Arianaa

I walked directly into that one.  Like a slap to the face.  Your hand.  My face.

As to the other, terribly troubling times. Electricity in the air and much on the mind.

The world is insane right now. Doesn't seem to be changing soon.  Happy New Year to You!  What are You listening to these chaos filled days?

You do quite entrance me.

You are most Kind. Thank You, Sir. I do try and I get it right sometimes.

I'm thinking it wise not to agree with that assertion. 

Might You want to know what I'd like for Christmas?  See, I type that and immediately think of the reply. Something like, "Do I look like I fucking care?" or, alternately, "Might I fucking care what you fucking want, you fucking 'insert favorite insult/term of endearment here'?'.  Or laughter.  Am I close?

Indeed, Sir.

Interesting.

Gremlins, I tell you.  I hope that the words made it Your way.  I am a bit distracted by the touch of grey mentioned. I would speak to how that is only one of the distractions there are. Your lips, Your hands, the different tones of voice, that amazing smile, laughter, and sometimes the fires of hell seem to be behind those dark eyes.  Mostly, though, it's Heaven.  Well, Heaven for a particular type of masochist. So, I just tend to think differently.  

I do rather adore Your emphasis on particular words. Magic Man.

You always do.  There's that word again.  Always.

Wait, not to be confused with *Preferences*, that is.  If You know what I mean.  

I am somewhere between a cast iron tea kettle and LC.  I much prefer his voice in the later years. I prefer much in the later years. And if that makes any sense, bless you!

Happiest of Days to You!

May I?

First, I thought:  Always is a promise. 

Then, I thought: Always is a promise to be kept - with many tears to be wept - to appeal to Your desires. 

I might sell a piece of my soul to know them.

"Drink Deep"

I have. I will. For You, always.

Yes, Boss?

Naturally, I speak that language. I grok, if you will.

Indeed it does.  

It's that time of year again.

Further on that, I think that and suffering are at the core. Does it go both ways, I wonder. The ways to get there are decided by You, the pleasure Yours, and You give that out as You see fit, while on the other side - pleasure as one might define it, the bond strengthened through the acts dedicated to You. Is that nurturing for You as well?  I would think so. Perhaps that is not the right word. In any case, interesting. 

That is the truth.  Hearing that and realizing the depth and that further analysis required to adequately respond has me devouring the concept. It is intoxicating or maybe my response is not required or wanted at all. I do not know.  The raw sexuality of that reality has me rather at a particular spot where vulnerability becomes an issue - mine, I mean. In short, I am blown away. So many questions.

High Enough. Amazing song.

And I'd know just what to do when you call me baby.

What might charm You, I wonder.

You provide the pain that I need, the hurt that only You provide, and the magic to make it all go away with a word, a touch, a whisper.  I seem to reside in the Underworld until You speak to me.  There are pomegranates there and ways across the river if you pay the ferryman.  Cave references that, I believe.  It is nearing the Equinox and there are deep colors, powerful energy, stones of meaning, and a place we meet.  What song shall I hum?  It is so often a song for you.

Hmm.

Why, thank You.  Every now and then I do get it right. Your words bring a smile to my face. 

Hmm.  Wonder if I should compile a list.  I could do so thoughtfully or those words are not meant for me or the arching of the brow and a scowl or a growl (Drucilla sing-song vibes there) makes me me-ow.

I recall a LCK skit about that. I believe you told me about it.  

I never do the emoji thing on here, but if I did, it would be the laughing one.  Cautiously though. Always cautiously.

 I appreciate queries regarding my orientation and such. I am not a dominant woman. I am also not a 'little one' who seeks to know my limits beyond all pleasure and so forth. I am just me. I do hope people find what they look for. I do not want to, nor do I belong to a Couple or a hmm group of folks. If that's your thing, I know many who have great luck at such relationships. I hope you find the best possible match. It ain't me, babe. It will never be me. Just how I'm wired. Everyone is wired differently. That's what makes this site so great. It's like the Love Boat of kink sites. 

To be frank, I am geared towards one Man. Desire, love, pain, laughter, many tears and everything in between. 

I love that version and really, anything that they sing is fantastic.  I listen for hours just devouring the words and the pain and longing.  

I tend to think 'Love hurts' is romantic.  Naturally, this only applies to You.  

'I don't mind' is a bit like 'tolerates'.  I'm not sure that is something I would probably say within a certain distance to a certain person or ever at all to aforementioned person.  Now, to others, sure. Not a problem, I'll sing it all day long. That may make me seem like a pain in the somewhere, but don't worry because I don't mind.

There is a point at which you begin to think/dream/long for Him and you may begin to shake violently inside as waves of nausea rushes through you.  Maybe I'm old fashioned, but it might be Love.  

Please note that I am a sarcastic gal.  Do not try this at home and always remember to tip your waitress.

Just a note to say that people often have similar writing styles. It does not mean that someone is a person you knew some time ago. It just means that people come to the same realizations sometimes or write like whateverthehell.  Not everything is a conspiracy to unfold.  Sometimes it's just your standard person posting on here. Case closed.

Writing is frustrating me beyond comprehension at the moment and so forth.

I may have been too artistically sarcastic.  

I mean, I want to be sarcastic and cute, but dare I?  Hmm.

I am unable to access older entries, which could be a blessing or a curse depending on how you look at it. 

