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When dealing with the subconscious mind, imagination is more powerful than knowledge

Courage is something Ive never been short on. Heart of a lion, soul of a poet... imagination always precedes me.... If I like you... First thing Ill do is write you into a story ...and show you

..I am a sapiosexual switch... Alpha to everyone else... Ill be submissive to only you... I dont share or settle for second best.. You should be the same. Fiercly passionate about the things I care about. When Im ignited.. Its unstoppable... Be ready to love and be loved... I never half ass anything. Always a lady in public. A sexual deviant in bed. Theres nothing that means more to me than intimacy. Love being touched in every way all the time. I am an empath.

About you

Dominant, Intelligent. Focused. You value integrity, honesty, monogamy, good manners, discipline. Your creative and seeking one female to be your partner, lover, wife long term. You always get your way.

Accustomed to a lifestyle that allows us to be inseparable. I am chemically friendly.

special preference if your into mind control or hypnosis. NLP.

.......if your married or already in a relationship with someone and still seeking others to play with OR young enough to be my child please pass me by.

A few of my favorite people

Doug Stanhope

Kate Mckinnon

Christian Grey

Dean Koontz

Pat Monohan

Lenny Kravitz

Trent Reznor

Aiden Howarth

Jed Mckenna

Terence McKenna

Sasha Grey

Adrian Brody

Alex Jones

Joe Rogan

Chris Delia
Zakk Wylde

Marilyn Manson

Don Henly

Stevie Nicks

Tom Leykis

Cirque Du Soleil

Jim Carrey

Kid Rock

"Switch" Day we meet, I'll hand you the wireless remote to the vibrator I'll be wearing In my ass, You can turn it on during dinner. .as we eat Watching me sweat.. and stifle it, Knowing when you get between my legs.. the juices will already be flowing. I'll be at edge of my seat whole time. I'll wear a short dress. You'll know I'm turned on so much. Intoxicated... with the lust in my eyes. speechless.. you'll have to order for me..Knowing I want to jump you right there ..but I cant. We get to the car.. and I'm trembling. .You put me inside.. I'm paralyzed.. on edge of orgasm. .You reach between my legs.. my face .. begging eyes. How can you do this to me.. I'll ask, It's easy you say... you like me like this, and tell me.. We have a long nite ahead. I'm trying to hold my breath.. closing my eyes.. as your hand reaches my wetness. You know I'm melting. You take out your cock. Show it to me..Don't touch .. you say. I'm screaming inside for it... but I obey. You make me watch you....stroke it... fire in my eyes. S.... don't speak.. you say...Don't move..You turn on the vibrator again...It takes my breath away..I'm groaning... Eyes wide The hitch in your breath makes the corners of my mouth curl in a mischievous I drive, the faint scent of want and pussy dances past my nostrils...The combination of the sight and sound of you prove only to force more blood into my already engorged cock.. I sense your need as I park the car..your eyes lock onto the front door as if to find solace knowing once inside your suffering will finally abate...I turn off the engine and the night becomes deathly quiet. The silence broken only by the faint whirring of the devious machine that keeps you on the edge of bliss but does not hold the power to grant you relief...your head turns to me, your eyes still filled with ache and watch wantonly as I give my member a few more strokes then fit it back in my pants and zip it away...I pick up the remote and adjust the speed to assure your arousal will stay peaked for the walk to the front I look at you I lean as my hand softly caresses your bare leg, I slide it toward your heat and speak.."stay my pet...I will help you inside."... As the last word leaves my mouth my thumb glances over your swollen clit..your eyes close and you g...the smile returns to my face and I exit the car...I walk around to your door and open it offering you my hand as your legs fight to remain solid under you...the vibration of the egg that resides in your ass finds new methods of torture as it shifts once you lift from the stand and I watch as you seek control enough to walk to the house...the light of the porch lamp proves useful when it causes a glint from a droplet of wetness as needful evidence rains slowly down your leg... It is a short walk to the front door...but in your current state it seems almost an insurmountable command your feet to move and begrudgingly they comply paying the price with each step...the egg adjusts with every attempt to propel yourself towards your goal...and each adjustment brings