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Byrdie

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Short I'm looking for submissive men within 7 years of my own age (48 - 61) who are Greater Seattle / Puget Sound residents, and are available for a publically recognized relationship.

Before I even meet someone who is local to Seattle, I get asked what I will do with them. I am a literal-minded person and I honestly don't know: each person, and each dynamic is different. Do you have a chastity device? I'd love to talk to you about that, while you're wearing it. How do you feel about being touched on the first meeting, in public? On which parts of you, and how firmly? Do you mind being called 'boy'? Being called 'cute'? I hope so, becuase I'm likely to do it anyway. I’m fully vaccinated, complete with three boosters.
Long I'm a supposedly mature, Black SBBW. I'm sort of a geek (or is it nerd?) light, enjoy genre media, am allergic to most dander bearing animals (if you have cats, kindly don't contact me; dogs ... eh, maybe), and am one of the city's car-free wonders. I look like a cross between Whoopi Goldberg and Sidibe Gabourey. I was raised in the wild by Beanie Babies. I'm a dominant-leaning hedonist, sadist, and sensualist who has been connected to the Seattle BDSM scene for almost 20 years. I'm ultimately looking to develop a female led relationship with a special long-term Seattle resident. I have a lifetime membership to the Center for Sex Positive Culture, such as it presently is. I’m also fascinated by faceless hoods. Pyramidhead and the Nurses in “Silent Hill”. The kissing couple in some Rene Magritte art. The demons in “Jacob’s Ladder”. A perance artist who crawled around on the floor at a Seattle Erotic Arts Festival with a scarf wrapped around her entire head, slinking beneath the boards holding up the 2-D art. It both attracts and repels me, and I want to play with that more. I enjoy receiving service - both domestic and body, face-sitting, tickling, tease and denial, edging, dry nursing, "devotional sex", caning, biting and other sorts of primal play, some electrical play, discreet public play, men in sexy panties, watersports, watching men lick up their own cum (be it on me or elsewhere), getting fucked by a man who is wearing a strap-on or penis sleeve, CBT, and receiving oral sex on demand. If you'd like to meet to chat, I'm up for a G-PG rated beverage and a walk while playing Pokémon Go. Don’t play? If you want to please me you’ll get the app and choose Team Instinct before we meet. I would love to meet up and talk to a local man who is both available for a relationship and willing to wear a secured chastity device during that talk: I'm curious about chastity as it sounds like an in-person discussion would be quite amusing.
Black Pervert: a documentary I'm in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JpvsSZ19lHQ

(My segment was recorded at the O'Kink Family Reunion in August 2014, the Sunday after the Black Beat Conference in Baltimore, Maryland.)
They may still be interviewing! If you want to be part of the project, contact the filmmakers through their website: http://truestoriesproductions.com/frames_home.html

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 Byrdie

 Dominant Female

 Seattle 

 Washington

 5' 6"

 54

 Hetero

 African Descent

 07/14/08

 

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11/29/2022 2:28:49 PM

Huh. I got contacted by a man on FetLife who fits so many of my criteria that I'm actually tempted:

  • lives one city over
  • within 7 years of my age
  • in an open relationship (will verify that it's actually open)
  • has a car


He already has some chastity devices, and we have overlapping interests. We're sizing each other up, but he sounds eager to meet.

eeeee!

 


11/23/2022 2:43:05 PM

Huh. 

I got a reply back from CollarSpace Support about age edits to profiles: they're supposed to be automatically approved.

Here's the problem: they have to be done on a Windows PC for automatic approval. I guess everyone else is SOL. 

{#emotions_dlg.scared}


10/31/2022 9:22:14 PM

As annoying as it is to have to edit my profile every year if I want to show an accurate age, I think I can see why this website isn't set up to accept birthdates: privacy. Some people don't want to share their birthdate - or even a close approximate - with every single personals site they're on.

Okay. Fine. 

Perhaps have users input the age once, and having the site +1 the age each year after the original sign-on date?

Or have users put in their birth year, have the site calculate the age and, again, have the site increase the age by 1, once a year, at the anniversary of the original account creation?

Ages stay mostly accurate, and folks don't have to have their profiles taken down just for a small yearly adjustment.


10/28/2022 9:13:57 PM

The current rash of folks who are out of my preferred age range, not local, and not submissive has spurred me to actually reach out to some local folks. In doing so, I saw some notes I'd left after reaching out to a few here ... who have since logged on and never wrote back.

No answer is indeed an answer.

Unless there's a specific turn of phrase or stunning picture, I don't reach out to folks who aren't part of the demographic I'm interested in. I also skim profiles in order to avoid folks who've obvious filtered me out ... through given the silence I encounter not everyone is as forthcoming as I am.

Still, every so often the amount of attention prompts me to wonder if anyone actually local might be as interested as folks in another time zone or generation. It's worth a shot, at least.


5/25/2022 5:36:19 PM

I understand that this may sound bizarre to some folks, but I have an idea regarding the slow turnaround time for getting a profile updated here: only update your profile when you're considering taking a break from the site.

Check your profile: what age does it list you as? If you haven't joined within the past year, it's probably not your current age. Rather than requesting a birthdate, CollarSpace asks us for our age. To keep an accurate profile, we'd have to edit it once a year. If you're taking a break anyway, maybe adjust your age to one year into the future - or however long your breaks from this site usually take - so that it has a chance of being accurate upon your return.

Look at your photos: do you still look like that? Has your hair, body shape, or anything else changed at all? Before putting your profile on hiatus, consider updating your photos to be current.

What about your location? Have you moved? Are you planning to move? Why not update that as well?

Will your profile be perfectly accurate upon your return? Maybe, maybe not. Will it be much more accurate than it would be if you left it alone? Almost certainly, and you wouldn't have had to get grumpy about the wait. {#emotions_dlg.cool}


5/23/2022 2:33:48 PM

I do wish that there was some way toj ust enter at least a birth year into this system and let it automatically update user ages. Having it be be almost a year off is better than what I just saw: 15 years out of date.


This is actually messing up people's ability to search, considering that almost nobody wants to update their profile because it'll be in a pending status for months to seasons on end.


I also miss the forums, as that seems like a better place to post this.


5/23/2022 8:18:57 AM

I lost my voice a week ago, and am still recovering from it.


I attended a street fair yesterday with a friend: between gesturing, my smartphone, and her I managed to communicate with others when necessary, but I agree: if this keeps up for much longer, I may need to learn sign language.

Still, it was lovely to just have a last minute adventure. It's been a while.


5/21/2022 2:55:56 PM

Whee. I have laryngitis.


5/21/2022 6:08:22 AM

I recently downloaded an app called Big. I typed a word into it, took a screenshot of it, and used it as my phone's lock screen:

 

laryngitis

 

So, no coffee dates for a while.


4/24/2022 8:50:21 AM

Good grief. I've barely been back for a week and I'm already experiencing burnout after dealing with a bunch of people who are either too far away or outside of the age range I specified. 

Then folks complain about not getting responses, or getting ghosted.

ugh.


4/22/2022 10:48:57 PM

Be local, because I want to touch you

I get that there’s a desire for online play, and that a lot of people are into it. That’s fine. People want what they want, and there’s nothing wrong with that: it’s how they go about getting it that’s the issue.

I specifically request that my potential suitors be local because I’m not interested in online relationships. I want to meet you, get coffee or something, go for a walk, see your expressions while I hear your voice, evaluate your demeanor, feel if there’s any spark between us. If that spark exists, I want to touch you. I can’t do that online.

Appreciation from afar is okay - I suppose, but unless you’re local or at least have already booked a visit to Seattle, I’m not interested. Visiting the Seattle for business or pleasure? Great. Hinting that it might happen if I give you enough online attention first? Nope.

There are people here who are looking for online relationships. Feel free to talk to them, as they’re who you’re looking for. If that’s what you’re interested in, you’re not looking for me.


4/21/2022 11:49:14 PM

First Impressions

After I posted about being stood up for my first meet-and-greet / coffee date in years, a few folks seemed to question my lack of anger, or at least my sort of perky take on it.
 
Let me explain. There’s a saying, “No answer is still an answer.” 
 
A first meeting, like a coffee date, is a first impression. Being a no-show without announcing one is bailing before the scheduled time is … significant. It can indicate a lot of things:
  • a tendency to make bad choices
  • poor time management skills 
  • bad luck streak
  • passive-aggressive tendencies 
  • tolerance testing
This last one is particularly significant. Last week was not the first time someone ghosted me and then promptly started asking for a 2ⁿᵈ chance. Complying would have set a precedent: how many times can someone test my patience, fail to keep up their end of a deal before I walk?
 
The guy could’ve written me earlier, he could’ve taken a ride share. He did neither.
 
He told me that he was currently experiencing a bad turn in his life. Okay, but why decide to drag a new person into that? Misery loves company?
 
