deweydaniel

I've been a member of this place for a couple of year and there are certain patterns of dominant females that I am definitely not into. 

It makes me laugh every time I see a new femdom posting a sexy picture (that probably does not belong to the person creating the profile) stating she is into financial domination and that she wants to take control of the wallet of a slave. Really? Seriously? That is so exciting...I can't wait to start giving you my money. 

Another profile that disturbs me is the one in which the femdom posts a picture of her showing the finger. Does any submissive men find this attractive in any way?

"What is your substance, what are you made of..."

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired: 
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a jealous pilgrimage to you,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents your shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beautiful, and her old face new.
   Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
   For you, and for myself, no quiet find.

How to let you know that there is always time?
That one has to look for it and give it to oneself...
That nobody lays down rules, apart from life...
That life without certain rules loses shape...
That shape is not lost when we open up...
That opening ourselves up is not to love indiscriminately...
That it is not forbidden to love...
That the aggression just because, hurts a lot ...
That the wounds close...
That doors should not be closed...
That meeting is beautiful...
That sex is part of the beauty of life ...
That life comes from sex...
That the children's asking why, has its reason why...
That wanting to know about someone, is not just curiosity...
That being thankful never hurts...
That we feel with the body and the mind...
That we listen with our ears...
That it is hard to be sensitive and not be hurt...
That it would be better to build bridges...
That across them we go to the other side and no one returns...
That returning does not mean stepping back...
That stepping back may also be to go forward...
That despite going forward and forward, we do not wake up closer to the sun...
How to let you know that that nobody lays down rules, apart from life?

M. Benedetti

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

 
Then can I weep from an eye, unused to shed tears,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell over
The sad account wept for in former times of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on you, my dearest friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

W.S.