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Hiya. I go by Val, or V, here on CM. I'll probably be willing to give you my real name if we meet face-to-face, or if we've been talking long enough. I'm a very feline, sadistic, straight dominant male in my late twenties.
I'm a geek, and very much enjoy my geekdom. I love words, love to read, and I'm an absolute fantasy nut. Role-playing games, both table-top and computer/console, action games, strategy... basically, if it can enrapture me, I love it - Firefly, for example. I own all of Brian Jacques' Redwall series, love Anne McCaffrey, R. A. Salvatore... yeah, like I said, I'm a fantasy nut. I love movies as well, and have a soft spot in my black little heart for crappy action and horror movies - the worse, the better.
I refuse to take anything too seriously, particularly myself, and I've often said I can't stay serious for more than ten minutes at a stretch. I love to laugh, until my cheeks hurt and I've got to wipe my eyes, and the list of things I find funny is longer than the list of things I don't. I'm none too concerned with dignity, and have been known to break into moments of absolutely ridiculous behavior at the drop of a hat. I also do a pretty damn good Stitch impression, if I say so myself. So, if your ideal dominant is a stone-faced, imposing authority figure, I'm probably not the guy for you.
I'm a nurturer by nature and inclination, and won't hesitate to offer my advice or experience if I think that someone could benefit from my input. When I want to be, I'm very cuddly and affectionate... when I don't want to be, you're likely to get swatted. See above where I say I'm feline - I like attention on my terms, and I'm just too damned big to be swept up and snuggled against my will. So, I suppose you could say I'm an interesting bundle of apparent contradictions.
None too big on high-protocol or micromanagement, but I've got my moments of OCD, things that I like just so... I'm pretty easy-going, on the whole. I'm always game for a good conversation, so feel free to message me if you'd like to chat.
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Bloody hell, I'm going to have to get better about updating this thing! Six months since I've put up a journal entry... unacceptable, V, just absolutely unacceptable.
So, we've moved. In the Charleston area now, as of March - and that was not something I want to repeat for a goodly while. Moved a 1200 sq ft two-bedroom townhouse into a 500 sq ft apartment, then moved that apartment into a 1000 sq ft apartment a month later. Yeesh, I'm glad to be settled.
Got out of the customer service job, thank whatever power you believe in. Working as a gardener again, and I'm feeling more fulfilled by getting baked by the sun and drenched with sweat than I thought I ever would. It's nice to be outdoors and working with my hands again - and putting a little muscle on, or the tan, certainly doesn't hurt. I think I'm possibly in the best shape of my life now - I can sweep Kitten off her feet and hold her up for a good little bit, which I could never do before.
All in all, I'm a pretty happy cat right now. Definitely licking cream from my whiskers. |
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Just got to get through tonight, and I'm done with working nights! I never thought I'd be so happy about having to totally turn my sleep schedule totally upside down, but it'll be nice to keep the hours of a normal human being again! |
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Well, it's been quite a bit since I cranked one of these out, so perhaps 'tis time to put up another insight into the darkened corners of my mind (and you poor, poor soul, if you're actually bored enough to sit and read through this navel-gazing).
So, I'm a daddy dom. Y'know, I'm alright with this (and I bloody well should be, given that I've had nine months to come to terms), and it makes a goodly bit of sense, when I go poking my nose into my psyche - not an endeavor for the faint-hearted or those of nervous disposition, just for the record. Crisis averted, carrying on.
I have no idea why, but the concept of having to prove myself to be "stronger" than someone in order to "tame" her is really irking at me today. I suppose it's my whole beef with being told I have to prove myself to someone. I'm a cat - I don't prove myself to you; you prove yourself to be worth my time and attention, or I move on to someone who will. I'm sure it'll smooth out soon enough, but the notion makes me itch.
On a much more positive note, there is a gym membership forthcoming in my future. So I'll get to go from being a six-foot-tall scarecrow to actually putting some meat on these bones... and hopefully a chest, shoulders, biceps, quads, calves, and so on. Hair's growing out nicely, finally long enough that it's starting to behave a little, and I'm more than fair pleased with the goatee (I'm going to put up a more accurate picture one of these days, I swear!). Improving self-image... that's a big ol' check!
And now... I'm hungry. Time to pad downstairs and see what I can prowl up. |
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I know I'm getting disillusioned with people when I read on a submissive's profile "I want to be dominated mentally, physically, socially, financially. I want to be guided along the path my dominant picks out for me", and the first thing that pops into my head isn't "hot damn, let me contact her", it's "so you're wanting someone to make all of the hard choices in your life for you so that you don't have to".
Well, either that or I'm starting to lose what little naivety I have left. Is this what getting life experience does to you? 'cause I like it!
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So, Kitten mentioned something yesterday that threw a whole storm of ripples in my calm and took me a couple of hours to really reconcile - apparently, I'm effectively a daddy dom.
After a good night's sleep and some time to get a little perspective on the thought... she might have a point. Our relationship isn't *quite* a dd/lg dynamic, but there are definitely some overtones in that direction. It's just a little difficult to reconcile the role of "daddy" with my self-professed status as a bad, bad man. I suppose where I'm having the difficulty is that I feel like a father role should be an example- but it's not really the role of father, is it? Damn, forgot the first rule of kink again: I can define my role however I'd like.
Okay... talking this through in my head, thinking back to how Kitten and I have been over the years, it's starting to feel maybe a little more like it might be me. Huh... never would have seen that one coming, had someone told me a few weeks/months ago; it's a little amazing where life takes us, innit?
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*does a little dance* Yay! Kitten's touched down safely and is on her way home, despite the weather being slushy and cold and turbulent!
I'm a very happy kitty right now.
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Mwahaha! I have (finally) set up Skype and a webcam. My journey to world domination is now a few steps more hopelessly confused!
Wait a second, what? I think I got lost somewhere along the way.
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| Age: 20 |
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Virginia |
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