I showed up, and as a quirk of timing gave him slightly longer than the 15 minutes I’d originally allotted for him to show or at least communicate. I did my part, and thus I have nothing to prove. 
 
If this was a test of his, I’m fine with failing. I racked up some serious points that day. 

4/21/2022 11:10:09 PM

hooray! My edited profile has been accepted! I didn't see email announcing this, I simply logged today and noticed. 

So, the forum is gone. That's too bad: I never got the hang of random chat, and preferred the forums for structured communication with random people around the world.

I'm re-learning the system. When viewing folks who've viewed me, I'm uncertain if there's a way to check someone's location on the mobile app without clicking on their profile: I know that I can do it if they have a photo, but I don't think a phone app has a "mouse over"-type feature as the regular website does.

I really wish that email would filter for distance the way that member searches do. If I'm not looking for folks over a certain number of miles away from me, why would I want mail from them to show up anywhere other than my Bulk mailbox?

Still, with the rumors I've been reading elsewhere about how long it was taking for profiles to get approved, I'm surprised that my account got reinstated so quickly.

I took a break from CollarSpace in 2019. If nothing else, this site was good for the occasional coffee date: more likely than not, the person would actually show up. I'm uncertain if things will change, but I'm curious to give it another go.


4/14/2022 11:54:30 AM

A few days ago I scheduled a coffee date with someone on a different kinky site. I'd accidentally sent him a "wink" when my finger slipped on his profile, which was unfortunate as he also identifies as a dominant. However, he DMed me about having submissive tendencies that he didn't mention on his profile (nothing on there about being a switch). We chatted off and on for a few days and then decided to schedule a coffee date.

 

He's in another city, but close enough that I wasn't too worried about his commute. He was way younger than what I was looking for, but he assured me that he wasn't worried about the age discrepancy. He wasn't commercially attractive, so I wasn't completely suspicious of his motives, but he was quite vague in direct messaging about what he was hoping for. 

 

Having bussed over, I got there early enough to get a to-go tea and grab a table. We'd talked about getting warm beverages and going for a walk while we chatted, weather permitting. I played Pokémon Go as I waited, having multiple tasks and projects to address in the game as apparently beating Team Rocket Go Boss Giovanni wasn't enough for one day.

 

I experimented with ways to look up when someone came in without looking expectant. He and I had traded photos, so we pretty much knew what each other looked like. I committed to staying at least 15 minutes after our official meeting time as getting parking in that neighborhood could be tricky. We hadn't swapped phone numbers, so I checked the site periodically to see if he'd contacted me: nothing.

 

A PoGo raid started at 3:15pm on the dot, so I left closer to 3:25pm ... just after he sent several messages to me over the kink site about his truck giving up the ghost to the tune of $4,000 and him being so worried about it all.

 

Uh-huh.

 

It's possible that he was telling the truth and that this wasn't some really, really bad attempt at a scam. But then I remembered his reported age, the vagueness about what he was hoping for, the secret reveal that he was interested in finding a domme; and I think that maybe I dodged a bullet.

 

Mollena Williams-Haas once talked about gameifying putting oneself out there by awarding oneself points to being brave enough to try, pulling together the energy to be bothered, presenting oneself attractively, and - in this case - even bothering to show up. So, hey - I have more points!

 

And that tea was quite lovely.


5/6/2017 7:05:23 PM
I scared away another online suitor. I think I know what happened.
 
A stranger presents me with some unsolicited, bizarre scenario that he's been fantasizing about and wants agreement on. I view it as a fiction idea that someone is pitching, and engage in dialog that involves tweaking it - or, if you like, loudly marveling at the gaping logic holes - as people tend to do in online forums. 
 
This does not seem to be what is wanted, but pretending that these are hot ideas sounds boring and irritating. I engage in fantasy play with my partners, not with strangers. And those people who are my partners appreciate the thought I put into geeking out enough to turn a concept into an actionable plan.
 
With a random stranger online, stating "Well, this fantasy you've had for months or years isn't workable because X, Y, & Z; but if you settle you can have 2/3rds of it as a real-world application" is presumably just not as sexy as saying "And that is how I shall have you, worm.” Who knew?

3/28/2017 7:42:32 PM

Thoughts on anal sphincter relaxation

 

Early on, I discovered something interesting: one partner startled me in bed by suddenly play-acting and shaking me roughly while scolding me. I was so taken aback by the sudden action that my sphincter opened up and anal play happened very smoothly.  My understanding is that there's Fight, Flight, and Submit reactions in the body - either my sphincter opened in reparation for me to empty my bowels and run, or my body relaxed itself in preparation for violation with minimal trauma. I'm not sure of which, but it worked.

 


 

Oddly, the best book I found on anal experimentation is Anal Pleasure & Health by Jack Morin, Phd. There's something about reading the book that actually will relax my outer sphincter.  Not something I can take to bed with a partner unless we're in a very peculiar scene, but just knowing that it could happen was intriguing.

 


 

For years I could not understand what people meant by "relax". I could bathe, lay around, read, get a massage, listen to gentle music, etc. and it wouldn't matter: my sphincter would still be locked shut.  During a discussion circle at a local sacred sexuality center, someone voiced some advice: 

"You know how when you're watching a very small human asleep in its cradle, and when it breathes it sort of stretches? It's like watching one of those 'plump when you cook 'em' hot dog commercials, right? If you breathe like that while relaxing, elongate your spine and stretch out, your part of the way there. The other part, and I know this sounds weird, is to picture yourself breathing through your asshole.  Seriously! Give it a try, and picture the air passing through your body."

 

We tried it.

 

"You can feel it, right?"

 

Some of us could, and I was one of them.  I've used this since, and it helps a lot.

 


 

I've never liked heating or cooling lubes on my vulva. They give me an unpleasant burning sensation. I don't want to fuck when I use them, I just want them off. However, one day I was playing around with a sample of Blossom Organics "Warm Sensation Moisturizing Lubricant" I'd gotten from favorite sex toy store, and it occurred to me to try it on my ass.  

 

This was an excellent idea. The warmth was gentle enough to be (supposedly) safe to use on mucus membranes, so I wasn't in agony. However, it was warm enough to help relax my outer sphincter. It was NOT a numbing lube, just a warming one.  YMMV, but it might worth investigating.

 


 

In my particular experience, after forcing or being forced to deal with anal pain, it takes a months of gentling to convince my sphincter muscles that it's safe and that I won't allow them to be harmed again. There's no rushing this, and I no longer stay in relationships where I feel the need to do so. 


1/5/2017 9:42:23 PM

A few years back I contacted a dominant woman about borrowing her submissive husband for an evening, if they both were agreeable and interested. They were. :) He and I met up at a local coffee house to confirm that we clicked, and we did. He and his dominant were former members of the CSPC, so he was fine with going there to play. Once safely enclosed in his car, we began to negotiate in ernest. I warned him that I as much as I love being gone down upon, I rarely orgasm from it. He let me know that he was perfectly happy to have intercourse with me, but he wouldn’t come from it; he tended to orgasm by masturbating while being facesat. It sounded good to me.

We talked about the specifics of facesitting. I hadn’t had the best luck with the activity in the past. It was either uncomfortably bony-feeling to sit on an angular face, especially one with a big nose; or my knees ached from trying to keep my weight off the face. He assured me that he’d played with women much larger than me and that he’d taken their weight on his face, and offered to give me some positioning pointers for the sake of my comfort.

Despite his previous membership to the Center, he’d never been to a just-sex party before and he was unsure of how it all worked. However, since neither of us were exhibitionists I reassured him that we’d be playing in the back rooms where voyeurs could only go if invited to watch a specific scene. His main kink is facesitting combined with - as he put it in his profile - “free booty cleanings for women age 40+ and 200lbs+”. ahem. I’d contacted his wife just as soon as I stopped giggling over that phrase.

As I stripped, I specifically posed so he could get a look at my ass. His eyes widened with appreciation. “Wow. I couldn’t tell by looking at you from the front.”

“Yeah, I suppose what little hips I have don’t cue people off. It’s more of an out-the-back shape than a side-to-side one.”

He started grasping my ass with his startlingly cold hands. I squeaked.

“It’s really nice.”

I tried not to snort as I said, “Thank you.” I think a giggle escaped, though. “Wanna see a trick?”

He grinned. “Are you gonna booty clap?”

“No, this is something I did for a few friends of mine once. Okay, feel me up again.”

He did, then let go. I then tensed up the muscles. “Now try again.”

“Huh. No. I mean, yeah - I can feel the muscles, but you still got some nice jiggle there.”

“Ah, well. Once I surprised a physical therapist with that one. I guess you’ll just have to settle for what I have now.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Poor me.”

Indeed, he really liked my ass - he was impressed with how muscular and soft it was all at the same time. He kept reaching over to feel it, which occasionally prompted more squeaks because his hands stayed cold.

