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About Blyght
This lovely, experienced, yet oddly-socialized sadistic Domina seeks intelligent, like-minded persons for frank, late-night discussions and laughter.
Your gender is important only insofar as it defines you to yourself. The tone of your spirit is more important to me, as is the depth of your ocean. I am many things to many people, but my favorite thing to be is quietly evil and sadistic. You will not find me at public play parties held in local bars one night a week as I have no need to show off. I do enjoy spending time chatting online with interesting freaky people.
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I adore the delicious confusion brought on by the underestimation of a woman by her companion, brand new or not.?
Being the most secret of social voyeurs, one of my favorite situations to surreptitiously view is that age-old dance of male and female.? I love watching the shared smiles, the tentative and halting compliments and beginnings of flirtations.? But I love it even more an hour later when the lady has polished up her intelligence and the lad is confused by it.? The emotions that then cross his face are priceless; confusion, exasperation, bits of anger.? One can always see how his view of her changes in his face, posture and body language.? No longer does he want her, the security of his? superiority stamped across his features when he first approached her has been replaced after an hour with confusion and dismay.? His world has been torn asunder.? All that he thought he knew about women has been challenged.? After all, women are merely conquests for the superior gender to utilize and discard on his way through life.
Now, do me a solid and realize that this is my journal and I am not making a personal statement about your life.? Just click the 'next profile' button and all will be right as rain in your head once again.
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The 24 hours of christmas.? Having the time off, the boy and I spend christmas eve intensely using my lovely set of rosebud sounds.? Afterward, we ate cheesecake and drove off to our favorite cemetery for some quiet reflection and covert sexual escapades.? Today, the traditional christmas lasagne lunch was perfection.? I knew teaching him how to cook would pay off. Afterward, we went for a drive to look at the christmas lights and share some laughter over the past year together.? We saw three christmas stray cats along our way.? It was a glorious 24 hours.?
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I detest television.? There is nothing worse than sitting in front of it and slowly feeling my IQ dropping point by point in the face of endless reruns of scripted 'reality' shows and trailers for mindless theatrical releases.? I wish there were some lifestyle reality shows.? At least I could relate to them!
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I want something kinky and fun for hexmush.? Tired, yes, from falling into the work/sleep/work rut and need something to add some lovely sparkles to the day to day around here.? One thing I am most desirous of is a tattoo machine and a willing back so I can practice blood tattoos.? Yeah, that'll work!
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Tuesday evening.? The cats are fed, the tea is made.? I am experiencing the full flower of holiday angst this week, and I do not know why.? I suspect that it is from the deluge of junk mail admonishing me daily to hurry hurry hurry and get all of my shopping done so that a beautiful and perfect season can be had.?
I want a shot of Drambuie in my hot chocolate.? And to listen to Manson real loud.?
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I have always had a thing for folks with accents.? And it doesn't matter what part of the world (or the US) you come from, I am probably reeeeally going to enjoy hearing your voice.
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If the opposite of love is apathy, what is the opposite of lust?
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People are amusing sometimes.? And the ones that are the most amusing are those that have yet to figure out their own heart, even though it is crystal clear to those around them.
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The one thing I am truly thankful for this Thanksgiving season, is the fact that Thanksgiving is over for another year.? I know that sentiment is bitter and cynical, but as I am not the most social creature on the planet my normal state of being is to hunker down and wait until all of the forced cheerfulness is over for the year and we can all get on with being cold until April.
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I am craving an Irish coffee, a pedicure and a good game of chess.? Yes, in that order.
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Is dominance a learned trait in females?? Is submission a learned trait in males?
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Just another quiet Sunday evening, and as Autumn settles down around me I find my thoughts turning to days past.? Why does it seem that personal introspection flows much freer when the immediacy of summer fades?? I long for a warm pan of fresh brownies right now.
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I need a single perfect thing to do today.? Just one thing to top off the weekend nicely before heading back to the grind Monday. ?? The problem is, there are too many choices this time of year.? Haunted houses, new scary movies at the theater, cider mills, a walk in the brisk air.? Or should I choose to remain a homebody today and enjoy several hours of quiet ... intensity??
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It is hard to believe it has been two years since last I posted in this journal.? Much has happened since that last time.? I have new employment, a fresh outlook on my life and a lovely fistful of friends I adore.? Laughter is still as vital to me as it has always been.? The main goal I have for my current relationship is to get to the point where I can once again collar my husband in love and pain.? It has been a long journey back from infidelity.
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I am enjoying autumn; it is a welcome break from the sodden heat of summer. I feel most alive when the air is cool and the days grow shorter. |
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Reach out and touch faith.
I have had the song, 'Personal Jesus', on my mind for days now. It refuses to leave, and instead leaves me in a tickled and giddy state most of the day. While wafting through Limewire, I discovered four different versions of it which, of course, I had to have. The original by Depeche Mode, one by Marilyn Manson, one by Lollipop something-or-other, and one by..hang on to your bonnet..Johnny Cash. Yes, the one that redid Nine Inch Nail's 'Hurt'.
The concept of a Personal Jesus always reminds me of some intimate items I saw on Blowfish daht cahm at some point. Totally profane plugs and dildos in the shape of various members of the holy family. I adored them; I wonder if they are still for sale there? |
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As I am not seeking any play partners, or life partners, I will tell you this: I prefer the companionship (either online or off) of those who are rich within their own lives. People who are looking for someone to chat with along the path, if you will. Where do YOU fit along the sliding scale between fetish and aversion, between love and apathy, between physical pain and emotional numbness? |
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I wish to send out a very sincere thank you to those who have written me regarding the recent passing of my brother. Your words are very comforting to me, and very appreciated as well.
Is there anything in the world more replete with pathos than a solitary female emptying her flooded basement of water? AND cursing under her breath? I sure could have used a strong male back for a few hours.
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We have slid into a new year, and with little fanfare at my home. My boy is on the road for a year with his new employer; my brother just passed away on Christmas Eve, and as a side note to that my sisters are probably giving me even more grey hair under this pile of red dye.
Here is to hoping that this year brings a calming of the urge to nonconsensually asphyxiate anyone in my family.  |
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Ahh, I need some new pictures taken. These are almost a year old!
Latest news: I removed stitches for the first time in my life. I must say, it was an interesting experience. And no, I did not cause the stitches to need to be there in the first place.
But the night is young, no? |
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