MissDemonica

Today's thought of the day: Open your mind, even towards old country songs to which you would have never listened.

Today, my sister called me, she was at a Christmas party and had one too many chocolate martinis.  She and her tipsy friends had somehow gotten on the topic of Kenny Rogers and since she knows I am a bit of a music guru (especially with older tunes), she called me to inquire about a certain song of his.  I replied, "Nikki, please tell me you're joking.  Kenny Rogers, really?  Let's talk about someone worthy, like Dean Martin or Bobby Darin."  She refused and begged me to look up the lyrics to a certain Kenny Rogers' song.  I told her she was "lame," to which she agreed, through hearty laughter. 

I granted her request and started reading the words.  That wasn't good enough.  She said they needed to know HOW the tune went...that was driving them crazy moreso than not knowing the lyrics.  So, (while on the phone, still) I started watching the YouTube video of ole Kenny crooning this particular song, and sang the first few lines of it into the phone, on speaker, for her and her friends.  I told Nikki she owes me big time.

After singing those lines, in the correct tune, I heard a few "Ha! I told you so's," and "Oh, yeah, now I remember it!" I laughed while hanging up the phone, but suddenly, my expression grew serious as I actually listened to the lyrics myself.  I do believe that Mr. Rogers may have been immersed in FemDom to write such an adoring song about a Woman he so obviously worships ;-)  More believeable is that he truly understands the profound impact of a strong Woman, and how only a Woman can make him "whole."  This song represents perfectly my relationship with my husband...he tells me how I "saved" him to this day, after over five years of marriage.  People tell him often how "lucky" he is.  But, on the flip side, he saved me as well and I too am lucky to have him.

Although you'd never catch me listening to Kenny Rogers any other time (especially during a Scene), I must say that this cheese-ball song has played twice now on my computer , while I work, and has prompted numerous smiles and warm thoughts.

Here are the lyrics.  But I highly recommend listening to the song, rather than reading it.  Lionel Richie covered this song years later, if you prefer him over KR.

Enjoy:

Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you.  You have made me what I am and I am yours.  My love, there's so many ways I want to say I love you. Let me hold you in my arms forever more.

You have gone and made me such a fool.
I'm so lost in your love.
And oh, we belong together.
Won't you believe in my song?

Lady, for so many years I thought I'd never find you.  You have come into my life and made me whole.
Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning.
Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear.

In my eyes I see no one else but you.
There's no other love like our love.
And yes, oh yes, I'll always want you near me.
I've waited for you for so long.

Lady, your love's the only love I need.
And beside me is where I want you to be.
'Cause, my love, there's somethin' I want you to know.
You're the love of my life, you're my lady!

Regarding last Sunday's Gothic Beauty Pageant:  People need to learn the difference between GOTH and FETISH and vote accordingly.  I mean, seriously!

At least I still had a good time.  Tons of ClubFEM members attended and we enjoyed their company as always.  Plus, I got to chat with Don, and lick his fine bald head (our usual greeting), haha. 

Since we had just left a ClubFEM munch, I was dressed very...well, Vanilla, that night.  A few members at the Munch coerced me to join them at The Church, and I gave in...especially when I saw that Ms Traci would be there...ahh, we make a fine pair of classy Dominas.

It was HILARIOUS how many people did not recognize me without my hair up, silk blouse and a fancy vintage hat upon my head.  I also wore my specs.  I heard "You look like a Librarian," several times.  Which of course is a compliment in my book.  But most folks had to do a "double take."  I found it quite cute.

Anyway, hopefully next year, the Gothic Beauty Pageant will produce a genuine GOTHIC winner.  Those who attended know exactly what I'm talking about.

Always amused,
HM Demonica

Those of you who know me personally know that I am an Animal Rescue Worker in my spare time.  Normally, I save animals from "death row" at the local "kill" shelters, but sometimes, they come into my life in other ways.  Like Joey.  This is such a heartwarming story, I had to share!

Joey was dumped at the local playground, just down the street from my home.  The children knew exactly where to take him (they call me "the animal rescue lady").  Cute, huh?  Although we already had a few foster kittens from Hurricane Ike, we could not say "no" to that sweet little face and those huge, sad brown eyes.  Needless to say, Joey was invited in right away.  I bathed, vaccinated, de-wormed and fed the poor boy, who was near starvation.  He perked up within one day and became a cherished member of our household in no time flat.  This says a lot about this puppy, because my hubby and I are NOT dog people.  They stink, they fart, they chew...ughh!  But, so I quickly learned, all those "nasty" qualities just don't matter.  The love of a dog is unconditional and you simply cannot stay angry at it. 

