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Crikey - how long does it take to get pics approved around here? |
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Still happily married. And now we have a sexy sidekick, too! Awesomeness abounds.
Side note: since CM doesn't have a place to label pics...I've posted two new ones. The first was taken 01/2012 and the second, 11/2011.
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This profile's not dead. I'm just lazy.
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Just married. :)
...ok, actually three weeks ago married, but still. Pretty recent.
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I don't take myself very seriously.
I don't take you very seriously, either.
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Daddy makes me squeak too loud.
Our bedroom is on the east side of the house. Our next door
neighbors to the west have just re-insulated their entire place, and
our neighbors to the east are moving.
Coincidence? I think not.
And i just figured out that the moving neighbors' kitchen window
looks into our backyard (I thought it was their garage window - my
bad), where I spend rather a lot of time naked. Oops.
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Being right is overrated.
I'm so tired of watching people struggle for validation and recognition. They do it over politics. Over body modifications. Over parenting. Over who gets to hold the remote control and where to go for vacation.
People seem so fragile these days, so easily threatened, so desperate to hold onto what little they have, so angry, so out of control. And so totally oblivious to their surroundings, so caught up with Self.
What happened to harmony? To peace of mind, to quiet assurance, to...dare I say it...acquiescence? There's nothing wrong with stepping back sometimes and letting someone else through. It's grace and dignity.
But people don't. They're little, petty creatures who scrap over tiny bits of meat and then roll over as soon as a bigger dog comes along. It's pathetic.
People are so engaged in the battle for Happy, that they don't realize it's right under their noses.
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I do have pics, but I've gone and updated them so it'll be a few days before you can see. There's nothing new in them. I removed some and switched out the main one.
Terribly exciting, I know.
Update: Wow, that was quick. |
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I am never here anymore. My apologies to those I was talking with...I just lost interest with the site. I think it's that I don't enjoy the forums here and I'm not searching for anyone, so there's not much for me to do other than perv profiles.
Anyhoo. I'm still around and still check my emails. I'm just not terribly "active". And now you know. |
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I want a tail.
Just a little one. It'll be cute and curly and stick out at the top of my panties. I can tuck it into my jeans and it'll be a little secret. I can wiggle it for Daddy when I get excited. Wouldn't that be sweet? |
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The power's back on at our house, after a week of it being out from Ike. We came back Friday and were thrilled to hear the A/C running in the background. Daddy left to go to the office and I cleaned the house up from being left empty after the storm.
About the time he was on his way home, I jumped into the shower. Something was wrong. I ran my hands under the water and felt my muscles begin to vibrate. I couldn't figure it out, thought maybe it was the temperature of the water, so I started playing with the taps. The feeling got worse, even started to hurt. But when I touched the tiles or another part of my body, my hands didn't hurt at all. And that's when it dawned on me.
We have power. IN OUR WATER.
Daddy and I have been talking, and we think $100 per 1/2 hr is a reasonable rate to rent our bathroom out for electroplay until we get it fixed. |
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It's not that the wind is blowing, it's what the wind is blowing.
Houston took a heavy cat2 right up the snoot. Wing span of 550 miles. Imagine a city of 3+ million people with no traffic lights. We're on day 3 with no power, and an anticipated reconnect time of up to two weeks. 97% of Harris country was without power. Galveston, Freeport, Surfside...all under water. There'a a 9pm curfew. The precious few grocery stores that are open are running on generators, and the even fewer gas stations are manned at the pumps by police. We lost water pressure late Friday night with a warning that it might not be drinkable. Although the pressure has come back, the warning remains.
Our house wasn't damaged (although Mother Nature saw fit to install a pool in our backyard lol) and we have a friend who lives in one of the few pockets of the city with power, so we're able to save our frozen goods and get a little A/C and internet.