a different level of stimulation. " one step at a time my pet." I say understanding your need to move slowly yet not willing to cease the constant vibration that would ease your torturous journey. Wetness streams down your leg as the incessant barrage of sensation radiates from deep in your bowls causing your breath to become erratic and your eyes to close as waves of heightened arousal strike your body....after finally reaching the door I unlock it and usher you inside...with the door now closed and we are hidden from any that might seek to witness what is to come next...I turn and look at you..again the impish grin fills my face as I behold you. I bring my palm gently to your cheek and make my way into your hair...once my finger are firmly entwined I make a fist and softly pull the captured locks downward causing your neck to bend back... "Now my pretty pet..." I say with a low demanding voice. " tell me what you want most at this moment." ... a word caught in my throat.. as I look up at face bring your lips right close to mine.. your eyes still open.. our eyes locked.. "say it".. you demand... your other hand pressing me back against the wall...and in one swift move your cock is out know I'm shaking.. I feel the soft buzzing in my ass , my pussy drops uncontrolled. Fire in my voice barely squeaking out the Sir.. as you reach down and gently place your hand up my dress over my mound.. take this whisper...directly.....then release me.. I slump back against the wall.. letting out a deep breath... eyes close.. I'm so dizzy.. head swirling... You move toward the bedroom... yelling back.. as you turn the corner.. do it now!... instantly I stand back up and in one swoop.. I'm naked..and frantic as I follow your voice.. trailing into the other soon as I get around the corner.. your right there.. catching me in your arms, wrapping me up.. smiling.. where you going in such a hurry slave? No where... that's where...
Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we know and understand. While imagination embraces the entire world and all there will ever be to know and understand
I have been on the road all over the east coast for the last month so if you were trying to have communication and I didn't get back to you yet that's why. I'm not going to be back home for a few more days so.. Be well....
Here are the 25 Traits of an Alpha male: 1. An Alpha male is very comfortable with himself. He always radiates confidence. He does not fear anyone, he does not really care how people think of him. Confidence is him. He knows he is more important than anyone else in his life. 2.Is very passionate in life. He knows what he loves to do and follows his dreams. A true Alpha male has goals and ambitions, and really high ones. He follows these to the ultimate end, and ends up living a fulfilled life. (And women love passionate men with ambition. They see these kind of men becoming very successful in life and in their subconcious minds this is a qualifying factor in choosing a mate that will be able to provide for their future kids.) 3. Failure is only a minor setback for a real Alpha Male. Its only part of the process, he is learning. He is moving. He will always bounce back from failure, learn from the experience and move ahead with life. Nothing holds him back, after all, he is the Alpha male. Nothing can put him down. This is how he overcomes the challenges in his life. 4. He is always composed. An alpha male never loses composure, he is always himself, thoughtful and calculated. He won?t be carried away in emotional spasms. 5. Driven. A real Alpha male is very self- driven and self disciplined. Once he decides his target, all his attention will be at achieving his goal. He will do everything persistently to achieve what he wants. This is also why Alpha males drive women crazy, they are men of their own, they don?t need to be told what they should do. Women prefer men who make the decisions. 6. High morals and values. A true Alpha male is not what we will call a ?loose? man. He has high moral principles. He is not abusive or arrogant and does not look down upon others. Many people confuse Alpha males and Bullies. But generally, while bullies are very aggressive on the outside, alpha males are very calm, calculated and controlled people. 7. An Alpha male is a natural leader. He is always looked up upon to provide direction when needed. 8. An Alpha male is a Problem Solver. In a company or organization, he will always be put in a challenging position and because of this, he will be highly regarded and compensated. He will always be the best at what he does. 9. Dress- Code- Smart. Not that he really cares what anyone thinks of how he dresses; that is not very important to him. But he still dresses the best way possible, always. Its just part of his nature, after all, he wants the best in life! He doesn?t have to but he knows he should. 