Joey weighed only 10 pounds when we brought him in.  He beefed up to 16 pounds in the blink of an eye.  My Humane Society's vet said that he would be a healthy, and very BIG dog.  Joey is so sweet, he licked her face during the exam.  However, he probably withheld all future kisses after she extracted his balls later. 

My husband and I decided to keep him, but when our good friends, Mistress R and slave j, came over for dinner last week, they fell in love with little Joey and informed us of their recent, and unsuccessful, search for a Boxer or Pit Bull puppy.  They could not find one because they do not believe in breeders, and wanted a shelter or rescue dog (just one of the reasons I love this couple).  As fate would have it, Joey is a Boxer/Pit mix. 

To make a long story short, Miss R and slave j took little Joey home with them that very night, after we had a lovely dinner and after Miss R and I kicked the boys' asses at Wii Tennis ;-)  Oh, and Wii bowling and baseball.  Perhaps they lost on purpose, to avoid a good beating.  We may never know.

Anyway, I received an email with a picture inside just today...it was Joey (looking even bigger), sleeping alongside his new friend, their little female Jack Russell Terrier.  He loves his new home and his new life.  The picture made me cry tears of joy.  Animal rescue is very hard work, and most people are not cut out for it.  But stories like this, with fateful, happy endings, make it all worthwhile.  Tomorrow, I may visit the shelter and save another dog, in Joey's honor. 

For those of you who cannot rescue/foster our homeless animal friends, please consider helping your local animal shelters or rescue groups by volunteering your time...even one day per week makes a huge difference.  Or, your could offer transport for weekly Adopt-a-thons.  And, of course, there's always a need for financial help, especially now, in a faltering economy.  Even $10 goes a long way, Ladies and Gents!  That's one bag of kitten or puppy food, or one life-saving vaccine. 

Another great idea is to incorporate donations into your upcoming Holiday parties.  For example, my ClubFEM members have been asked to bring a child's toy or humane society donation (food, kitty litter, etc) to our next party.  Last December, we collected TONS of donations for both children and animals, which I immediately distributed to "Toys for Tots" and my local Humane Society, who desperately needed the supplies. 

There's lots of ways to help those less fortunate, my friends.  I urge you to get involved.  Volunteering can make a huge difference for those you are helping and it will make you feel great, too.  

Warmest,
Demonica 

I hear many accounts of Dommes complaining about "fake" subs out there.  But we hear so little about the "fake" Dommes.  Seems the subbies are afraid to publicly discuss this topic, so I shall. 

Recently, a boy named jeffrey, who is a dear submissive friend of mine, kindly offered his services to a couple of Dommes in Georgia, as he loves serving the Superior Female.  However, he does not believe in paying for play...he is strictly Lifestyle.  Rather than paying a few hundred bucks to get his ass beat, he will offer his services as a talented electrician, handyman, errand-runner...you name it, he'll do it. 

So, little sub-boy jeffrey recently helped one "Domme" remodel her home and assisted another "Domme" in fixing her car.  Both instances probably saved these women HUNDREDS of dollars.  Way more than a session would cost.  Yet, afterwards, jeffrey was ignored completely. 

Women like this should not be permitted to call themselves "Dommes."  They are nothing but money-grubbing, selfish, spoiled brats who don't deserve to even know people like jeffrey.  Putting "Mistress" in front of your name does not give you the right to be a BITCH, Ladies.  Using subs as doormats and nothing more will leave you with a sour reputation real quick. 

Yes, of course, it's "all about the Woman," and yes, I am a firm believer in Female Superiority and I demand respect from my subs as such, but that does not imply that I think submissive men should give all they have, over and over, and get NOTHING in return.  As with any relationship, it must be a two-way street.  Poor jeffrey would have died for a 5-minute OTK spanking, or even the mere chance to hold their drink and objectify himself as their footstool while they watched a movie.  But no, he got NOTHING.

Think of monkeys.  They will thoroughly groom their friend or mate.  Afterwards, the groomee will become the groomer in a "scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" manner.  But...if monkey #1 grooms monkey #2 over and over again, yet never once receives a grooming from monkey #2, what do you think will happen?  Do you think this is fair?  Poor monkey.

I understand that some women specialize in Financial Domination, which is fine, because there are slaves out there who truly love it (I'll never understand that one, but, whatever floats your boat).  What pisses me off is the women who claim to be real Dommes and then do something like this to sincere boys like jeffrey.  These women need to leave the Lifestyle altogether or at least call themselves what they really are. 

This little blurb is for those folks concerned, or obsessed, rather, with me and my friends, and every little move we make.