My heart goes out to those who have lost their homes. Moreso, I go to sleep at night thinking about the people who couldn't afford gas to get out of town or even around town, canned goods to last a week, and bottled water. I think about all those with little kids, bored and hot and hungry. I think about, in the midst of this mess, how lucky I really have it. |
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I've decided to write a dictionary for the word "submissive". Just one word. And it will have 46,000 entries. And none of them will apply to anyone. |
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Tuesdays and Thursdays seem to be the worst. Our landline rings off the hook. I answer so that I don't have to listen to it go on and on and on. It's almost always automated. It's almost always something about this being the final notice to renew the warrenty on our vehicle (we have a million year old truck and a vintage t-bird), consolidating our credit cards (we don't do credit), burial insurance, or someone we may know who might have diabetes that possibly referred us to something. I never stay on the phone long enough to find out what.
But today...today took the cake.
*ring ring*
Me: Hello?
Her: blahblahblahspanishblahblah
Me: Pardon me?
Her: BLAHBLAHBLAHSPANISHBLAHBLAH
Me: I'm sorry, but I don't speak Spanish.
Her: Oh. It's okay. We'll call back in English some other time.
*click*
What the fuck. |
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So Gustav came and went and didn't so much as spit on us. I'm not complaining, although my family up in Canada was a little dissapointed that I wasn't at least blown around a bit. They're still enjoying the novelty of my living in "the jungle", as they call it. I send them pictures of trees eating our fence in the back yard, and giant spiders making giant-er webs in convenient places like our front doorway. Me, I think it's kinda creepy.
I like the warm rain, though. |
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This week is a write-off. |
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Random thoughts on a Sunday afternoon:
Never read the ingredients list on a package of Chorizo.
Are you poly if you're with someone with multiple personalities?
I am just a girl. What makes me extraordinary is that I'm his girl. |
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Why don't people ever talk about BDSM in their blogs here? They'll blather on about fakes, and there are more odes to Master than you could choke a horse with, but you never hear anyone say "yah so this weekend, I got beat half to death with *insert something nasty here*. Where's the technique? Where's the inspiration? But most importantly, WHERE IS THE PORN????????? You think I come here to read how you feel? Sillies.
It is a two-way street, though, so I guess I'll start.
This weekend, Daddy beat my ass to a pulp with a trailer cable.
See...now was that so hard? Anyhow, we had a friend over and he walloped both of us. It was fantastic. Hung us from the ceiling, used us as punching bags, smacked us with stuff, and then of couse there was sexy stuff but never you mind about that. The point is that my ass is all flavours of ouchies, and I'm supposed to go out again tonight to a play party. I've put in a humble request that the blue zones be off limits. We'll see how it goes.
K, now it's your turn. Yay for sharing! |
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A note regarding the "Who's Viewing Me?" section of CollarMe:
Generally speaking, I don't have much of an opinion about this feature. Feel free to look at my profile. I'm flattered. I have no illusions of grandeur manifesting in thinking I can dictate who has the "right" to view me. I don't care who you are, what side of the slash you're on, what you look like, or whether you fit into what I'm looking for on the site. I do not buy into the "Who's Viewing Me?" code, either. I don't assume that there is some ulterior motive for your looking at me, that you are waiting patiently for me to notice and contact you. I will not contact you. It makes me uncomfortable, like I'm infringing on your vouyeurism. I see you seeing me and I think "huh" and leave it at that.
Unless...
...you're viewing my profile every two or three days...and have been for months...and have never said a word to me. Then, it's a little less flattering and a little more creepy. Would you like to know how to un-creep it? SAY HELLO. Either that, or just print my profile off so you can refer to it whenever you need to and we can both avoid my feeling stalked. Thank you. |
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Frozen grapes are Tha Shizz. |
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Thought Of The Day:
What's wrong with the following sentence?
"I've been in the lifestyle for three years and have owned many slaves."
I think that some people (usually the people who make them) think that a statement like this is impressive, that it indicates wisdom and experience. But to those who would make these claims, please let me take this opportunity to tell you what it really indicates:
1. You do not know what "own" means.
2. You'll take anyone who will say "yes".
3. You have no idea how to keep them once you've got them.
This isn't a video game. You're not going to power up if you collect enough coins in under 10 seconds. Sorry to dissapoint. |
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For anyone who's curious...there used to be a post here about my being a failure as a girl. I pulled it because it was tongue-in-cheek, didn't seem to be translating as such, and I'm not really in the mood to explain myself.