10. He believes in growth. He knows that change is an internal process and takes time. He does not blame anyone for his mistakes because he knows that he has the power to make his life better and become a better man. Life for him is all about constant growth. This is the real essence of a man living a life of purpose. Every successful man in history knew this. That life is learning process. It is only an arrogant person who thinks they know it all. Humble yourself and learn! 11. With women he always poses a challenge. No, he is not chosen by women, he CHOOSES them! He does not throw himself at women and start acting needy with women. For him its the other way round. They really have to impress him and earn his attention. 12. A True Alpha male is not bossy. Not at all. He likes to listen to others? opinions. If he is in a position of leadership he will let everyone share their thoughts and collectively find the solution. That?s why his co- workers love him! His team always wins. 13. He is not afraid to face his faults or admit when he is wrong. For a real Alpha male, there is nothing wrong with admitting when he has done something wrong. Its all about moving on with life, finding a solution, moving forward. If he wronged someone, he will politely admit and apologise, without making a big deal out of it, then move on to the next best thing. 14. He does not have to prove himself. An alpha male is being of very high self esteem, he does not need anyone?s approval to make him feel better about himself. 15. Alpha males are very clever, smart and cunning people. He?s got a real keen mind. He will assess situations and find the best logical solutions. In business alpha males do very well, their analytical skill and keen mind goes a long way. 16. Dominant, not aggressive, Alpha males also posess superior social skills. 17. Social behavior ? Hang out mostly with other alpha males. A true Alpha male finds the most value in hanging out with others like him. He also finds growth in doing this by learning from others who are better than him at one thing or another. That is why he never fails in life, he surrounds himself with people who are either like him or better achieved than him. Those are his company. 18. Physically fit. Alpha males are into healthy living and proper eating. They workout regularly, this also helps them become more focused on their goals and ambitions. This is why most Alpha?s are well built and all masculine. 19. Optimistic. Alpha males will always see the positive side of things and make the best out of what they have. A true Alpha male knows that in every problem there lies therein an opportunity. They just have to find it. Body Language 20. Alpha males talk slowly. They never rush things, they are always in control. They have a way of having there audience eat at their every word. They know they are important and when they talk they command this importance. 21. They walk slowly, not not lazily. There is a difference. Alpha males are very controlled people. They are not always in a rush like everyone else. An Alpha male will be very disciplined to be on time or earlier for a meeting and well prepared. He will therefor have enough time to observe and think through his strategy. 22. Really Good Communicators. The alpha male is a great communicator both verbal and non-verbal. He shows his feelings through positive body language and is not afraid to show his sexual side. Women love this too ? Men who are not wussies at flirting and showing their sexuality. It is not about telling a woman that you love her. Its about Expressing it in body Language and letting her read it with her subconscious mind. 23. Witty. Alpha males have a high sense of humor, they always live on the fun side of life. Its never always too serious for them. 24. Alpha males know that they are important. When you call them (Unlike Beta males) they will take their time to turn their head and focus on you. You always have to prove worthy of their attention. 25. Alpha males Demonstrate Strength. The kind of strength that will make a woman believe that she is safe with him and that he can protect her when it comes to that. Women are generally the weaker sex, and always look for comfort in Alpha males; men who are dominant.
So I just found out what service submissive means. ( a non sexual servant) ?I can imagine the obsession it would inspire if He never touched me. Endless. And what I would be willing to endure to try and change his mind. ?(Anything) super fascinating.

