movies that I know do not have the stereotypical happy ending. Being the idealist that I am means that the boy is always supposed to get the girl/boy he truly loves no matter what, the bad guy always gets his comeuppance (Yes, it's a word. Look it up!), and the good guy always wins, no matter what. When this doesn't happen in said movie/tv show, it leaves me feeling sad... almost depressed. Like my idealogical bubble has been popped and someone has just yanked me back down to Earth just to say, "Nope. Things don't really work out that way. Welcome to reality, Joe."

For years, I've tried to change this about myself hoping that somehow that by exposing myself to more and more of these reality checking films, I would somehow be made numb to the harsh truth that things rarely work out the way that I feel they should. Instead, I find myself watching them when nobody else is around and just simply crying at the unfairness of it all. Here I am... a 6'4", 220lbs mess of a man sobbing because some fictional character had his heart broken when it was clear that he was the one person in the world who truly deserved to be happy. Yes, I know that this probably goes against the Dom stereotype, but I'm still a romantic/idealist.

The latest example of this was tonight. We were watching this movie called 'Timer'. The premise behind this movie is that a company has developed a timer that is implanted in the wrist of an individual. This device has a display that counts down the number of days, minutes & seconds until you meet your true love. This of course is totally dependent on said true love have also bought into the idea of the timer and have it implanted in their wrist. Now, the main character (Ooma *pronounced like Uma*) in this story faces a rare dilemma of a blank timer. Her soul mate, whoever he or she is has yet to have a timer implanted.

Anyway, Uma, exasparated by her blank timer decides to throw caution to the wind and allows herself to fall for someone who has a timer that has already started it's countdown to true love meaning that it has already locked on to someone else. Of course, as Hollywood would have it, this guy is your typical underdog. He works as a checkout clerk at a local grocery store, has perfectly disheveled hair, is a drummer in a band... (Aren't they all?) As the viewer, you can't help but to be drawn in by his simple charm. Thus, making you wish that he gets everything he deserves.

Oh, but wait. This is Hollywood we're talking about here. And since tv and movie viewers LOVE splashes of "reality" thrown in their faces, this movie doesn't disappoint. At least, not THOSE people. In the end, the stupid bitch opts to go for the guy who's timer does eventually match up to hers... giving up the one guy who didn't care about any sort of guaranty when it came to love. He just took a chance on her. And got hurt.

The End.

I can't grasp this. Why can't life (and movies) all have happy endings for all concerned? Do we not suffer enough throughout everyday life for our love lives to be left wanting? It seems all too massochistic for me. (Which yes, I realize that some on this site are into... And Seinfeld said it, "Not that there's anything wrong with that.") Why when we deal with this shit day in and day out do we subject ourselves to the same exact thing on a device that for all intents and purposes is supposed to help us escape that reality in the first place?

Who knows? Definitely not me. I think it's time to pour myself a drink and then pour myself into bed.


***Joe (Unkreative) has left the building.***


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