Except for the part where I just did. LOL
Today I am learning how to bootblack. Holy crapoli, it's a lot of work. Very satisfying, though...it totally appeals to my inner gay boy.
If anyone has tips on how to remove scars from leather, please feel free to email me. Right now I'm using a nail buffer to sort of massage them out of the leather. It seems to work pretty well, but if there are better ideas, I'd love to hear them. |
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Dear Irish guys: Please stop telling me what my name means. I already know. Thank you. |
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This isn't going to make me popular...I don't really care.
A note regarding Pro Dommes:
Pro Dommes get a lot of grief around here for asking for tributes. I don't think that's fair. Do you honestly expect them to shell out their own cash to buy the equipment and clothing it takes to cater to your laundry list of "submission"? They provide a service, and they deserve compensation for it.
This doesn't apply to the latest rash of teenaged online tribute dommes. Yah, that's right, I didn't capitalize domme, MistressHelloKitty. Get off your ass and go get a job at the mall or something.
Ugh.
I promise my next entry will be friendly.
Update: It has been brought to my attention that there was actually a user with the name "MistressHelloKitty", who has since removed their account. Although it wasn't my intention to single anyone out, I...oh, hell. I have no idea what to say to that. LOL
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I can't take it anymore. If I had a nickel for every time I heard or read "I'm not a doormat", I would have the cash to set up my own website, and anyone who used that phrase on it would be hunted down and shot.
That is all. |
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To those of you who write your blog entries with black text on a black background, I make this humble request: If you're going to make me go to the extra effort of having to highlight everything just so I can read it, the least you could do is write something worth reading.
Kthnx. |
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5 BDSM related things you didn't know about me:
1. Restraint interests me only on a practical level. Shibari bores the pants off of me.
2. I love body mods. Tattoos and piercings are good. Brandings and saline infusions are better.
3. I have a massive clothing/"dress up" fetish, which, oddly enough, doesn't include PVC/latex.
4. I do not bruise. I am like the cheerleader from Heros. It's spooky.
5. I am deathly afraid of electricity. But I take it anyways. (Daddy made me add the last part. LOL) |
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I've decided that the color coding CM uses for peoples usernames is too limiting. All we have is:
male submissive
male Dominant
female submissive
female Dominant
and couples
So for my fellow kinksters that fall between the cracks, I propose the following additions:
male switch
female switch
Couple (both Dominant)
couple (both submissive)
Couple (both switch)
Couple (one Dom/me, one sub)
Couple (one Dom/me, one switch)
Couple (one switch, one sub)
But wait! There's more.
Male-female trans Dom/me
Male-female trans sub
Male-female trans switch
Female-male trans Dom/me
Female-male trans sub
Female-male trans switch
And still more...
Asexual Dom
asexual sub
Asexual switch
And last, but certainly not least...
Drag queens
You girls are fabulous. I'd put sparkles on it if I could.
Anyhoo. As Yul Brynner said in The Ten Commandments, "So let it be written, so let it be done".
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I went and got my hair cut on Thursday. It's about 6" shorter (still past my shoulders, though) and now I have bangs. I'm not sure how I feel about it, other than that I hate my stylist. She did it so that now, if I want it to look good, I have to actually style it. I'm just not one of those girls who spends hours on her appearance. Or at least I wasn't. Yay.
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Random thought of the day:
Submissive integrity - It's not how you conduct yourself when your Dom/me is around. It's how you conduct yourself when they're not.
Thought #2, tacked on all willy-nilly like:
Why is it every T-girl I see on here has better legs than me? What is up with that? |
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Sir.
Lord.
Master.
Dom.
If your username has two or more of these words in it, please see:
Redundancy. |
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The only people whose emails I do not respond to are those who claim to have read my profile but a) obviously have not or b) have shown a blatent disregard for its contents.
