In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play." -Friedrich Nietzche +++++++++++++++++++++++++++
DISCLAIMER: No submissives or slaves were exposed to danger during the writing of this profile. This profile does not reflect the beliefs, opinions or fetishes of Collarspace.com management.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Any use of, reproduction or plagiarism of this profile's contents for ANY reason is denied and prohibited, unless I have granted permission, in writing. Anyone ignoring this statement is tacky and unimaginative and will suffer karma biting them in the ass. Also, I will get severely litigious because I'm a real prick when annoyed and can easily afford the appropriate legal services.
I just LOVE reading profiles in which a woman says she is looking for an 'intelegent' [THEIR spelling, not mine] man. I do not 'dumb-down' for anyone. I already have a doormat by my front door and don't need one of those, either.
Look up the word 'sapiosexual'. That's me. **Feel free to message me after reading this brane, er, brein , er, brain candy, if you get the urge. The Journal and pictures aren't boring, either.**
Despite the sexual nature of this site, please don't send me flash shots of yourself until we're at least marginally acquainted. I must be crazy for saying that, but it's how I am. I CAN do 'uninhibited', but please...a bit of social foreplay first? Live with it. It's just how I'm wired.
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I KNOW my Profile's text and Journal are a 'mite longish'. They just took on a life of their own and keep growing. They also help filter out the dumdums and skimmers who don't really want to get to know someone. To those so affected, I recommend Ritalin for their Attention Deficit Disorder, and a good Remedial Reading site. At least my writing is grammatically correct (the spelling, too!) and fairly entertaining.
My Journal entries reveal a bit more about me (and my occasionally wry and eclectic sense of humor). Enjoy them in the spirit in which they were shared. As for the pictures...yes, that's me in there. The other pics are to sadistically draw smiles from the viewer.
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It is the obligation of the Dominant to continually seduce consent on many levels. That having been said, let's proceed to the Good Stuff.
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I'm searching for the woman into whose eyes I want to be looking when I take my last breath.
I WAS going to ask for a smart, pretty woman (straight or bi) without weird issues, but I thought that would be too much of a limiting factor. So the issues are OK as long as the meds work their magic. PLEASE have an intellect and a sense of humor.
I'm happily divorced. I fix broken companies and orchestrate Mergers & Acquisitions for corporate clients for a living.
Having been fortunate, I'm semiretired, work from my home office, and pick and choose my projects. That means I'm under-worked, overpaid, and have WAY too much spare time for my non-work pursuits (no complaints here).
Incidentally, the "Willing to Relocate" item does NOT mean that I need a Free Lunch. I can make a living anywhere in the world. Don't YOU be looking for a Free Lunch, either.
I'm a pleasantly perverse Alpha Male, rather intelligent, not ugly, surprisingly wrinkle-free, financially and psychologically secure, and edify those with whom I come into contact.
Do NOT make the mistake of confusing 'gentleman' with 'gentle man'. There's a time and a place for everything and I just don't equate being a Dom with being an arrogant, insecure, self-centered twit.
I prefer asserting myself by being myself. I'm not one to use fear or intimidation. Neither are productive, nor are they necessary to me, as a Dom. I'm not boorish, nor am I selfish. I'm an eroticist, not a pornographer.
The lifestyle is adult and private, and public humiliation detracts from both my sub and myself. I have NEVER hit a woman in anger.
I have only one compulsion, and it is the primary way that I show my Dom side. I enjoy causing female orgasms. Specifically, I like not causing one or two, but orgasms to the point of exhaustion, hysteria or fainting. Relax...it's not a constant, even though no one ever overdosed on orgasms, per se. I use a wide variety of methods, psychological, physical and mechanical.
The woman I find will be grateful that I had a 2 1/2 year relationship with a rather kinky female OB/Gyn, while in Graduate School. I graduated from both, With Honors. No, Porn Movies are NOT Audiovisual Instruction.
I also have an interesting Daddy Dom side, if necessary, and a bit of a subliminal lactation fetish (Who am I kidding? It's pronounced, but not a demand nor a deal-killer, when the opportunity presents itself.
I never injure nor do I draw blood. I'm a Dom (R/L), not a misogynist, and I have a firm grip on Reality. Oh, and yes, into every life some 'vanilla' must invariably fall. Dom and Romantic DO mix. Really, they do. I'm just a mushy guy that way.
