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Hello E/everyone.
I first became interested in BDSM, particularly spanking, about 10 years ago. I'm currently interested in talking to people in the BDSM sphere on a FRIENDS-ONLY basis. I would prefer to hear from people closer to my age range as I want to interact with peers I might have more in common with.
I have a great love of learning, in general. I'm an especially huge bookworm & I love animals (in a non-sexual way - no bestiality, please). I'm very passionate about people & issues I care about.
I am bilingual. Hablo ingles y español :) Mucho gusto a todos.
Thank you and may Y/you have a wonderful day.
NOTE:
**You should message me if you either:
-enjoy good conversation. -enjoy reading for the love of it -love animals -believe in social justice or dabbed a toe or two in activism on an issue you're passionate about -are a kind, understanding, & compassionate person
-are mature & respectful towards others regardless of your status (Dominant/submissive) -have taken the time to read my profile & find me of interest
***You SHOULD NOT message if you:
-only send one-liners/one-sentence message that state I'm your slut/slave/etc. or address me in a derogatory manner (I am NOT YOURS/your anything, so don't address me as such.)
-are disrespectful (If you can't be nice or talk to me like a decent human being, please fuck off. Don't waste my time or yours.)
-you are just looking for casual sex or to fuck (I am NOT INTERESTED!!!)
-are over the age of 40 & talking sex (I enjoy talking to people of all ages, but feel uncomfortable when I get messages that are sexual in nature if you're older than a certain age)
-are immature about interactions (I am a busy person, so if I don't respond right away, it is not necessary to get upset or delete my message without reading it. Don't be a child.)
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"The Parting Glass" - as sung by The Wailin' Jennys
Oh all the money that e'er I spent I spent it in good company And all the harm that e'er I've done Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Oh all the comrades that e'er I've had Are sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had Would wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I'll gently rise and I'll softly call Good night and joy be with you all. |
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"If you are happy, happiness will come to you because happiness wants to go where happiness is." - Yogi Bhajan
"Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray." - Rumi |
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"Si Tu Me Olvidas" By Pablo Neruda
En Español: (In Spanish)
Quiero que sepas una cosa.
Tú sabes cómo es esto: si miro la luna de cristal, la rama roja del lento otoño en mi ventana, si toco junto al fuego la impalpable ceniza o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña, todo me lleva a ti, como si todo lo que existe: aromas, luz, metales, fueran pequeños barcos que navegan hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien, si poco a poco dejas de quererme dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto me olvidas no me busques, que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco el viento de banderas que pasa por mi vida y te decides a dejarme a la orilla del corazón en que tengo raíces, piensa que en esa día, a esa hora levantaré los brazos y saldrán mis raíces a buscar otra tierra.
Pero si cada día, cada hora, sientes que a mí estás destinada con dulzura implacable, si cada día sube una flor a tus labios a buscarme, ay amor mío, ay mía, en mí todo ese fuego se repite, en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida, mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada, y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos sin salir de los míos.
"If You Forget Me" By Pablo Neruda
In English: (En Inglés)
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists: aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. |
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