As part of instruction we tried a position that involved him sitting on the floor (on a pillow covered by a pillow case, as he was naked) and me sitting upon his head while my legs were over the ledge of the bed. It was … okay, though it took a minute to get into a good position. After a bit more fussing over the instructional part, he noticed that I wasn’t particularly aroused. I admitted that I was more in student-geek mode than anything else. He suggested pleasuring me first so that I’d be aroused for the facesitting. He’d bragged about his prowess on the ride over, assuring me that he’d had no trouble getting women off and that I’d come just fine; and he was stunned to realize that I’d been right about the challenge. After a pleasant while he asked if he could slip a finger into my vagina and I agreed, then - to his surprise - asked him to add another. That’s when I started getting loud. I adore g-spot stimulation. It’s not the same as a clitoral orgasm, but I have no complaints on that score.

His face was covered with my juices and his back with sweat by the time we stopped to rest, and then agreed to try penetration. He’d warned me that he might bottom out, given that he had an 8 - 9 inch cock, so we negotiated what we’d do in that eventuality. He got one of the larger-size condoms I’d brought on, I got into what the Romans used to call the Lioness position. The Center provides average size condoms, but I was taking no chances and brought some larger ones. He told me that the one he selected fit him perfectly.

He slid in, and I was braced to yelp for lube. Thankfully wonderful foreplay and a pre-lubricated condom worked wonders and we were off. Have you ever seen Red Dwarf? To quote Cat:

"Put a Black 'n' Decker on it and I can go through walls, baby!"

Goddamn, that boy was energetic. Oh, my. There’s something to be said for virility combined with talent. Pardon me. I’m just going to go to my Happy Place for a moment. Mmmmm. Ah. Much better. Thank you. Back to the story.

He was shocked that he didn’t bottom out, especially as we were in the perfect position for it. As it turns out, my glutes are a sort of fleshy armor that help to protect my cervix. He was so unused to this result that the little sneak started trying to bang my cervix by fucking me even harder and deeper, and even grabbing my shoulders to press as far in as he could. Nope. EpicBooty to the rescue! Granted, I was still yowling from all the love my g-spot was getting, but there was no pain. (And *neener* to him for trying. hmph.)

Once done and disentangled, he pulled on his jeans and asked if people would mind if he walked out front to the bathrooms without a shirt on.

“Hon, you could walk out there naked and the worst that would happen is that people would check out your dick. You’re fine.”

Off he went while I curled up and reaffirmed my belief in Santa Claus, who’d arrived early this year.

When he came back and dropped trou, he suddenly got very, very cold. I got up in search of a blanket as he went fetal, and he got him covered. I curled up into the flat sheet and lay with him for a while. I kept offering to share body heat, but he wasn’t used to cuddling with people he barely knew. I thought that was a little odd given what all we’d already done and were planning to do, but he was responsive and his teeth weren’t audibly chattering, so I didn’t think he was in so much distress that I needed to force myself upon him. (And if he’d kept refusing by that point, I’d like to think that I would have found a Dungeon Monitor to help rather than traumatize him with unwanted touch while he was already in a bad way.) He warmed up and marveled that I had gotten up, bold as brass, and walked around the back room looking for a blanket while stark naked. Well, there was one other couple in the back room, and they were preoccupied happily with each other. Also, this was the Center. If I couldn’t walk around naked in from of people *there* I might as well just give up on any sort of public nudity. The Center is very welcoming and forgiving. Hell, they even used to run an an off-site clothing optional swim.

But I digress.

We decided to try me kneeling over him. I was nervous about it, but willing try. He asked if I was okay with him ejaculating on me. My usual rule is, “you splash me, you lick it up”. Hey, I’ll lick, kiss, and suck my juices from my partner’s mouth if they’ll let me. Like many men I’ve been with, he was disturbed by the idea, but let me know that he generally didn’t splash more than few drops that far. I figured that since I hadn’t negotiated this possibility with his dominant, that I’d allow him some slack this time.

I discovered that his willingness to have my entire weight resting on his face meant that a great deal of strain was taken off of my knees. It took a while to get the ideal positioning right, and he eventually asked me to spread my ass cheeks to allow him better access. Once I did that, his tongue went straight up my ass and started researching quite thoroughly. I was gasping and rocking and groaning, which isn’t something I often get from anal play.

I’m not sure of how I knew when to raise off of him. He was jerking off, and rarely took his hands off his cock. I think I was watching the shifts in his legs. When he was fine, he’d lay still. When it started to get difficult, one leg would start to rise a little. I’d move forward onto my arms to keep my knees from taking it. He’d gasp, get some air, and then kiss one of my buttocks. I’d flail a little on getting back on my knees (hey! Remember, I’m still a novice at this, thank you very much!) but once up I got much smoother at settling down onto his mouth. This went on for a while until he started making odd noises. I wondered if I was hurting him, then looked down. He was still jacking off, so I leaned forward a bit. His noises got louder and he came. Even with me leaning forward, he was right - I maybe got an eighth of a drop on my breast and the same on my belly. No worries, easy to wipe off.

I was in no pain at all when we were done. Putting as much weight as I could on his face saved my knees. Once I’d scooted over to let him up and he caught his breath, he said, “Wow, I came *really fast*. I never come that fast.” I guess all of the stopping and starting and adjusting didn’t take away from the experience for him.

He turned cold again and we got the blanket out for him again. As we lay there, he commented, “Your ass is really clean. Like, that’s the cleanest ass I’ve had my faces in.”

“Well, I promise: I did not do any special cleaning for you.”

He blinked at me. “You didn’t?!?”

“Nope. No enemas or nothin’.”

“WOW. I didn’t taste anything. That never happens.”

Best. Pillow talk. EVAR.

Unfortunately, I discovered today that I didn't clearly read the fine print on the dominant's profile. While the couple plays with other people together and separately, it's a one time deal each time with no repeats. So, while I finally had a good experience with facesitting, I don't get to repeat it with the guy who made it so amazing. I've only kicked myself a little for not fully reading the dominant's profile - that could have ended badly, and I was very lucky that it didn't. But still, drat.

Now, at least, if someone offers me their face as a seat, I know that I can not only facesit them but enjoy it. Good memories and education: it's hard to feel all that let down. I hope that both of them continue to have a wonderful time together and with others. They're generous, smart, beautiful and gave me something wonderful.


6/23/2016 9:49:43 PM
Before you message me, you should know something.

If you don't live near me, and are not as close to my age as I'm looking for - that is, if you don't fit the criteria I list in my profile - I'm likely not going to keep up a correspondence with you.  I may respond to a message or two, but that'll be about it.

I understand that there are people who cast a wider net than I do, and that's fine.  However, I'm not interested in being in that net.  I know that there are people here who are looking for sexy chat, or outright online play.  Again, that's fine; and again, I'm not. 

"You want what you want, and there's nothing wrong with that.  It's how you go about getting it that's the issue." - a former partner of mine

I agree with that statement.  I try to find people with whom I'm compatible, and I try to watch for statements or criteria that rule me out.  There are billions of people in the world, so for me this just helps me narrow my field more efficiently.  Other people don't see it that way.

That's fine.  I'm just not interested in conversing with those people.



5/23/2016 3:25:30 PM
CFNM gaming party.

Heh.  I went to a Clothed Female / Naked Male gaming party last Tuesday.  It was darling.  At one point, we actually had an even gender distribution of participants, even with wonky arrival times.  However, the host managed to create an atmosphere that was safe for the masculine-of-center and feminine-of-center folks.  The rules:

  1. There was a brief, clothed social hour.
  2. At the end of the social hour, any men who would be staying clothed had to leave. (Some naked men freak out in the company of clothed men.)
  3. The doors would lock before the party started. Anyone could leave, but nobody new could enter.
  4. It wasn't a sex or BDSM play party.  However, service like shoulder massage over clothes, or foot massages, or fetch-and-carry, was encouraged for those who consented.
  5. The focus of the party was for the benefit of the feminine gaze, so being presentable was important.
  6. The games involve board and card games the would last under a certain amount of time (no longer than 40 - 60 minutes).
  7. Negotiations and clear consent were mandatory.

I only got to play two games, and my favorite was Coup ... possibly because I won.  :)  I did, however, not only game in a group of lovely naked men; but I proved a small amount of geekiness by introducing one of the men to Will Wheton's Tabletop

web series.

5/15/2016 11:47:00 PM
I'm amazed.

I see profile after profile of men complaining about (presumably just the predatory) financial and professional dominants here.  However, not less than an hour ago I read a message from a user here who offered me $500 to put on a little cam show for him.  It's not the first time that I've been offered money by guys here, either.

I don't get it.  If there are that many professional and financial dominants here, so many that some users claim they're the only women here, why aren't these guys offering them the money?  o.O

4/12/2016 10:29:26 AM
I love the Women's Sovereign Tea.