I take a very strong psychological approach as well, and make a woman feel safe and secure with me personally and protected from external harm. I AM monogamous and demand total loyalty, giving the same in return. I can share with a third, but not in the core relationship. I cannot and will not share with another male (get my drift?). That's just my personal preference.
On the flip side, I have been writing poetry since childhood, collect antiques and enjoy fine dining, cooking (gasp!), museums and the theater. Camping and fishing are fine, as well.
I am prone to random acts of kindness to strangers. I give flowers for no apparent reason. I give Good Restaurant. I was raised properly.
My cat's name is Waldo. I adopted him when he was 11 weeks old. After two months and several pounds of cat treats, I finally trained him to come running when I call out, "Where's Waldo?"
I have been asked if I drink. I RARELY drink, nor do I use any other type of intoxicant or recreational drug. I just don't need them to cope with life.
****Six favorite quotes: "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Dispenser of Wisdom, Kicker of Silly Asses."-Robert Crumb, of his comic book character, Mr. Natural.
"There is nothing more beautiful than a woman in the throes of an orgasm."-Me.
"Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off."-Can't remember where I heard it, but this one stuck in my mind.
"Have you ever loved a woman until milk leaked from her as though she had just given birth to love itself, and now must feed it or burst? Have you ever tasted a woman until she believed that she could be satisfied only by consuming the tongue that had devoured her? Have you ever loved a woman so completely that the sound of your voice in her ear could cause her body to shudder and explode with such intense pleasure that only weeping could bring her full release? " -Don Juan DeMarco (Johnny Depp's character in the movie.)
"You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you...You get me closer to God" -Nine Inch Nails (NIN), "Closer"
Just one more: "On a similar note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife." -Hannibal Lecter (If you don't consider the source of this quote, it opens up a realm of possibilities.) So I have an occasionally warped sense of humor. Sue me.
********************************* In closing and to reiterate...is there an intelligent, attractive submissive woman out there who is in need of a strong anchor? Age is not a primary issue; the head and heart ARE issues.
********************************* If you want to know more, contact me. Drug/Disease Free only, please.
Oh...ONE LAST THING...if you're a GUY and you noticed from the Collarme link that I looked at your profile, it simply means that you have an ambiguous nickname or I was just being nosy. To reiterate, I'm an Orthodox Heterosexual (and no, I'm not a homophobe).
Okay...you got THIS far and since you patiently read my rantings, here's a little bit of laughter and for you ladies, a bit of insight into the nature of the beast:
-------------------------------------------- ARE YOU A REAL DOMLY MANLY-MAN? --------------------------------------------
Take This Scientific Quiz to Determine Your REAL DOMLY MANLY-MAN Quotient: 1. Alien beings from a highly advanced society visit the Earth, and you are the first human they encounter. As a token of intergalactic friendship, they present you with a small but incredibly sophisticated device that is capable of curing all disease, providing an infinite supply of clean energy, wiping out hunger and poverty, and permanently eliminating oppression and violence on Earth. You decide to: a. Present it to the President of the United States. b. Present it to the Secretary General of the United Nations. c. Take it apart.
2. As you grow older, what lost quality of your youthful life do you miss the most? a. Innocence. b. Idealism. c. Cherry bombs. 3. When is it okay to kiss another male? a. When you wish to display simple and pure affection without regard for narrow-minded social conventions. b. When he is the Pope. (But never on the lips.) c. When he is your brother and you are Al Pacino and this is the only really sportsmanlike way to let him know that, for business reasons, you have to have him killed. 4. When is it okay to hug another male? a. If he's your father and at least one of you has a fatal disease. b. If you're performing the Heimlich maneuver. (Even in this case, you should repeatedly shout, "I am just dislodging food trapped in this male's trachea! I am not in any way aroused!") c. If you're a professional baseball player and a teammate hits a home run to win the World Series, you may hug him provided that: (1) He is legally within the basepath, (2) Both of you are wearing protective cups, and (3) You also pound him fraternally with your fist hard enough to cause fractures. 5. Complete this sentence: A funeral is a good time to... a. ...remember the deceased and console his loved ones. b. ...reflect upon the fleeting transience of life. c. ...tell the joke about the guy who had Alzheimer's disease and cancer. 6. In your opinion, the ideal pet is: a. A cat. b. A dog. c. A dog that eats cats.
