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I don't yell. I don't scream. I don't feel the intense need to exert my influence by loud, flagrant chest beating. If you do not submit and obey, you will be passed by. This is not a judgement on how well you submit or obey, it is a product of incompatibility. I require submission, and nothing less. Be your own person, make requests, speak your mind, that's not a problem. Thoughts are not off limits, but the inability or refusal to think is. So, if there is a problem, bring it up to me. If you can logically explain why you have this problem, then your advice will be accepted as wisdom. If it cannot be explained logically, then you will submit to what passes for my wisdom. While most vanilla relationships are refferred to as "partnerships," my ideal submissive would join me on a team, in which I would be the leader. Now, about that: I have dedicated myself to becoming what I believe to be the modern Samurai Ideal. The word Samurai is derived from the Japanese words for service and community. It is my certain belief that any Dom who is unable to serve is insufficiently enlightened, but any Dom who is unwilling to serve is simply fed up with serving. I am fed up with serving, but for the right person or group of people, I could serve as a leader once again. For all I know, that could mean you...I invite you to join me and we can find out together.
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I just got out of a horrific relationship, and the girl in question is approaching online stalker status. Just thought you all should know. If you hear any nasty things about me, take them with a grain of salt and attempt to form your own opinion. Thanks.
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Hurricane Gustav was a pushover, for the most part. I had to go without power, unless you count when I was putting up with smoking outside and the buzz of a generator at our friend's house counts in the opposite direction. Anyways, life is going on.
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Okay, since I don't want to give the wrong impression, and since I don't usually talk about it unless asked, I'm going to post this here.
I am currently in serious talks with three girls. If you know them, I'll tell you their names, but besides that, just know that if I start talking to you, you aren't the only one I'm talking to. If this means that you and I can't be an item, that's fine. I said I'm trying to build a house, and that means more than just two people. I still love to have people to call friends, so please don't stop talking to me simply because you think we'll get nowhere. There's more to life than sex and romantic relationships, people. |
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Seven months later, I guess I should update this thing.
I have moved home to NOLA. Well, Metairie, but whatever. The Quarter is within driving distance, so it counts. Ditched the old roommate, thank the gods, but I also left a lot of people behind in Kansas that I'm seriously going to miss.
Anyhow, I'm here, and I'm looking to meet some new people. Maybe I'll send off some "hello" messages soon. Haven't decided yet. Still getting settled. Anyhow, hello, NOLA. I'm back. I'm home. |
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Life has decided to throw Me one too many curveballs lately, and sadly, that means I'm not going to be available for a while. I can't even afford to pay My phone bill. I'm going to be doing a lot of doing without over the next few weeks before I move to Illinois. To everyont that was in contact with Me, I apologize, but I'm just not going to be reachable for a while. I'm hoping that this state does not become permanent, but if things don't start looking up pretty soon, they will. Just in case this is the last message I can send, I hope you all live in interesting times and attract the notice of those in high places. |
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OK, so I had some problems with the forums on this site, so I went to go help start a new one. Well, that bombed out miserably, but I will not be returning to the forums here, no matter what happened over there. But, I'll be maintaining my profile again, so I'm back and ready for more...hmm...more punishment, I guess.