Last month I got to beat up a pretty girl so hard that she was bruising before we stopped.  I have to be careful with some of my non-leather toys, though - apparently they cut!  Luckily we got her healed up and she still wanted to continue playing!  Hooray!

This past Sunday I got to play with a friend who had lost his interest in playing a few years ago and has been slowly getting it back in fits and starts.  We used almost everything in my toy bag and a few things in his.  The theme for this month's tea was pink (lots of rhubarb in the delicacies served) and I was pleased to make his skin match the theme.  Paddles, floggers, and a long leather item that was somewhere between a tawse, a strap, and a dragon's tongue whip.

The shrieks of the boy on the table across the dungeon as the nipple clamps were put on and taken off between bouts of CBT added wonderfully to the atmosphere.

I swear, that's my favorite event.

3/27/2016 9:13:06 AM
My Warning Label "Not recommended for immediate, intensive use; extensive testing period of self and proven familiarity with Byrdie required. Recommended in measured, finite doses for general populace for intellectual and sometimes recreational use; rarely administered in frequent, strong doses for individual emotional ties and bonding - though proven highly effectual in select cases."

2/15/2016 3:06:55 PM
I got to voice acting the title character in Alex Chapmon's video comic book:

"Amanda Jackson, Controversial Dominatrix

"

She's a bit hardcore, but it was fun to play the villain.



2/14/2016 10:30:52 AM
And this weekend I am reminded once again of why I would never find a purely online relationship satisfying.

My servant traveled 4 hours to spend our first anniversary together this weekend. I've tormented him, had him do lifting, carrying, and cooking.  I made him kneel before me and service me as I read the Valentine's Day card he gave me.

I love my life.

2/11/2016 4:10:50 PM
Oh, hell.  All the cool kids are dong it, and I'm sure you've been waiting for me to throw my info in.

== Results from http://bdsmtest.org/

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97% Dominant
95% Master/Mistress
95% Degrader
90% Sadist
82% Owner
80% Daddy/Mommy
79% Non-monogamist
66% Primal (Hunter)
59% Brat Tamer
53% Rigger
50% Switch
46% Experimentalist
37% Ageplayer
31% Girl/Boy
30% Pet
28% Vanilla
23% Brat
22% Degradee
21% Primal (Prey)
16% Submissive
15% Voyeur
10% Exhibitionist
9% Rope Bunny
7% Masochist
4% Slave


See my results online at http://bdsmtest.org/result.?id=1448822


11/24/2015 7:51:46 AM
In the fifth installment of Laura Antoniou's Marketplace series, The Reunion, she introduces the concept of a "grudge slave". The idea is that if someone truly wants a slave specifically upon whom to vent some racial, nationalistic, class, or gender-based rage upon - and do little else with - there are slaves that specialize in taking such abuse. Generally such slaves don't last long in the fictional Marketplace - after a year or two they apparently either take a break and train to switch specialties or just retire from serving altogether.  

It occurred to me recently that much play that involves reparations, Female Superiority ... any type of race, class, or similar play that involves or mirrors a serious real-world disparity between the players ... could be classified under the umbrella of "grudge play". Not all of it, though, as I suppose some of it is happy and friendly, and that it's the taboo rather than the rage that runs through even the make-believe. But I would say that any such play that isn't inherently light-hearted could probably be filed under "grudge play," just as certain forms of rough sex - with or without the feeling of menace - could be considered types of "ravagement play".

I don't fantasize about this sort of play. I've engaged in it a couple of times at the behest of others, and it never interested me - it felt false and uncomfortable more than anything.  I know people for whom it's very hot, I respect that; and thus I think about it time to time as an intellectual curiosity.  Hence this post

I'm reminded of something else. Almost hand-in-hand with the expectation that I might be interested in "reparations" play or something similar comes the assumption that of course I'm going to want to take a giant strap-on to whoever my luckless white submissive play partner may be. I agree with Bitchy Jones on this topic

: I don't get enough out of strap-on play to be bothered. It sounds great in theory, but my actual experience with it suggests that I get very little feedback from it either for the sake of pleasure or the sake of being hyper aware of if the tip of the dildo is about to nudge anything fragile.

There's also the fact that preparing for anal play can take a long time, especially if the receptive partner's sphincter is pretty much slammed shut. Unless I'm very familiar and in love with someone, I couldn't care less about the inside of their ass. Thus the idea of coaxing and catering for an activity from which I get so little physical pleasure sounds incredibly boring to me.

GxG actually suggested that - at least for anal enthusiasts, and for certain types of misbehavior - I consider initiating a strap-on scene and being porn-star rough with the errant submissives. I suppose if that was negotiated ahead of time as a possible punishment, and if I already had some idea of what the submissive could take; then I could throw some bullet vibes into the strap-on's pouch and make certain that there was enough lube on both the dildo and up the submissive; that just then (and only then) plowing them as I saw fit could work. Indeed, now I can understand how - for some people - topping for strap-on play can be hot.  

...

Except that I have empathy with regards to how such a scenario could go wrong. There are probably people who could take it, but there's always a learning curve when playing with a new person. I think that I'm mainly worried about how intrigued I am by the whole idea.

Again, this is more an intellectual exercise for me than anything else.  Again, I still don't fantasize about either race play or servicing the anuses of strangers. It's an intriguing set of ideas in theory, but even considering the reality of it sets my teeth on edge.  It remains a big ol' nope for me.

7/3/2015 12:34:15 PM

I first really started paying attention to musical and fashion styles in the 80s, when terms like gender-bending were becoming common nationally, if not internationally.  Prince, Adam and the Ants, Dead or Alive, Culture Club … bands floating in or around the New Romantic period were setting part of my standard for commercially beautiful male appearance.  The men didn’t have to be dainty - considering that Terry Lee from Adam and the Ants was physically huge compared to Adam and still looked pretty.  

 

The thing is, just approaching that level of pretty-looking is work.  This involved make-up, clothes, posture, and general style.  Or, to quote a later Adam Ant album title, Manners and Physique.  

 

And this is what I think of when I imagine cross-dressing.  The son in Down and Out in Beverly Hills.  Male Goths who wear skirts, chunky boots, and make-up.  Glenn Shadix’s characters from Bettlejuice or Demolition Man.  Hell, the men at Ecstatic Dance who wear wide, flowing dance pants, form-fitting tops, and perhaps even a scarf or hat when they’re feeling particularly cheeky.  Dandies.  

 

Men who got their colors done, figured out what cuts work for their body shapes, figured out what looks they want to cycle through depending on the temperature, and who work with what they have.  Those guys are hot to me.

 

I don’t consider cross-dressing to involve putting on an ill-fitting dress with shoes that don’t match, a bad wig, and worse make-up.  That is, at best, bad drag to my mind.  As I came up through my pre-teens, cross-dressing meant clothes that obviously crossed gender divides, not ones that abandoned one for the other. 

 

Now, I do have a thing for men in sheer panties. (Not ruffles.  I can’t find ruffles sexy on anyone.  Silly, yes.  Sexy, no.) Cocks are awesome.  Panties are awesome.  Put them together and it’s my Christmas in July.  Sheer, lace, fishnet - all those fabrics that our doctors tell us we should abandon in favor of cotton underwear?  Yeah, those - a man in sheer / see-through panties can be a delight for me to behold.  And that, really, is it for required feminine attire for me.

 

Sometimes I feel a little bad when a cross-dresser visits my profile and hopes that I’m interested in sissies.  I’m really not.  I’m interested in men who have discovered other fabrics and colors, who realize that they can be attractive and masculine without having to limit themselves to drab clothes.  Now, if someone wants pull off the Executive Transvestite look like Eddie Izzard and even the late Quentin Crisp, I will indeed take notice.

 

3/9/2015 9:42:16 AM
I met someone from Alt.com last month. Since the Winter Solstice we'd been corresponding a great deal by email and then switched to multi-hour phone calls about anything from daily minutiae to sweeping topics. We laughingly hatched a plan to meet on Friday the 13th and spend Valentine's Day weekend together. We both arranged alternate plans if we met and somehow didn't click for whatever reason.

We clicked.

My favorite memory from last weekend involves laying entwined on a bed, talking, cuddling, stroking, and kissing each other, and marveling at the rainbow patterns that the crystal prisms hanging in the window made on the ceiling, the walls, and our skin.

12/7/2014 1:43:09 PM
Apparently my Black Pervert documentary

segment was popular.  Someone made a Tumblr GIF set of me discussing watersports.  o.O

http://blackpervertdoc.tumblr.com/post/104592655172/latinegrasexologist-happybdsm-via-black


I'm gonna go be all blushy now.

11/8/2014 10:51:59 AM
Black Pervert: a documentary I'm in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JpvsSZ19lHQ



(My segment was recorded at the O'Kink Family Reunion in August 2014, the Sunday after the Black Beat Conference in Baltimore, Maryland.)


They're still interviewing!