And now you know. |
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RANT. RANT RANT FUCKING RANT.
The assholes at CBC have chunked the Hockey Night in Canada theme song. This is so wrong. That theme song is an institution. It's like Tim Horton's. Or Bob and Doug MacKenzie. It's toques and Mounties and Kids In The Hall and poutine. You don't just arbitrarily go around messing with some things, I don't care who you are.
"What the hell do you care, you're in Texas?", you might ask. I'm Canadian, moved down here for Daddy. I'll be a Flames fan till the end of time and a good thing too, cuz it's going to take them at least that long to win the Cup again, but whatever.
Anyhow. I'm pissed. I shouldn't be surprised, though. We're talking about a TV network that thinks Beachcombers and The Littlest Hobo are quality programming.
CBC, YOU'RE A BUNCH OF DOUCHEBAGS AND YOU'RE TOTALLY OFF MY CHRISTMAS CARD LIST.
Update 06.10.08: It has been brought to my attention that CBC has passed the proverbial torch to TSN, which will be using the song. I feel better. Still not great. But better. |
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For those of you who read my blog...yep. I got caned again for my birthday. You know...when Daddy and I first met, I remember having gone on and on about how I need consistency.
Oops. |
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I turn 32 on Wednesday. I'm not very happy about it, and I'm not sure why. I suppose it's because I talk the big talk about growing old gracefully, how lines on my face will show I've lived, grey is a pretty hair color, so on and so forth. Shite, really. I found a grey hair on my temple the other day, and if I didn't think six more would grow in its place, I would have yanked that fucker right out.
Last year for my birthday, Daddy caned me 31 times. My ass and thighs were a mass of stripes, but only a couple left bruises. We've discovered that I just don't mark. I go that pretty pink color to start, but then...nothing. Shame, really. I like marks quite a bit. Anyhow. I don't know if he's going to do it this year. |
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I've decided that everyone's ass looks better when it's bent over something. All of the lines and jiggly bits just smooth themselves out. It's fantastic. Unless, of course, you're Dominant, in which case, you might not be overly thrilled with being in that particular position. But at least your bum will look good. |
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So I was looking through the chatroom descriptions, and one of them stated "Roleplay only! (no one actually gets hurt)".
Where's the fun in that? |
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For those of you who were wondering...cailinbeag is Irish for "little girl". |
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So I went and broke my foot. Not on purpose, just me being clumsy, but it's been three weeks limping about and I'm going insane. Being laid up and a service sub is not good. I keep wanting to get up and do things, and I keep getting told to stay put. Ugh.
It's getting better, though. The foot's a lovely shade of purple and Daddy says I can stop wearing the god-awful moonboot brace thing soon. Besides, I guess I should count my blessings that it was a simple fracture and not something weird. |
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Oh Emm Gee two blog entries in as many days.
I'd like to take a moment to thank all of the people who have read my profile and not sent me an email. I was looking at my "Who's Viewing Me?" section, and as I perused the faces and names, I realized that I never heard from most of them.
I really appreciate that. The time they took to get to know me just a little through my profile and see that we're not compatible was time they saved both themselves and me. I don't expect to be for everyone. I'm happy if I find a few really good souls out there that I am compatible with, and the folks who checked me out and then moved on have made my job all the easier. So...thank you. |
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You know, I should either blog more often or not at all. This once a month thing is shameful.
Anyhow.
Daddy's birthday is on Friday, and I've been busy getting things ready for him. What an ordeal...he doesn't mean to be snoopy, but every time I tried to do something birthday-related, his sneaky-radar would start pinging and he'd subconciously bust me.
I finally gave up. Now we refer to it openly as "covert little girl business" and I spend a lot of time asking him to go hide in the kitchen or call me before he leaves work. As a 31 year old woman who remembers the days where she used to be able to just take off and do secret birthday stuff without any grief, it's kind of irritating. As a little girl submissive, it's a lot of fun. |
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I didn't know that I had expectations of this site until I spent a bit of time here and discovered that it wasn't what I expected.
I love surprises. |
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