I tend to identify as a dominant man, and gravitate towards exploring many of the qualities often associated with daddy/doms. By the same token I eschew labels and dislike the idea of finding myself boxed in by others expectations. I find myself drawn to vincilagniac sapiosexuals. The word "journey" is used here an awful lot, but I find it to consistently ring true for my part, cliche or not. I love to share and hear from all of the fascinating and lovely people I have met and the ones I look forward to meeting. I am interested in the psychology, politics, diversity and physicality of human sexuality, and love to have preconceptions challenged, http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=3c7_1372268450 http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=3c7_1372268450 As much as I have little interest in expressing myself vicariously, I can't help but feel this goes at least some way toward what I like as a more sensual kinda top, " width="540" height="700" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" allowfullscreen> " width="540" height="700" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" allowfullscreen> Follow this journal as we endeavour to learn and grow along the path of D/S. I don’t purport to be "expert" in the lifestyle,(whatever that means), and are keen to hear from all of you with any questions or comments. This is very much about discovering all things sensual, lovely or intriguing within our love for each other and all those who seek to improve their understanding of what makes us all tick, purr, growl and laugh. http://www.tumblr.com/blog/capt-heisenberg To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better,..to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded! ~Emerson
More and more I question the point of revealing anything about myself here.Not much comes back to me,and I feel I don't do myself any service by doing so.Perhaps just one scowling photo of me,something like "if you crave extreme brutality,humiliation at every turn and submission without acknowledgement ever,get in touch"
There are things I'm not into.I mean you can talk about autoerotic asphyxiation until you're blue in the face...
I always say "perversion is its own reward"
Some unrecognized attraction turned to love.Some experimentation turned to topping.Some topping turned to domination.Some domination brought out the sub within.Some subbing brought out the slave within her. And so it went.Well its no use looking for the same person.She's gone. However I'm still here. I've got a hard-assed pair of shoulders. I've got a love you can't imagine. 2 years licking my wounds,now I want you to lick them.Thats right.Slower...Now lower... I have'nt played with a lot of people,and I have'nt played in the scene. I am a passionate man,whose technique needs to catch up with his kinks.
Looking for that special gorgeous slut that needs her man to own her ,inside and out,without reserve.I have played with a couple of subs since being profiled here and elsewhere but they have other attachments.That is fine,I am single,but ultimately you will wear my collar to the exclusion of all others,and be proud to do so. And I will be proud to own you,yes I will,and there won't be a moment where you don't know it.I want to look down and see a smile of contentment on your face as you drop off to sleep,knowing that you are safe and protected zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and wake up with a frisson, a jolt of excitement at what I have planned for us today.
Something has to change. Un-deniable dilemma. Boredom's not a burden Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me but I would not want You any other way.
Cause, It's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I said, I don't want it. I just need it. To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change Tired moments into pleasure. Say the word and we'll be Well upon our way.
Blend and balance Pain and comfort Deep within you Till you will not want me any other way.
But It's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I said, I don't want it. I just need it. To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline. This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to. Relax. Slip away.
Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. Desensitized to everything. What became of subtlety?
How can this mean anything to me If I really don't feel anything at all?
I'll keep digging till I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Shoulder deep within the borderline. Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
I was listening to Lenny just before,what a guy..
If your life is a leaf
That the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love
That is graceful and green as a stem.
Leonard Cohen.
Now there is a poet.A couple of lines,yet a sustained conceit,a pathetic fallacy,a metaphor,a simile and 2 examples of alliteration.Not sure that is the recommended way to poetry appreciation,still.OurMr.Plato also wrote that love was a mental disease.I'm sure he was being facetious.Love is the ideal condition,when else is anothers happiness more important than anything else.Jealousy is the disease,has been known to to afflict the immature,who can mistake it for love.Drop back for more profundity and a measure of profanity,
Captaiin Heisenberg.
If you're at Thanksgiving dinner, but you don't like the stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else, just pretend like you're eating it, but instead, put it all in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball. Then, later, when you're out back having cigars with the boys, let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the ground. Then say, "Boy, these are good cigars!".
A funny thing to do is, if you're out hiking and your friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you're going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend that *you* got bit by a snake. Then start an argument with him about who's going to go get help. A lot of guys will start crying. That's why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.
I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little beds with my name on it.
I believe in making the world safe for our children, but not our children's children, because I don't think children should be having sex.
The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done
Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.
I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cave men, "If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky." Just then the eclipse would start, and they'd probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.
How could you ever question whether I love you?Who else did I gaffer tape face down to my 1930's barber chair then shoot in the ass with a paintball gun when they got a question in Trivial pursuit wrong.
Who else did I bother making up ludicrous and patently false Trivial pursuit questions for?
Who else would I call the police on,in an attempt to get you detained saying you had broken in ,'because you sulked when I had no handcuffs ?
Who else would act neglected because I had forgotten the ritual of quickly burning the back of your hand with the spoon out of my tea.
Who else did I accuse of pilfering when we have friends over insisting a strict cavity search is the only way to clear it up?
Who else enjoyed any of it?
Here's how much I loved you.You made me a better sadist.