 

If you want to be part of the project, contact the filmmakers through their website:

 

http://truestoriesproductions.com/frames_home.html

 


10/1/2014 1:23:57 PM
Great.  Now I'm all smitten and stuff.

9/4/2014 12:17:48 PM

(For the person who said my profile was too sparse and vague.)

Punching and pinching and kicking and hitting / Biting and scratching and tweaking and twisting / Meeting your partner(s) before we play / Are some of my favorite ways to spend the day

Hours of licking and blushing and kneeling / Good conversation and carrying and fetching / Genital torture until cuties sing / These are a few of my favorite things 

I love service, I love worship / When I'm feeling sad  / I think of a few of my favorite things / and I don't feel so bad. 

Bathing, anointing and massage and pedis / Face sitting, watersports, company at movies / Dred maintenance until my hair gleams / These are a few of my favorite things

Geeks, introspection, mindwalking and questions / Having you learn and anticipate my patterns  / Playing at the Center and being served tea / This is how you can be dear to me

I play publicly and I expect you to  / I have little to loose  / My minimum bar contains my favorite things  / "I will have it all" as I choose 

- Byrdie, 22 May 2011


8/31/2014 10:02:12 AM
CollarSpace is messing with me.  It hid mail in which I'd scheduled a meet and greet for today.  

My tablet is messing with me.  I made the arrangements while on the East Coast, and it automatically adjusted the time for my location ... to three hours earlier.

When I mailed the person with whom I suspected I was scheduled to meet, the missing mail showed up in the archived history of our conversational thread.  It's still not listed chronologically with the rest of my "received mail", though.  The hell?

I have never been so relieved to have a commercially attractive person cancel a meet-and-greet with me.  I think I would have been too frazzled to enjoy myself.

8/29/2014 9:51:14 AM
I live in a state that benefits from:
  • Seattle's Center for Sex Positive Culture, which has events happening every evening
  • marriage equality, where if one's union involves two consenting adults it can be formalized into a legal marriage
  • recreational marijuana, for when reading up on politics stresses one out too much
Now if we could just do something about the grey skies that occur nine months out of the year, this place would be perfect.

11/6/2013 9:57:05 AM

Today I read an article on io9 that offered the secrets to the success of ridiculous television shows.  One of the claims is that going "balls out crazy" with ones is fine and fun so long as it follows the basic premise of the show and rules of the world.

There is something about the phrase "balls out crazy" that tickles me.  Perhaps I'm just being particularly immature, but then I can assume that about whoever it was who coined the phrase and all of the people who continue to use it, so I guess I'm in good company.

The first time I heard the phrase "tripping balls" was from a co-worker describing a particularly odd evening they'd spent.  That also brought up some odd images, and my Id cackled in delight.

Phrases like "ball-busting" and "grow some balls" don't amuse me nearly as much, perhaps because they have a less-kind connotation to them.  However, "balls out crazy" and "tripping balls" suggest a sort of haplessness that gives me the giggles.

So much for the role of the dignified dominant.


8/10/2013 12:27:33 AM
Note to self: if I ever firewalk again and the coals are fresh(ened), let several people go ahead of me. >.<

5/19/2012 7:48:05 PM

I've just made an executive decision. Submissives who wish to contact me about being lowly worms may do so, but they have to replace the term lowly worm with Earthworm Jim.  Trading up, I am.


4/12/2012 1:54:37 AM

Ah, Spring Fever has found me. Oh, my.

 

I Feel a Sin Coming On


3/7/2012 10:06:28 AM

Bleah. I returned from San Francisco on Monday with an illness collected from travel. Given my symptoms; and the fact that yesterday - despite feeling slightly better - my temperature measured 100.5, I think I have a flu. So, yeah, I'm feeling terribly sexy right now.

I attended Midori's Forte Femme intensive weekend ( http://www.fortefemme.com/ ), which I've interested in for the past few years.  A local leather title holder once suggested that I try for Butchmann's ( http://www.butchmanns-experience.org/ ), but that seems mainly for people who identify as Leather folk and who are mesmerized by a certain set of protocols and standards. I've been aware of Leather culture for a few decades now; but while I respect it, it doesn't really call to me. Maybe it will someday in the future. It's nice to know that Butchmann's will be there if I feel the call: it'd be a lovely excuse to visit the Southwest. But I digress.

Forte Femme was perfect for me. Midori was fabulous, as always. Her TA was knowledgable and helpful. All of the students were very supportive. We started promptly on Friday night and kept going until Sunday evening. Saturday's field trips to Mr. S Leather Fetters and the new Wicked Grounds coffee house location were lovely. In the middle, we went to a secret location for a four-course gourmet dinner - catered to our individual dietary needs - served by people in fetish wear who put on little shows for us at various intervals.

So, I'm not too upset about being sick, given what I got out of the weekend. Wow. However, during my final I think that my fever flared. I had a bit of a breakdown, as my self-care instincts were at war with my timetable. If I flounced, I wouldn't graduate unless I re-enrolled and either got Midori to show up in Seattle or if I traveled to attend again. Time was of the essence. However, all I wanted to do was go back to my hotel room and lay down. With a peaking fever the idea of putting my best foot forward, keeping in mind a list of points to hit (open note test), and keeping my mind sharp seemed impossible. However, I got a lot of sympathy and gentle encouragement from the other students, was given an entire couch on which to stretch, and made it through well enough to graduate. yay! 

I can now say that I am certified in the arts of feminine dominance, and idea that simultaneously gives me the giggles and provides me with a sense of satisfaction.  I'm glad I went. I'm glad that I found ways to deal with the few challenges I faced, that I managed to go with the flow and appreciate what I had at the time, that I managed to treat myself well and change my circumstances when I could, and that I accepted offers of help when I needed it.

Occasionally I was mad at myself for not extending my trip. Then I consider how sick I am and am grateful that I went for long enough to be comfortable. I'd do some things differently, knowing what I know now, but I'd still go.


2/12/2012 1:00:11 AM

Between a useful book, helpful friends, and an informative sales person, I have managed my first evening out in heels without either lumbering, twisting an ankle, or twonking my back. yay!

Damn, these were higher than I thought. My companion tonight estimated them at 2.5" heels. They're 4" wedge heels.  Wow. I was told that I was walking okay in them and that I looked fine. I confessed that I with every step I heard the word "slut" in my head.

slut - slut - slut - slut - slut - slut ...

It was kinda fun, especially upon noticing that a tall 17 year old kept glancing at me in the restaurant. "Um, kid - I have a nephew older than you are. Stop that." Huh. Now that I think about it, maybe he was just envious of my outfit.

"Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
That delicate, satin draped frame?

As it clung to her thigh, I started to cry

'cause I wanted to be dressed just the same ..."

- Dr. Frankenfurter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show


2/8/2012 11:17:31 PM

Washington just passed a marriage equality bill. It's an odd feeling, to want to pat an entire state on the head and tell it that it did a good job. As a lifelong Seattleite, I am very proud to call Washington home right now. I'm only mildly pouty that we were the 7th state, rather than the 1st, to finally get the issue taken care of.

The Governor has to sign the bill, and then we have to defend against whatever Proposition b.s. comes up. After that, we should be good to go.

yay!


11/19/2011 4:28:01 PM

The song "sickboy" has been going through my head a lot recently. Perhaps I should look up the lyrics so that I can remember what it is I'm obsessing about ... past the "Trainspotting" character.


11/15/2011 3:42:31 PM

I just can't help but view people's teasing methods of being cheeky, naughty submissives as looking like complete idiocy on their parts. 

It's one thing if I know the naughtiness is coming, if it's been negotiated and I understand what they're up to. It's another if it's sprung upon me when I don't realize that we're either a) playing or b) playing that particular game. Inability to answer simple questions, pretending that they don't know if certain parts of their bodies are accessible ("What do you mean that you don't know if you like stimulation on your nipples? How long have you had the damn things?") and so on just make the person look like they're lacking basic intelligence to me. I don't consider stupidity sexy. It's why I don't get on with people who insist on interacting in written mediums but can neither type nor write well: not being able to present oneself well in writing online instantly leads me to consider the person less intelligent. It's not like it's impossible for someone to improve their typing and writing skills, either on their own or through local community classes.

I dealt with another "play dumber" today. Once I confirmed what he was doing, I blocked him.

I want to say that even if we never meet,  I appreciate those here who use language in order to actually communicate with me, especially those from non-English speaking countries who have taken the time to learn English well. I'm always embarrassed for my country when someone who grew up in the US couldn't be bothered to find a way to learn the national language competently before contacting me.


10/16/2011 3:49:47 PM

9/11/2011 9:19:30 PM

Today at the Domme Tea, spontaneous research showed that it is possible for a submissive to give a consistently good foot massage while having his genitals electro-shocked by remote control.

"Huh, so notch 7 is his upper limit, huh?"


