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I "arrived" to a really great (and not just because it's free) video online tonight. Two guys, one girl. Yummy. |
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Hello Luva! Too small to read.... okay now. Much better! I haven't been on in a while and after reading through a few profiles and journal entries, I am reminded of the same things we have all at one time or another either read, or written ourselves. And that is the statement that there aren't many real ones on this site. And I wonder how one would know that. And real what? Wannabes are real. They are real wannabes. If they act like they are not interested in you, it doesn't mean they aren't real. Woman seeking to be a slave sounds real. Perhaps you engage in conversation and at some point it is determined by one or the other (or both) that there is no connection there. But does that mean neither of them are real? I think not. And what does "real" mean? A real person? A real Dom? Isn't it a state of mind for the most part anyway? I am a sub because I have tendencies to want to serve and to be owned in the sense of being taken care of. Decisions, what to wear, what to eat, how to exercise. Now if someone approaches me and we exchange emails, and (too often) we find we aren't a "fit", does that mean I'm not real? Well I guess so, if the Dom says it. But only my Dom (whoever he is) could really be in a position to make that judgment.
I think if we say what we truly mean we could relate with one another better. Instead of saying "she's not real" try "she blew me off" or "she was nice, but we weren't a fit," or "she said she was trying to dom from the bottom" or even "she was a real beeeatch."
Everyone on here is real. Real what is what we have to turn our attention to. No one in here unless they have met each other in person can say "he's not real" or "she's not real."
So get real!  |
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If anyone is interested in picking up the Marketplace series of books, let me know. I'm clearing out some of my old books to make room for more. They are paperback and in excellent condition. |
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Well that wasn't all that, so now I am going to be a butterfly. A really big blue one with white dots and white feelers. I will be the prettiest, and fly the highest. I'll be too fast for the birds to catch me, and the wind will be my escape. You just might find me flying around your window, trying to see if any of you butterflys care to join me.  Hey! Where'd my wings go? Hmmmph. |
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We are in a tornado watch tonight. I think I'll let somebody else watch for it. I have a splitting headache and I am giving up on all men forever and ever amen. I just took a huge sleeping pill and my pouting will cease within about 20 minutes. That's one way to keep me quiet! Announcement: I am no longer looking for male companionship. I have decided to go into the closet so that I can "come out." Or maybe I will go to a convent. I like those crosses they wear and they all seem so serene. Yeah, that sounds nice. |
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Those who would be original need not take their lesson from a pig and their aroma from a skunk. Peeee-ewe! |
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I am a "no manners" magnet tonight, methinks! Does everyone on here introduce themselves by revealing that their most important need in a relationship is to be deepthroated? Or what about the huge revelation that you are patient in your search for good pussy. What happened to wit, charm, and originality? Actually, I did see a few really interesting profiles tonight. I best hush up before somebody pops me.  |
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Are there no gentlemen left? |
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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel, awhile!
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns
Song in Scots (1794)
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It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. -- Aristotle |
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Posterity: you will never know how much it has cost my generation to preserve your freedom. I hope you will make good use of it. -- John Quincy Adams
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Re a journal comment I read today:
"The United States of America. The only country where the citizens have to be bilingual.....sheesh. The problem is we have too many "groups" of americans....african, mexican, chinese, native.....if we were all just "Americans" there would be much less prejudice. The groups think they are special and deserve special rules and treatment. BAH! Pretty cheap price to pay for living in the greatest country in the world...learn the language!!!!"
LOL - Haven't you heard? This used to BE Mexico!!! ¡Quizás es usted quién tiene que ampliar sus horizontes, Amigo!  |
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A few years ago I was walking into my history class as the students in the class before us were leaving. They were late getting out, and from the looks on their faces had obviously just taken a test. I asked one of the guys on his way out what class this was. He said "abstract algebra." I told him "I though all algebra was abstract." He did not laugh.  |
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I love the sound of my train at night. I claim it as my train, as it thunders by so closely to my abode. If I close my eyes and listen to the whail of my locomotive, I can, in an instant, be in my grandparents' backyard, raking millions of freshly fallen autumn leaves into an enormous pile while scolding my little brother not to jump in until every last yellow, orange and red leaf is in place. He can barely hear me though I shout, as the train is blowing by; a huge mass of metal, warning all not to cross. Another miniature moment of my past, now tucked away with the other treasures of my mind, until my train calls it out again.
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What is another word for Thesaurus?  |
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The best advice for those who lie with frequency is to write in a journal and refer to it often.  |
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I wish I could sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am up to my ten zillionth sheep. Gotta get up for work soon. Crap. |
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And no vulgarities, either! Hmmmph! |
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No illegal activities? Sheesh. What kind of place is this?  |
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. -- Edgar Allan Poe
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Today is the day the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad! -- Psalm 118:24 |
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A mother is like a prism - she directs her children's light and breaks it into many colors, sending it out in a straight line; after which it must bounce around the universe to discover its own destiny. -- 1000 Reasons Why You're the Perfect Mom, Michael Powell |
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Name the movie and character: "Oh! What a world what a world! I'm meeeelting!" ~ elle
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Life is so precious. Let's not waste another moment! I have been away, but have returned. I hope this finds you doing well. Peace, friends. |
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The pain of heart echoes softly even in melody and thunders rampant in the quiet of the starlit night. ~ elle |
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Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either. -- Henry Ward Beecher |
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Dread not infanticide; the crime is imaginary: we are always mistress of what we carry in our womb, and we do no more harm in destroying this kind of matter than in evacuating another, by medicines, when we feel the need. Marquis de Sade |
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Stand firm in your refusal to remain conscious during algebra. In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra. Fran Lebowitz |
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The stars which shone over Babylon and the stable in Bethlehem still shine as brightly over the Empire State Building and your front yard today. They perform their cycles with the same mathematical precision, and they will continue to affect each thing on earth, including man, as long as the earth exists. Linda Goodman |
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Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back; a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. -- Anais Nin |
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I, with deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. -- Anais Nin |
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