I believe that. It is seldom ever simple with such things.

Having a few problems connecting to the website lately. If I am not here, I'm elsewhere. You always know how to find me.

The desire and passion that I feel belongs to You because You created and shaped them.

Edit.

Also, the hyphens are actually underscores. And the rest of that post went like this:

I write for the amusement of one and to release the inner desire for punctuation.

If I do not spell a word correctly or my grammer is incorrect, do not take this as a sign that I am "naughty" or such and therefore need "correcting". You (not You) are not the Great Editors in the Sky and I am not inside of a tornado. There is only one authority to whom I answer whether it be or not be or will be or never be or spelling bee or honey bee. 

"...we loved with a love that was more than a love..." (EAP) and so forth.

edit of an edit due to love of bees

Thank You.

I realize that this is not standard protocol and I address this to You in this moment of an insane natural disaster, but are You safe?  Please know that I send my love and prayers Your way. I hope this posts asap.

Walking alongside a large sheltering tree, You walked behind me and placed your arm on top of mine. I closed my eyes and together, we cast away either rose petals or river rocks. I cannot be certain which they were.  It was as lovely as listening to You play guitar. Just getting lost in the music and the motion and You most of all.

In dreams.

Happiest New Year to You.

I close my eyes and once again, I am right outside of that kitchen (1950's digs. Brighter colors than I would choose.  Your mind, I am thinking.) I think that You are somewhere between embracing me or closing Your hands around my throat (consented to, of course). What I see is this Presence that I both recognize and adore.  I am quiet, but sometimes I dare. It is a small room and I am standing at the doorway. I do not cross thresholds without permission, but this seems like an invitation.  Your Energy fills this place and I am spellbound.  This place which is created by a mind unlike others.  Rarity in this place is a treasure.  Your songs in my veins, Your words remain ever present.

It is close to the Solstice and my heart is more open than I'd like. It is not simply a choice, it is a chance. There are mysteries in this world and how the Muse blesses or refrains is quite beyond my understanding.  Why this place at this time, I do not know.  I only know that I am there.  I am here. My wish is that some of these words charm or amuse You. I write this only to You. That others read it is not my concern, but it is only ever to You.  And that is the way to bet.

Editing after Midnight is a bit like feeding a mythological creature after midnight. It does not end well.

Magic Man.

I believe.

"God is the Concept by which we measure our Pain." - JL

A Song for You (L.Russell) is rather stunning.

Happiest day to You.

Strange & Fascinating Magic.

Canto della Terra - S. Brightman & Alessandro Safina

Intense.  More than a dream.  You whispered the words and I woke with a start. Were you with me?

I hope not to be playing with profiles again in the future. What a bizarre feeling, but I kept coming up as Dominant for some reason. I think certain labels were disregarded/changed so it was three choices. Anyhow, so there we are.  The profile has the best description I have.  I also find that I use certain phrases or words and most folks would not really understand where I was coming from. I often am speaking about spirituality or being sarcastic or maybe I'm being literal, but there are certain aspects better left to a different journal maybe. I do have one some place. In general though, I am writing just to write or because I think it will be read by someone I love or know. Any personal posts are certainly to or about one person. That is always the way to bet. 

Compelled to speak these words.  Magic on my mind.  Your voice in my blood.  Is this longing Yours or mine?

For a chance or a nod.  For a thought or a dance.

'Purple words on a grey background' - NY

At night, I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined." - Neruda

And to paraphrase JS, now that we do not have to be perfect, we can be good.

I dig the flaws and the scars.  The inherent goodness and the fire. The words and the song. All of it together until it is one.

The rest is Somewhere in Time in dreams.

The Soul that wrote the song is the rarest of breeds.  That kind does not come again.  Here, there is a fascination of words and friendships that have lasted decades.  I observe and I rarely engage. The rest does not interest me.

Down by the water.

Far from any road.

In the blood.

B sides & rarities.

And then...you write a journal entry that does not post.  Around 4 times maybe.  Maybe speaking about the 'night' was too dark and scary.  Well, imagine how the night feels!  It would be hell to be scared of the dark if you were, in fact, the darkness.

And other strange thoughts.  I'm sure there's a book there.

"She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had startled a fawn and it jerked away from me." - RC

Somewhere between Misguided Angel and Unsuffer me. 

"Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
 Soul like a Lucifer
 Black and cold like a piece of lead" - Cowboy Junkies

Diggin' the music.

I do not need a user's manual since I do not plan on being used by someone who needs a user manual.

"The fact is, there's something about a bastard...The one who turns you on is the one who does you in." - The Arrangement (1969 film)

It is a Cohen sort of evening where you can touch the stars by listening to the sound and tone of his voice.

While it is true that I have a cs profile, I am in fact not seeking, searching, or hoping to find someone here. 

I am not a girl who posts things that I'm into in order to challenge, direct, educate, entice, or seduce. I am simply here to hang out with friends and read interesting things. Sometimes, I engage in conversation. Mostly not so much.

I understand the argument that suggests I'm here and therefore, I must be looking for someone.  I'm really not.  I  know who I am and what I want. I do not need to be told. Thanks for the e-mails trying to assist, however!  I'm sure they were heartfelt to me and 100 other people.  I hope you find what you seek.

 These words have no meaning unless you know me.  That's the way I like it.

I'm not a mystery, I'm a person.