9/10/2011 12:11:20 PM

My girl got her grades back from her first quarter of upgrading from an AA to a BA.  She now has a 3.47 GPA (grade point average) out of a possible 4.0

As of yesterday, she got the green light to start on hormones for her transition. Her blood work is being analyzed for testosterone levels so they can figure out how much anti-androgen and, I'm guessing, what type and how much estrogen to start her on.

Squee!


9/3/2011 11:12:16 PM

I have just discovered the unsend button for sent-email here.  Considering that there are a few messages I sent in the Spring that are no longer relevant, I think this is a good thing.


8/28/2011 12:11:48 PM

I got back from Cape Cod last night. There was this slight feeling of trying to outrun the storm, and each time we got a bit of turbulence I wondered if the pilots hadn't gunned it hard enough. There wasn't even that much traffic on the way to the airport.  *shrug*

The friend who hosted me got her family back home and all seems to fine. Hooray for getting out of Dodge!

I was happy to note that my girl was waiting for me outside when the shuttle dropped me off at some, so I had help getting my bags upstairs.  I handed her a plush cat from the Edward Gorey house almost immediately. She was amused.


8/22/2011 10:01:08 AM
Black Beat was small, but quite good this year. Now I'm at the airport waiting to start the next stage of my travels.

8/14/2011 6:27:46 PM

Okay, I'm back from Paradise Unbound.  It's amazing what four hours of sleep a night can do to a person who doesn't usually drink coffee.  gak.


8/10/2011 6:37:35 AM
Before bed I received a wonderful massage from the naked man who is currently sleeping on my floor. I love my life.

7/12/2011 8:01:40 PM

Interesting.  I can do something when browsing this site on my phone that I can't do when browsing it on my main machine.  Hmmm.  >:>


7/3/2011 11:48:13 PM

In honor of our second anniversary, I gave my girl a promise ring.  The promise?  When she's done with college in two years, if we're both still of similar mindsets, we're going to seriously discuss the concept of "forever" that we've been hinting at from time to time.  

 

Things could change in two years.  She's been through and will continue to go through a lot.  i'm figuring out my future. But given what we've already seen each other through, I don't think it's unreasonable to promise to have a conversation in two years.

 

I do not move quickly, but when I do move? I do so decisively.


6/7/2011 10:49:30 PM

My girl has thighs of mostly stone.  Holy crap!  I could only attach the zipper to her upper inner thighs.  Fooey.

 

Well, I tried.  And hey, I made a toy!


6/2/2011 8:53:05 PM

Wow.  Those "zipper" toys made out of thin rope and clothespins really work.  His inner thighs were pleasantly sore the next morning.  I can see why mean tops like them.  If my girl and I play this weekend, I'm bringing that out again.  

 

In other news, today was "buy only books written by women at the awesome local bookstore" day.  I got Diary of a Wombat and Diary of a Baby Wombat for a friend's family, the late Octavia E. Butler's fledgling, a vampire novel; Boneshaker by Cherie Priest, a Steampunk novel set in gold rush-era Seattle; and Zoo City by Lauren Beukes, which seems to be a magically-tinted Cyberpunk novel.  All of these should keep me from pouncing on the novels that will keep me company in airports and on planes in August when I'm on my way to Black Beat.  squee!


6/1/2011 10:56:36 AM

I have a new boy.  Well, sort of the way a human has a stray cat who likes their porch a little more than other people's, but still.  Good grief.  He's my age but seems so much younger.  He's new to the scene, eager and damn near shines in his energy.  He's an excellent writer, a great conversationalist, a romantic, a pain slut, gorgeous, a CSPC member ... wow.  

 

The upshot of this is, of course, is that I'm a little less interested in contacts through CollarMe, where being stood up for a meet & greet is somewhat common.  I've noticed that by the time I return to CollarMe, I'm very much ready to return to my community to be social again ... which invariably finds me some shiny new play partners.  0.o

 

I like how things work out.


5/22/2011 8:47:55 PM

What is this stuff that I see on people's profiles from time to time?  

 

 ------------ end ideal person --------------------------- begin topics profile ---------------------- end topics profile ------------------ begin fetish checklist --------------------- end fetish check list -------------------------- begin other profiles ----------------------- end other profiles ----------

 

Is there some sort of profile bank somewhere and folks keep forgetting to scrape the footers off of it?


5/22/2011 7:58:29 AM

I went to the Seattle Erotic Arts festival yesterday with my girl.  If you go today, make sure to visit the Queeriodic Table and the Electro Bike, as both were quite fun.  I didn't get any of the art displayed on the floor but did pick up some items from the festival store.

 

Today I may try for the University Street Fair.  I must dress for drizzle, but am looking forward to it anyway.  I go almost every year.


5/21/2011 8:10:33 AM

squee!

 

My girl got accepted into her goal university.  

 

squee!

 

She found out yesterday.

 

squee!


5/21/2011 8:05:36 AM

I'm currently reading Bitch Goddess: The Spiritual Path of the Dominant Woman, edited by Pat Califia and Drew Campbell.  It's a compilation of essays, poetry and short fiction organized by theme:

 

  1. Goddesses Ancient and Post-Modern
  2. The Sacred Prostitute
  3. God/dess: Engendering the Divine
  4. Bitch Ethics
  5. Rites of Passage
I'm currently reading Robin Sweeny's essay, My Life as a Consort, in the God/dess section. 
So far, the book is a pretty fascinating read.  Research is attributed.  I've read some fairly poetic prose. It's possible to skip around without losing much of the feel of the book as a whole.  It was published in 1997 by the Greenery Press, so I'm not sure of how easy it is to find anymore.  However, I recommend it for folks interested in this topic.

5/17/2011 12:18:29 AM

Good grief, it's been a long time since I've updated this.

 

The bitable cutie I mentioned almost two years ago is almost certainly the girl who currently serves me.  We're attending the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival together this year.

 

I got a cutting on my left bicep last Tuesday.  Tomorrow will be the last day I plan to deliberately irritate it in the hopes of getting it to scar.  When before it was simply an impressive piece of work, now it looks downright sinister.  Parts of it have started to bleed, so I think it's getting sick of the irritation.  Still, it's impressive and I still feel like a bit of a badass.


7/24/2009 6:37:42 AM
All is quite well. eeee! :)

7/19/2009 11:41:23 AM
o_0 Impromptu date with PlayGirl last week. Date with a guy I've been crushing over for years last Friday. Queried during the week and found out yesterday that a hot guy had loved me years ago and loves me now. Date with a bitable cutie last night. Date with my primary today. Date with another cutie on Wednesday. I think I do better just being social at the Center and related events than I do online. I write well, but I think that sites like this are mainly a social-presence things for me than anything else.

6/29/2009 8:29:44 PM
I spent Saturday helping one of my new play partners move into their home ... which is in the same neighborhood as mine. I have a date with Thing 1 on Wednesday and Thing 2 on Saturday. Yep, life sucks.

6/24/2009 8:23:09 PM
*bounce* *bounce* *bounce* Sunday was _good_. Confirmation of one new play partner who I'd been considering a flirtation because we'd never negotiated anything. hee hee hee. A separate person is also a new play partner ... and marks very, very well. hee hee hee.

6/15/2009 9:11:22 PM
Okay, for all those guys who are into Black Female Superiority and who really, really want to find something thrilling regarding it somewhere in my profile, I give you a very important message from Alexyss K. Taylor: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=366WxovQzxE That woman can preach.

6/13/2009 9:35:38 PM
Hi, I'm Byrdie -- the amazing non-aging woman. I forget that this site doesn't request one's birthdate and then magically update one's age. I finally looked at my profile and realized that it still read 39, so I had to go in and manually change it to 40. whoops.

6/13/2009 4:41:02 PM
I don't delete my old email here. The system does that anyway, so I end up with a six month archive of conversational history. If someone sends me the exact same introductory email (i.e. a form letter) I can tell. If someone starts a conversation with me, stops it and starts it again, it'll usually come up when I start a reply to them. It's not a perfect paper trail, but it's enough to combine with the "notes" section in someone's full profile to remind me of previous conversations and impressions. It also gives me an idea of whether certain people's conversational approaches have changed at all. Adaptation and progress: sexy and scary at all the same time.

6/11/2009 8:47:17 PM

6/6/2009 9:20:18 PM
If I can't go out, I can at last dance myself sick in my living room. Granted, if I could figure out what the fuck I'd done with my keys and my wallet, I'd likely be at the Center by now. Given I'm not that good, I've been cleaning. Then a good song came on rotation. Given that I'm recovering, I'm not at the top of any form I've had in the last five years. I'm not actually wheezing, but I'm panting. But I danced, dammit. Tea. I need tea, a lie down, a mint julep, a houseboy to fan me and another one to whip. whoo.