7. You have been seeing a woman for several years. She's attractive and intelligent, and you always enjoy being with her. One leisurely Sunday afternoon the two of you are taking it easy -- you're watching a football game; she's reading the papers -- when she suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, tells you that she thinks she really loves you, but she can no longer bear the uncertainty of not knowing where your relationship is going. She says she's not asking whether you want to get married, but only whether you believe that you have some kind of future together. What do you say? a. That you sincerely believe the two of you do have a future, but you don't want to rush it. b. That although you also have strong feelings for her, you cannot honestly say that you'll be ready anytime soon to make a lasting commitment, and you don't want to hurt her by holding out false hope. c. That you cannot believe the Jets called a draw play on third and seventeen. 8. Okay, so you have decided that you truly love a woman and you want to spend the rest of your life with her, sharing the joys and the sorrows, the triumphs and the tragedies, and all the adventures and opportunities that the world has to offer, come what may. How do you tell her? a. You take her to a nice restaurant and tell her after dinner. b. You take her for a walk on a moonlit beach, and you say her name, and when she turns to you, with the sea breeze blowing her hair and the stars in her eyes, you tell her. c. Tell her what? 9. One weekday morning your wife wakes up feeling ill and asks you to get your three children ready for school. Your first question to her is: a. "Do they need to eat or anything?" b. "They're in school already?" c. "There are three of them?"
10. When is it okay to throw away a set of veteran underwear? a. When it has turned the color of a dead whale and developed new holes so large that you're not sure which ones were originally intended for your legs. b. When it is down to eight loosely connected underwear molecules and has to be handled with tweezers. c. It is never okay to throw away veteran underwear. A real guy checks the garbage regularly in case somebody (and we are not naming names, but this would be his woman) is quietly trying to discard his underwear (frankly, of which she is jealous), because the guy seems to have a more intimate relationship with his tightie whities than with her.
11. What, in your opinion, is the most reasonable explanation for the fact that Moses led the Israelites all over the place for forty years before they finally got to the Promised Land? a. He was being tested. b. He wanted them to really appreciate the Promised Land when they finally got there. c. He refused to ask for directions. 12. What is the human race's single greatest achievement? a. Democracy. b. Religion. c. Remote control. HOW TO SCORE: Give yourself one point for every time you picked answer "c." A REAL DOMLY MANLY-MAN would score at least 10 on this test. In fact, a REAL DOMLY MANLY-MAN would score at least 15, because he would get the special five-point bonus for knowing the joke about the guy who has Alzheimer's disease and cancer.*
*Doctor: I've got your test results and some bad news. You have cancer and Alzheimer's. Patient: Boy, am I lucky! I was afraid I just had cancer! Did that joke offend you? Quit being a Drama Queen. It's a tacky joke. I didn't guarantee it would be tasteful.
Here's something for you all to stare at and enjoy:
Who'd a-thunk that a TENS unit could alleviate pain in my shoulder, as well!? Remarkable!
The TENS unit the surgeon prescribed got here today. I didn't have the heart to tell him I already have several (with which I'm rather adept). Actually, I was just being greedy.
You don't know what their 'other' use is? Here - take a peek:
I thought I'd save you the time, since I'm a black belt ninja jedi knight Googler.
Enjoy!
What!? No Journal entries for TWO YEARS!?
...the short and sweet version of the most recent goings-on:
I'm back home in Chicago, now. Shoulder operation on August 10 in L.A., fixed scarring/fraying on rotator cuff & shoulder joint, fixed frayed lower bicep tendon & reattached it, and removed arthritic deposits/spurs. (Don't ask me about gory details - I didn't DO the operation, and I'm not an Orthopod.)
I have three arthroscopy incisions and two more small incisions closed with Crazy Glue, as best I could see. Recuperation is going to be a couple of months. Yes, it hurts (like a boogerbear), but I also despise drugs, so the 90 Norco 10-325's will last quite a while. Like DuPont Chemical used to say, 'Better Living Through Chemicals'.
Can't stay on too much. It still hurts to sit up for long stretches.
Live long and prosper.
No...I'm NOT a 'Grammar Nazi', but you have to check out this video:
"All religions, with their gods, their demi-gods, and their prophets, their messiahs and their saints, were created by the prejudiced fancy of men who had not attained the full development and full possession of their faculties." -Mikhail Bakunin
So...3 days in LA, 15 day Hawaii cruise, four islands, no phone, no computer. Now I'm totally lobotomized, relaxed, and back in Chicago freezing my Truly Domly, Manly-Man (tongue-in-cheek humor) butt off. I'm trying to rationalize taking another vacation to recover from my vacation, or perhaps finding a client in a more tropical climate and letting THEM pay for the trip. Didja miss me? C'mon...lie to me...say 'Yes'.