However, I do have one piece of good news: I went to Karaoke last night as per usual andI had a great night, but the singing wasn't the best part. I met with a girl I'd met from yet another website who is interested in the lifestyle. We didn't talk about it, but I wanted to make as good impression as possible, so discussion of BDSM wil have to wait till next time. But she's gorgeous, funny, and works in the biogical sciences field here in Lawrence, so we've got the "smart" angle completely covered. That, and she's an unbelievably good kisser. |
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OK, so I've added new pictures and broke down to post in my journal once again. There is a whol lot of crap going on right now, as well as some pretty awesome stuff as well. I can't even really get into it right now, there's so much to say. But anyhow, it's nice to be back in the saddle, so to speak. I never knew how much I had given up when I got married, but I'm starting to see how it was a bad idea. I still miss my children, but that's just something I'll have to deal with. May you all live in interesting times and attract the notice of those in high places. Good luck, and good night. |
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So, I have no idea what happened to my picture, but I think I may have fixed the issue. Once I changed the name of the pic it uploaded just fine. It should be approved very soon, since it was the same one I'd had up since I joined the site. I also uploaded one of me and my two best friends. Their profiles are on here as well, although I don't think they're very active anymore. No biggie. Anyhow, if you're reading this and the pics are already up, hope you like them, and enjoy! |
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I've finally made my descision. It sucks, but it is made. I'm giving up parental rights to my children. Please don't message me to tell me how bad of an idea it is, I know, I know. Neither me, nor my wife, nor really our children will be free until this conflict is resolved, and the more we talk, the more she accuses me of, and I have just ran out of strength. I can't fight with her anymore, and I can't stop hurting every time I see her - or them for that matter. Tyler Durden was right: "It is only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything." The question is, though, what do I do now? |
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So, I'm visiting Wichita with my best friend/play partner, and we are returning to our rental car. I part from her to approach the driver's side of the car as she comments, "you know, a gentleman would have opened the door for me." My response was, "that is true: a gentleman would have." We shared a chuckle, since our relationship had been mostly abuse/humiliation play and a constant stream of smartass comments, but after a moment of settling into our respective seats, I asked her if she would like me to be a gentleman, since it is a side that she had not yet seen of me. As if this was the most novel and outrageous idea she had ever heard, she said, "yeah...yeah, I'd like that." I informed her that she would maintain physical contact with me at all times and behave as she thought a lady should act, because I sure the hell wasn't going to be a gentleman around a brat or a skank, and she agreed. The resulting scene was so arousing and exhilirating that we haven't stopped it yet, and this started four days ago. |
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OK, I don't usually like to shove my religion in people' faces, because it is the root of the reason I converted in the first place. But when it get's shoved down my throat, I tend to reciprocate in full-force. All in all, my friend's wedding this weekend was awesome, but after going on 35 hours of no sleep, staring down what I thought would be another 15-16 but turned out to be 21 more hours without sleep, and getting told that I wouldn't be able to stand as my best friend's man at arms because "Jesus never said anything about it in the good book" (gods help me, I wish I was paraphrasing), yeah, I get a bit twitchy. So if the mother of the bride doesn't appreciate the fact that I gave my friend a sword as a symbol of my trust and devotion, and I just HAPPENED to mention that it was a religious tradition of my faith, she can suck it dry. |
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My gods in Valhalla. People actually DO respond to the messages I send them. It may take them a while, but at least they do respond. Better late than never. Let this serve as a message of hope (or whatever) to those awaiting a response: have patience and the world will probably NOT end before you hear back. |
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OK, it's been entirely too long since I updated this stupid thing, and with all the changes going on, I should probably do so.
First off, Happy extremely belated birthday to me. Yay. I got a six-pack of Guinness Stout. Which was nice, but it was all I got.
Thus ends the whining, onward to the bitching.
The wife mentioned in my profile and I are officially seperated. Long story, the important details are thus: 1)it is not a happy fun joyous thing, however, it is not permanent (hopefully), 2)it is not completely my fault, although it partly is,and 3)thanks to my mother-in-law, I now know the true definition of the word hatred. Cheers, Becky, and here's to twenty more years of your emphasyma. I would happily put up with you being around that long just to see you in that much pain. Hope you choke on it...pun intended.
I am now living in town once again and have internet that actually works, so I check my profile nearly every day, so by all means, ladies (and gentlemen if your feeling EXTREMELY lucky, but no promises), drop me a line. My non-single, usually unavailable status is currently on hiatus.
More info upon request. No more tonight, I'm working and tired. |
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It should be noted that due to my recent move out to the country (grrrr...) I have been forced to rely on an unreliable dial-up connection. This means that I will most likely only be able to connect once, maybe twice a day. Be patient. You have no idea what the reward could be. |
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OK, I have had to write the entirely too many times in the last few months. I am not looking for men at the moment. I am not interested in any slaves, I am really not ready, capable, or willing to take care of ANY live ins, and the possibility of you getting the time of day from me if you send me your PHONE NUMBER right off the bat is pretty slim. Show some self-preservation instinct. Show a moderate ammount of self-respect. SHOW SOME INTELLIGENCE. |
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