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Welcome to my little part on Collarme.
This has been updated as of 5/4/14:
Hello, I am a dominant/top that lives in the Saratoga/Albany area of New York.
My first local munch was in early 1997, and the first national event I attended was the annual Black Rose event in 1998.
I consider myself well rounded, and enjoy all forms of bondage (rope, and metal and leather restraints), most forms of impact play (caning, flogging, spanking, paddling), the mental aspects of D/s and BDSM, and other interests (hoods, collars, high heel locks, anal play, orgasm control and am looking for someone somewhat local that also enjoys bondage as well.
For the past 17 years I have been very active in the BDSM community. In 2000 I started volunteering at and/or staffing numerous national and local events, and additionally have worked for several vendors at many other events since 2004.
I am trying to enjoy a bit more of a private life, although I am still active in the kink community.
Other things that interest me are music, movies, travel, reading, and meeting new people.
The person I am seeking is a woman that is smart, submissive or switch, and who is also reasonably close in proximity to me. Additionally, I do definitely enjoy befriending others in our wonderful community, especially if they are local.
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I can also be found on the site... |
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Left for PA on Monday. Left PA for Toledo, OH on Tuesday. Found a great new leather jacket at a Toldeo thrift store Wednesday AM, and go to Chicago early Wednesday night. Helping out with Security for the event. Currently I am guarding one of the secret entrances to the event that sometimes other in the hotel find... so... there is a computer here that I get to use until someone comes back from a smoke break. I dont smoke, and am glad that most of my close friends don't either. The tough day will be tomorrow night when there is a bigger event that has a bigger party and people tend to get drunk and want to follow the pretty girls in the kinky sexy hot outfits. This will end on Monday, and we will leave and stay overnight somewhere Monday night, get back to PA on Tuesday and then I will suck it up and get home sometime most likely really late on next Tuesday night. It's a nice event, a good getaway, and I get to see a bunch of my friends. |
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Getting ready for Shibaricon... It will be my third time out there. It's a great event, and I am looking forward to it. I'll be leaving to visit a friend on the way on either Sunday afternoon/night or Monday early. |
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As someone who used to write a lot, and also edit others' writings, I have always had the approach of "you can go back and fix things." Last night I had a dream, and, I did "go back to fix things," and it just exploded in my head. It was a near nightmare. I woke up unhappy. But being made unhappy is not a nightmare, if you learn something from it. You can't always go back. In fact, very seldom can you go back and fix things. Like many things in life, it comes down to picking and choosing what you can change for the good... |
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So, there are lots of profiles I have read that express concern about game players, married folk and what not. These are vastly concerns that women have about the men online. YES, it's true... but, also... women (and guys posing as women) can be online playing stupid games as well. The world would be such a better place without this kind of chicanery. |
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Dark O was an incredible weekend. I went with no expectations or obligations, and I got my own room, too. It was a great get away, it was wonderful to see close friends that live far away, and I hardly thought about anything else other than being in the moment. |
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I'm headed for Dark O in DC for March and then will be in Chicago for Shibaricon at the end on May. |
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Quote from a friend that is just starting to sink in: if it doesn't effect your bread money, why do you care? |
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27 Years ago today:
I was in sixth grade. 11 years old. And asleep. A special news report interupted whatever dreams of dragons or Wonder Woman I had. Frank Reynolds, the news anchor, was in tears. A picture of a man was in a box to his right, and all he could say through his sobbing was "He's dead, he's dead." I woke up. Startled. Confused. Not placing the face in the dream. I stared around the dark room. The red light from the alarm clock beemed 10:57. I tossed and turned for about 20 minutes. Confused. Trying to place the face. Somehow I slipped back into sleep. When I woke up it was Dec 9, 1980. I showered, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. The talk radio station was playing music. Odd, it sounded like just once voice singing all of the songs. Eating cereal, I thought it was some odd yet special celebration. Cool. And, while I heard these songs before, I knew them well and could sing along, I had no clue who the artist was. I just knew I liked the music. And had to finish up to get the bus. The bus ride is was typical. We bounced on the seats when the bus hit any bump, hard or small. At school the teachers were all quiet. Especially when the classes changed. Usually the teachers were all chatty, but today they talked in whispers. No smiles today. From any of my three teachers, I noted. They must all have gotten some kind of virus or something, I thought. No other reason to act like you were sick other than being sick. The bus ride back was even better. The bus driver had a long day, and just did not want to take our antics anymore. So, we made our bounces higher when the bumps were smaller. When I got home, I brought the paper in, as I always did, and looked at the comics section. No baseball this time of year, so I just glanced through the sports section. Now was the tricky part, the hardest part of reading the newspaper before my father came home: I had to fold it up and crease it neat so it look like it was unread. He knew I read it already, but liked this illusion. And I was happy to abide, because, well, it prevented a lot of tension. As I folded it nice and crisp, the way my dad liked it, my fingers stopped as my eyes focused on the front page. The picture from my dream the night before was right there, on the front of the paper. Everything stopped as I stared at this picture from my dream. Slowly my eyes went from the picture to the headline: Lennon Shot Dead.
His music impacted our lives. He was a rebel, a poet and a husbandwife. Take a moment today And just reflect on life.
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Just registered for Black Rose XX. Won't be on staff, but will most likely help at least one vendor. Got a hotel room, and things are looking great. Can't wait. |
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Six years ago today I got up from my bed like I have done so many times before and turned on the television and did the rest of my morning routine
With a cup of water in hand I came out to watch horror unfold
Transfixed Confused Several hours passed and I stood there staring...
Today this mourning as I got up I left the televion off on purpose and just put on some work out clothes and headed for the gym not trying to forget just trying to do something productive on a day that I could sink back into
But at the gym one channel was on the televisioned wall playing the broadcast from six years ago as it unfolded exactly as it infolded
It took them 10 minutes to figure out the first tower had fallen and even then it was told in a monotone...
A cloud has been over us And today the rains fell hard then gently failing to wash that day away
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