More by Friedrich Nietzche:
"...and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."
"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."
"Whoever does not have a good father should procure one."
Here's a YouTube BDSM short, to make you laugh. You can also click the links for related videos from the same source.
A little boy was standing next to the coffee table in his living room, upon which rested his Easter Basket. His head was facing down and he was yelling into it, "AAAHHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH!" His mother ran into the living room and said, "What's wrong, honey?" "Nothing, mommy," he replied, "I'm just giving a shout-out to my peeps!"
Happy Easter/Passover/Whatever to my friends and fans.
Rome, Cairo, Istanbul, Athens, Venice. Limped allllll over the place doing the tourist bit.
Colosseum. Circus Maximus, Pantheon, Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain, The Vatican, Egyptian museums, Giza/Pyramids/Sphinx, Blue Mosque, the biggest damned shopping mall/bazaar in the world (Istanbul), Topkapi Palace/Museum, climbed (rather slowly) up the Acropolis and saw the Parthenon up close and personal at the top, Temple of Zeus, St. Mark's Square, Gondola Ride, Doge's Palace/Bridge of Sighs, and so much more!
Nov. 8 - Flew home with an extra suitcase full of tourist goodies and other purchases. Stopped off in Washington DC to visit with my daughter on the way.
Yes, they DID let me back into the U.S.! Great to be home!
Well - what was SUPPOSED to be a short emergency project in Europe turned into a 3 1/2 month ordeal and I had to put a series of domestic projects on hold.
But enough of that grousing - read Shakespeare's Sonnet 57, and smile. I suspect Shakespeare might have been a transvestite woman. I know...it's a stretch, but I'm definitely not a slave, myself. I just like the poem.
I'll get back into the swing of things in a few days. Damn, it's good to be home. Next cruise on October 25 - Italy, Egypt, Greece & Turkey.
Yesterday, I absentmindedly tried to pay for a soda at a convenience store with a five Euro note. The look on the clerk's face was priceless. Welcome back to the Land of Duh. America - gotta love it.
To paraphrase the little girl in the movie Poltergeist, "He's ba-aack!"
You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation - Plato
Something old, something new, something borrowed...I dare you to sue.
Some Deeper Thoughts:
Good Collarme Experiences are the triumphs of imagination over intelligence. As time goes by, I find that Good Collarme Experiences become the triumphs of hope over experience.
Friendship is like peeing on one's self: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
Theorem:
If you had a million monkeys at a million typewriters, eventually they would produce the complete works of Shakespeare.
This brings the obvious questions and projections:
If you wrote 'monkey' a million times, would you think you were Shakespeare? If you had a million Shakespeares, could they write like a monkey? If an infinite number of rednecks fires an infinite number of shotgun rounds at an infinite number of highway signs, they would eventually produce all of the world's great literary works in Braille. If one of the monkeys went bad, it would surely plagiarize 'A Tale of Two Cities'. Monkey claims copyright of 'Hamlet'. Film at 11. If an infinite number of monkeys sat at an infinite number of computers, they would never produce a bug-free version of Microsoft Windows. Millions of monkeys, millions of keyboards...welcome to The Internet.
There's something you should know before further experiencing my journal and peering into my inner self. Rejection merely amuses me. No, I do NOT stalk (among other reasons, I'm not a petulant child and my time is too valuable), I'm not a case of arrested emotional development, and I'm not stuck in High School. In short, life isn't to be lived from one crisis or disappointing episode to the next. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Time for a musical interlude you ALL will appreciate: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/blockedme
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Understanding those things about me, here is a 'form message' I occasionally use:
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Madam:
After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to meet, or even communicate on an ongoing basis, at all. This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejections. I blame the fluctuating economy for this, because it can't be my personality nor can it be my cologne.
With such a varied and promising field of prospective objects of my affection, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.
Despite your outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting others, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at this time. Therefore, I will presume you are interested, but my powerful yet gently realistic profile coupled with my intelligence makes you nervous. This shouldn't be a point of concern.
I look forward to hearing from you and eventually seeing you some time soon.
Best of luck in rejecting future suitors.
P.S. - I wish you good fortune as you kiss frogs. I hope one eventually turns into your Prince. I have a pocketful of discount coupons for Chapstick®! Come closer...