6/6/2009 6:12:15 PM
zero-sum adjective [ attrib. ] (of a game or situation) in which whatever is gained by one side is lost by the other. "Love is not a zero-sum game. Time is." - from the Sea-Poly Mailing List over a decade ago

5/31/2009 1:10:17 AM
I played on Wednesday, which was nice. I have a CBT slut-buddy and actually practiced some of my rope work. I think I have it down well enough to experiment a little with an idea I have next time. A meeting with kinky women on Monday, tea with another kinky couple on Wednesday and ... wow. I'm not entirely sure for the rest of the week. But I love Spring, because it wakes me up and gets me out and ... sigh. i wish I could take Spring with me all year 'round.

5/30/2009 4:01:50 PM
How very odd. That was one of the fastest illnesses I've ever had. It started early this morning -- at around 2am -- and my fever broke a few hours ago. I'd had plans for today, but ... eh. I'm currently enjoying an afternoon of not being dizzy.

5/23/2009 7:53:08 AM

5/22/2009 4:07:12 PM
Squee! I may well be heading to the club tomorrow night and again in Wednesday. I'll likely be there for the Tuesday social as well. Tonight is the new "Terminator" movie. Sunday looks like my rest-night. Whee!

5/21/2009 10:30:21 PM
Huh.  Interesting.  If I use FireFox on CM, I get the little text editing option for my journal posts.  I don't believe that I get this on Safarai
 
I don't think that I can highlight the background a specific color, but this is indeed interesting.

5/21/2009 3:41:31 PM
So, a few weeks ago I got contacted by some joker with a grandiose name who tried to provoke me into an argument. It wasn't the first time I'd Bern contacted by this guy. His MO is to contact an unwarry dominant, start rubbing them the wrong way, pick a fight, get yelled at, apologize, act all impressed and conciliitory ... and then pick another fight. He claims to be a submissive. I don't get it, so I asked him what his damage us. He claimed that the only way that he could get off as a submissive was through being yelled at. He said that it was the only way that he could "feel a domme's power". I countered with the argument that pulling the strings to get a knee-jerk reaction out of a dominant is not submission, it's control. In this case it's unconsentually domming from the bottom. The instigator gets exactly what they want, when they want and the targets gets manipulated againt their will for the sake of the instigator's jollies. For a moment I considered suggesting that he find a domme who suffers from Tourette's Syndrome, but that'd be suggesting that he exploit a mental disorder. Then I wondered why he didn't just read profiles and find domme who stressed how cruel and uncaring they are. Because he didn't realize that he could find them? Or because he only springs a boner if he jerks dominants around? I hope that it's the former, because I don't personally know of anti e who is interested in the latter.

5/12/2009 9:37:03 PM
Good evening, my little internet love weasels! * After having my home network offline for over 48 hours, I am feeling proud to say that I managed to deal with tech support without any abusive language (some doubting, but no naughty words) and still managed to fix the system in a way that I don't recall them suggesting. So, even if they mentioned it and I forgot it, I still give myself Princess Points for having stumbled over it again. But chances are I figured it out on my own because my ego feels better if I tell myself that version. Hi, Mr. Cardiff! Hi, Mr. Local Guy Who Wanted to Know the Big Deal About Cardiff! squee! * (Yes, I read Warren Ellis's twitter feed and adore the nicknames he bestows on his readers as a single massive entity. I also think that everyone should get to be a love weasel for at least one day.)

3/21/2009 6:17:58 PM
Geek moment: is it bad that I squee every time that I notice that someone from Cardiff has looked at my profile?

1/23/2009 2:53:21 AM
As charming as the pilot episode of "Dead Like Me" was, I have found myself having strange and very disturbing dreams. I'm not sure if I'm going back to sleep anytime soon. ugh and ew.

1/17/2009 1:56:09 PM
YES! I am no longer a luddite! I have figured out how to get my cam to work with a chat program! Next up, making fire! Lordy, I'm still not used to having a camera on my cell phone.

1/14/2009 4:37:08 PM
So, I'm a little slow. After a few weeks of off and on effort to remove dominant men's profiles from my list of sora-prospects, I realized why they kept cropping up: they'd selected that they were interested in dominant women. 0_o Some of these gents mention wanting to find friends no matter who they are, which I think is quite sweet. Others seem very vocal about the fact that they only want true, real submissive women ... so why make sure that their profiles can be seen by dominant ones? The only guesses I have is that these guys either: think that dominant women are really just looking to be submissive, or looking to be topped or dominated by women without making it seem to obvious. If you fit into one of these categories, what's your story?

1/10/2009 8:47:31 AM
So, I've been reading a lot about male chastity and how it's supposed to be the ultimate way to gain compliance and even worship from a male submissive ... and yet I can't recall ever seeing a male submissive wearing a chastity device at any kinky even I've attended. Are they not used by people who play publicly? Are they considered tacky to show off outside the home? Am I not going to the right parties for tube spotting? Or is this all a bunch of hooey?

12/31/2008 9:02:03 PM
fooey. I'm at home tonight as a stand-by nurse. John's really, really sick, but didn't go to a hospital today. So, instead of going in during the evening of New Year's Eve, we're going tomorrow. yaaaaaaay.

12/27/2008 11:46:08 AM
YAY! The Wet Spot / CSPC is having monthly FemmeDomme Teas! http://www.collarchat.com/calendar.asp?eventid=266&calDate=2009-01-11 Second Sunday of the month. squee! - Byrdie

12/24/2008 5:29:32 PM
And, at the last minute, there's coin flipping about whether we're heading down to the CSPC for their Xmas Eve event.

12/24/2008 10:11:07 AM
I think that I just had a realization about tea. Any tea that one has had during breakfast during one's formative years is likely a breakfast tea. I think that this is why Assam will likely be my preference for a breakfast tea. After a month in India a few years ago, I still can't quite shake the appropriateness of it. On top of being raised on (shudder) Lipton, which seems to be the sweepings off an Assam factory floor, I think I've found a winner.

12/24/2008 9:01:14 AM
Bleah. It would seem that if I'm not using Internet Explorer, I don't get options like being able to see the font, color and smiley options for email and journal posts. hrmph.

12/19/2008 12:10:24 AM
Wuv, twue wuv, is getting into a light wrestling match -- ala the Gong Show judges -- with your primary partner over who gets to type tickle secrets to the pretty girl in Georgia. Oofah. ;) Of course, now I'm all hyper over what should have just been a pre-sleep bathroom break. Crud. It was still fun, though.

12/12/2008 9:07:01 PM
I hab a code in by node. Gah. I'm sick. I was going to go to Cirque du Noc on Sunday, but am not sure if this would be a good idea right now. Dammit, I've yet to go to Cirque du Noc, and this was going to be my year! arrrrgh!

12/2/2008 2:15:39 PM
I have very odd converstions here. I think that I've been correspinding with a Russian spy ... except that I don't think the Russians are spying on us anymore. Maybe he's a paricularly silly Russian spy.

11/30/2008 10:28:14 AM
I beat up a friend last night. It was our first time playing with him, and he ... needed it. It wasn't the kinky equivalent of a sympathy fuck, though: we'd both been wanting to top the man, but there'd been logistical difficulties. We started it, another friend finished it, and he was welted and raw by the time we were all done. I can't say that's my favorite type of beating to give because, frequently, when someone _needs_ a beating it's due to either scarcity or some desperate need for catharsis ... which is understandable but unfortunate. But I will say that it can be one of the most fulfilling types of beatings to give. It's nice to help heal someone, even a little bit.

11/30/2008 2:55:48 AM
One day I will start writing in this journal the way I used to using my previous account. Until then, I give little blurbs. Tonight, John and I met two CMers: one for an impromptu dinner, the other randomly at the club. We ended up playing with an entirely different person, someone we'd known and had been attempting to play with for a few years now. There were hugs, greetings from people we hadn't seen in a while, conversation, a new toy to gawk at, hot transmen (oh, my), a gift finally passed along, introductions and connections made, amazing desserts, cuddles ... just a great evening for dinner and a party. And shortly, off to bed.

11/27/2008 1:06:46 PM
Creative Thanksgiving turkey tips: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-gvDvpAGE Yes, I know that many have probably already seen this. I didn't check the CM forums yet. :)

11/18/2008 7:05:58 PM
And it's "Is everyone I know having a suck-ass Autumn??" night at Byrdie's place! I swear, if I could wave a magic wand and actually change things, half of the community I consider friends would be getting blankets and hot cocoa right about now.

11/16/2008 3:11:18 AM
The Steampunk Party was _beautiful_, had not only an incredibly high attendance but a great number of people who actually dressed for the occasion. squee! Very tired. Fall down soon. *thud*

11/15/2008 8:08:04 PM
oof. my tummy hurts. i may not be on time for the party. oof.

11/14/2008 9:59:27 PM
eeeeeeeeeeeee! "Nightmare Revisited". eeeeeeeeeeeeee! A "Nightmare Before Christmas" tribute album. eeeeeeeeeeeeee!