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I'm a Good Listener I slide my tongue into your mind
Lick those thoughts which Make you tremble As you speak... Slathering whispers Of feathers on zephyrs Through your soft valleys Rub hesitation from your thighs Then pull over your body As would a cool summer sheet Listening To your whimpered confessions As they bleed against my chest Feeling you melt into me In return.
Yes, I've thought it, too. Why are we here?
Facing an unsuspecting world Unwilling or scared to share those Innermost thoughts Innermost needs Lest they be misunderstood... Might I meet her there (where?) Among the others Whose echoed, merely 'different' Wants and desires, cravings that flow From the mind to a cold, hard keyboard And I think about her fingertips As they caress the keys I imagine their soft touch upon me as I think about her lips, softly brushing Imagining her moans An intimate kiss in the half-light My mouth filling with her sweetness As it flows over my tongue The nectar pleasing my senses as I sit here and sigh, wondering Will I find the one whose lips will part And then gasp at the first touch of My warm, wet tongue At the tip of her Most sensitive, intimate flesh Quivering as I slickly slide lower To the entrance From which life and Lust and craving flow side by side She impatiently awaits As do I... And I sigh And I go on
I was sitting here contemplating what I should put in this Journal Entry.
All I could come up with is that COLLARME.COM is its own version of Garrison Keillor's Lake Wobegon, but in here we might say:
Welcome to COLLARME.COM, where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and all the teenagers are decoys for MSNBC's show, "To Catch a Predator".
** Feel free to send me a message after you've recovered from my Profile & Journal. Silence never got anyone anything. **
I got a kick out of this quote:
"Look, if you want to torture me, spank me, lick me, do it. But if this poetry shit continues just shoot me now please." - Lori Petty, in the movie Tank Girl.
I heard you whimper When I was deep inside I leaned down to kiss you As I bent you double Tasting my precum On your tongue Your third hand twitched Squeezed And you obeyed me When I hissed At you To come for me Again and again Eyes locked Nostrils flared Looking down I owned you For that moment And more...
In Front Of You All Along
When does the verse cease For the searching submissive? Professing claims that she has no cares When she craves To swallow it whole. Her muse is tantalizingly erectile, As she push-pulls to have that Feared, elusive One and Only. Thinking she's encountered him She fingers prose in messages Until the last imagined whiff of (Women 'glow', don't they?) Beaded perspiration, parfum, Mingled fluids, all evaporate. The emotions are smeared While seeking to hide them. Worrying in the face of reality As her syllables suffer, She tries to push away the poet. Past errors revisited, now expelled, Claiming yet another time never To fall intensely. Ignoring this For the first time, With open emotive legs She smiles and surrenders And relishes the calm.
Who said you don't have 'good taste'?
Your Soul Would I Savor
Your soul would I savor...
...tracing each wandering trail of memory you might share, into whatever nooks and niches they lead
gently kissing with healing intent bruises and calluses left by flinty and hollow and other encounters along the way you've walked
with licks of lilting laughter tickle soft and tender thoughts blooming in fields of fragrant whimsies over which you dance;
and if, perchance, you share and place before me some secret desires, fleeting fantasies, I would weave my way around them from big to little, and slowly draw each in, one by one, to taste, and then
slide slippery along the arch of your dreams exploring the all of who you are
Someone asked me, having noticed that I write poetry myself, what poem it is that I consider my favorite.
For this reason, my friends, I share with you a poem to be sipped of slowly, and experienced as you would a fine wine.
Last Gods by Galway Kinnell
She sits naked on a rock a few yards out in the water. He stands on the shore, also naked, picking blueberries. She calls. He turns. She opens her legs showing him her great beauty, and smiles, a bow of lips seeming to tie together the ends of the earth. Splashing her image to pieces, he wades out and stands before her, sunk to the anklebones in leaf-mush and bottom-slime--the intimacy of the visible world. He puts a berry in its shirt of mist into her mouth. She swallows it. Over the lake two swallows whim, juke, jink, and when one snatches an insect they both whirl up and exult. He is swollen not with ichor but with blood. She takes him and sucks him more swollen. He kneels, opens the dark, vertical smile linking heaven with the underneath and licks her smoothest flesh more smooth. On top of the rock they join. Somewhere a frog moans, a crow screams. The hair of their bodies startles up. They cry in the tongue of the last gods, who refused to go, chose death, and shuddered in joy and shattered in pieces, bequeathing their cries into the human mouth. Now in the lake two faces float, looking up at a great maternal pine whose branches open out in all directions explaining everything.