11/13/2008 6:45:51 AM
This week's schedule: Saturday ~ Steampunk Party at the CSPC, 9pm Sunday ~ Pool Party at the Longhouse in Redmond, noon Anyone going?

11/13/2008 6:43:41 AM
I have a new, favorite event at the club, and it's not even regular: the Femme Domme Tea. Service, pampering and play all mixed into one. I even left with some decorations that had been strewn across tables: eight red, long-stemmed roses. squee! I got to beat up on someone I'd been introduced to this past Spring and left bruises on his inner thighs. I saw a sissy maid who was actually attractively presented. I had my neck, shoulders, arms and feet massaged. I even sent a few men on missions to bring me treats that wouldn't challenge my stomach. I was glowing for a few days afterward. *sigh*

11/5/2008 7:47:17 PM
I am so proud of my country right now that I fluctuate between grinning like a maniac and crying. sigh. Maybe I'll get lucky this weekend and find someone to beat up. I'll be out on Friday, Saturday and Sunday if things go the way I plan. eee!

10/10/2008 8:10:37 AM
My 4-day birthday weekend has turned into a 5-day event. Today, a huge spa that lies a couple of towns north of here. I've heard about it for a couple of years and have never been. Yup, I'm suffering. No, really.

10/2/2008 10:51:06 PM
My birthday happens within a fortnight. I've given myself a 4-day weekend, one for each decade lived. What to do? What to do?

9/24/2008 10:45:48 AM
Goodnews: I am home from work and am working on setting up my new digs. Badnews: Because I can't stop sneezing long enough to take a nap, which is why I called in dead to work in the first place. gak.

9/11/2008 5:30:44 AM
The move happened, and my vacation is long over. As at least one person predicted, I didn't get nearly as much unpacking done as I'd expected, but the place is livable. And, even with all the boxes, it's one thousand times prettier than my previous apartment. Oddly, I awoke to a hissing noise. I'm not sure of where it came from but the place seems secure. *shrug* I start school at the end of the month. In some ways, I'm glad that my social life has picked up a little bit lately: I doubt that I'm going to have much of one otherwise this fall.

8/27/2008 10:31:53 AM
I've started my vacation. More packing up of the apartment and daydreaming of how I want to arrange the new one. whee, kinda!

8/21/2008 12:07:35 AM
eep. I've finished packing almost all of my library, except for a few stray volumes. Dear lords. It's nearly midnight and I'm overheating. hoofah. I should have been in bed over an hour ago, but I wanted to finish up enough to get my kitchen accessible for tomorrow. ack. Oh, and I just now made notes on what to do with the rest of my obvious packing resources. whee. Okay. I go fall down now. *thud*

8/18/2008 9:36:44 PM
Lease signed late last week. Books started coming down on Saturday. I love my friends. I love rainy days almost as much. I didn't pass out trying to pack books. oofah. Two more 66qt containers filled, and another shelving unit down. Along with a brief supply run, taking care of some surprise administrativa and finishing up an episode of Torchwood I dozed on last night ("random shoes"), I think I did rather well. Now, naps.

8/12/2008 9:55:30 PM
"Whatcha doin', hun?" "Sgt. Slaughter viewed my info today, so I'm checking out his profile." "You're shitting me." "No, come here and take a look!" ... "Holy shit! He _does_ look like Sgt. Slaughter." "I TOLD you!" "Yeah, yeah -- you got any that look like Blade?"

8/11/2008 6:33:31 AM
If all goes as planned, I'm signing a lease this week and am moving into a better apartment at the end of the month. yay! I'm planning to start taking down my books, shelves and packing my Winter clothes this week. This Sunday, JohnBlack13 and I are heading to the clothing-optional swim at the Longhouse in Redmond. This will likely be the last long pool party of the year. Alas.

8/9/2008 7:09:13 PM
squee! Going to the Wet Spot tonight with JohnBlack13. I'm going to pack a toybag but mainly expect to be practicing knots while chatting with folks. I went to the vendor fair and not only got my goggles fixed, but I also saw a TENS unit that I'm considering. How is your Saturday going so far?

8/7/2008 7:42:45 AM
I updated my profile a bit, so now it's rather huge again. However, it's not as random as my old "Mustardseed" account's was. I may have to change that.

8/3/2008 5:39:50 PM
A proper summer day in the park was had with the use of a blanket, some letter writing and a nearby lemonade stand. Puppies everywhere, and some really hot dude practicing yoga in the sun while wearing some rather tight shorts. My life is really difficult, lemme tell you. *purr*

7/30/2008 10:06:08 PM
I am feeling warm and lazy. The corner store closed before I could get to it, but the cool air felt wonderful. Someone I spoke with a week or so ago fretted that he would find himself mentioned in my blog as someone who had stood me up. Heh. So, of course, I'm mentioning him, but not so much because one of us stood the other up as much as I think I'm learning a bit about fetishes. One of the most important things I'm learning is that if someone bothers to mention it -- even randomly enough that my eyes slide over it -- in their profile, it's likely important enough to bring into negotiations even if they don't mention it when I start talking to them. And if it _is_ important, than simple tolerance of it probably isn't going to do anyone any favors. As persistence as some people can be on personals sites, I've noticed that if one of us can't talk the other one into some crucial activities, there's no point. I'm not fond of high heels, genetic superiority, long fingernails, or targeted humiliation. I adore making people blush and embarrassing them, but I tend to draw a blank when someone suggest that I do so based on a persona or fantasy they have. Bad of me, perhaps, and maybe it's a symptom of my being a new and selfish dom ... but I've never done well with suggested scripts from either direction. It's not to say that I'm not willing to learn and experiment, but if someone needs _deep_ or expert interest in their particular fetish, I'm likely no more their ideal dominant than someone who detests doing housework would be my ideal submissive. An understated interest can simply be a polite way of advertising a deal-breaker. When I have a free weekend or evening, I may try to check out some talks on negotiation. In the meantime, I may start printing out profiles and underlining anything that even remotely looks like a behavior or interest expected by the submissive on the dominant's part. On the other hand, after being stood up (twice!) on Sunday, I have a date tomorrow with someone who I saw again on Tuesday. _That_ was an exercise in wacky negotiation. I think this is a guy who'd had entirely too many experiences with dominant kinky women trying to play without negotiation or consent, because we ended up having to deconstruct our conversation to figure out who the heck was expected and possibly paranoid about what, exactly? Gah! After we pieced together what we actually _meant_, conversation went really well, as did cuddling, backrubs and smooching. Maybe too much smooching given the event. Hrm. I also seem to have some fans of my budding rope work at the Spot. Huh. Perhaps I should start keeping track of which Sunday of the month the bondage workshops and party are. And this weekend: hanging out with really cool people and watching a movie I've been jonesing to see before its release! whoo hoo! Shit. I think one of my neighbors is smoking on the balcony above me. And here I am with my window open. bleah. G'night.

7/23/2008 7:05:16 AM
The problem with coming up with a good audio greeting is that I never know what to say. Well, no -- that's not true. I can say pretty much anything I want, as the points are to attract like-minded people and give them a chance to decide if they can bear to listen to my voice while bound and being menaced. I suspect that my topic of interest may worry some people, but probably no more than the video greeting I keep scripting in my head.

7/17/2008 9:09:06 PM
Thanks to recent conversation with someone here about what the attraction to black female supremacy is for them, my brain kinda ticked when this song came on rotation. And so, without further ado: Have a seat and listen, please don't say a thing The matters of the heart sometimes, the truth will ever sting Just don't take it personally, this is no attack But we will never last because I am white and you are ... also white I only like black girls and brown girls, the cafe au lait Caramel girls, and mocha girls just blow me away If your a nubian, I want you to-be in every fantasy But if you're a whitey, say nighty-nighty, your just not the girl for me Oh I hate vanilla ice cream, I like chocolate instead I hope she likes her soul food with a little Wonder Bread Don't call it Jungle Fever cause that just isn't right I am not a racist, some of my best friends are white I just prefer black girls, the brown girls, the cafe au lait Caramel girls and mocha girls just blow me away. If you're a cracker, you better get blacker or else you best get out It is no mystery, I like a sister see that's what I'm talkin' about Our wedding song will be 'Ebony and Ivory', and we'll sing Christmas carols round the old Kwanza tree But color is not the issue here, it's dignity, it's class It's all about her heart, okay it's partly about that ass I want me some black girl, the brown girl, the cafe au lait Caramel girls, and mocha girls, just blow me away If you're a honkey, you're singin the wrong key, it's the honest truth The skin that she's dwellin in, must contain melanin, that is the Fountain of Youth. Thomas Jefferson. Robert DeNiro. David Bowie. To a certain extent ... Ted Dansen. Strom Thurman!!! Strom Thurman!!! Yeeeahh.... - Stephen Lynch, "Vanilla Ice Cream" I'm still not sure I could take up a serious genetic superiority stance, but if I giggled while remembering this song I could see myself playing around a bit with the concept of certain ... advantages.

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