? ? ?I should have known the term. I rarely lay a finger on a person Im dominanting. ?Most effective way to control.?
I'll keep exploring. I'd love the mind fuck of it. To be beaten at my own game one time would definitely stop me in my tracks.?

? ? ?Anyways, I've been reading Bishops Journal today. It's hilarious but right on point. Dude knows his shit. If you have some time and want to learn some tricks to bed any woman you want.. or at least a good laugh, I recommend it.. here's a link to my copy....? Chapter 18 on hypnosis is very fascinating!
Lets be clear..... Im not seeking a submissive partner... 
I wiped all my interests because I'd rather be conformed. Molded. None of it really matters. Every interaction is conducive to the effect of the other person. I'd rather be a slow journey of question marks delicately explored than an open book one might skip through a few pages and think they know the story...
Deal breakers... If your not single...please don't waste my time I do not share or settle for second best...

If your young enough to be my child it isn't possible for me to be interested in you sexually...

I'm never going to enjoy calling anyone Daddy. That's just wierd to me.
I love role playing but I am not vanilla at all.
I don't play guys. No matter what. If I like you, you will know, if I'm not interested, I'll tell you as well. And why.

Even if your hot enough to travel for , the effort it takes to build something over long distances is exhausting , it makes better sense to just shop local...
So many guys ask if am I more Domme or sub.. I'm a switch.. it all depends on who you are. I do speak both languages fluently. If your younger and kinda submissive... not sure yet.... curious what you are... you'll be on your knees. Serving. If there's any question of who will be the ruler, it ends up being me. It's not what I truly want, it's not what my core screams for but it's how it always ends up. If your a true dominant, you won't have to ask alot of questions . You'll already know how things are going to go and I won't have a choice. That's what I want. A guy who knows. He might listen to my rules, every single one of them, and he won't mind, might even smile as he's listening. Like he cares. Then methodically, in a diabolical way, he will make me eat every single word. Slowly. Just to prove a point. And he might make me thank him for it every time. I don't get to make any rules, and neither do you if I own you. You have big ideas about being owned Fine. Hold onto your fantasys, where your safe because in my reality we won't be dreaming. You'll get to struggle and suffer. You'll learn what it means to need. And beg. Pray. Just exactly the way I should be made to. But havent. I promise you won't be the same person. Same way when I find the person I will belong with, any ability or desire to go back to the way I was or to leave will be gone. This isn't games or casual friends with benefits. It isnt about sex. All or nothing is what I give and what I demand. I'll stay alone rather than settle for anything less than I'm prepared to offer. I'm long term. I want the hard work it takes to build something meaningful. It's the only way that's worth it.

I had the oddest premonition that you
would appreciate my distaste
for everything
little did I know eventually that it would include me

everytime I kissed you I tasted and hid the bleeding with a smile
I am nothing before you
a servant crawling on willingly
broken knees
each passing thought corrupts and sustains my insanity thankfully

Like a fool I give in
at first chance to concede
to see your sad face smile for a moment
only to make this anger infection spread onto me

to just taste you In my time of need
denied unbelief
the solace in the feeling that you're leaving with a piece of me
in your teeth would be enough to make the world go away

the memories...the scars...the pictures of you strewn across the floor waiting to fade, tarnished by my careless blood covering everything.

I feel as a street light donning an empty midnight road.
considerate yet undesired,beaten tortured and stubborn.

I remain Inanimate.

I'll be here waiting.

till I see you again.
"Jump from the cliff, build your wings on the way down"
Too funny not to share

“Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”

English translation: “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
"Here’s a simple test. If it’s soothing or comforting, if it makes you feel warm and fuzzy; if it’s about getting into pleasant emotional or mental states; if it’s about peace, love, tranquility, silence or bliss; if it’s about a brighter future or a better tomorrow; if it makes you feel good about yourself or boosts your self-esteem, tells you you’re okay, tells you everything’s just fine the way it is; if it offers to improve, benefit or elevate you, or if it suggests that someone else is better or above you; if it’s about belief or faith or worship; if it raises or alters consciousness; if it combats stress or deepens relaxation, or if it’s therapeutic or healing, or if it promises happiness or relief from unhappiness, if it’s about any of these or similar things, then it’s not about waking up. Then it’s about living in the dreamstate, not smashing out of it. On the other hand, if it feels like you’re being skinned alive, if it feels like a prolonged evisceration, if you feel your identity unraveling, if it twists you up physically and drains your health and derails your life, if you feel love dying inside you, if it seems like death would be better, then it’s probably the process of awakening."--Jed McKenna
..."Comes a time when you can't see past what you want, desire..can't feel nothing else,  like stepping into a river,  water rushing , your feet leaving the earth..."

"The Harrow" 2016
"Personal revolution is fueled by emotional energy of the purest intensity. That intensity comes from focus and that kind of focused emotional energy doesn?t look like love or tranquility or compassion. It looks like seething rage or ugly business, but that?s how it works. Suicidal discontent; that?s how true enlightenment is realized and why it so rarely is found. Rockets aren?t launched into space on chanting and prayers, and escaping the ego?s gravity requires an equivalent amount of explosive force. You have to take all the emotional energy you normally blast out in a thousand directions and focus it on a single point. It?s all or nothing. But instead of adopting a warlike posture, you must, counter-intuitively, lower your shields and defenses. Surrender totally. More deeply than can even be imagined. You can?t win by fighting. The very thing that fights, that resists, is the ego, the thing you seek to overthrow. You know this from your own experience." --JM
If your requirement is that I be submissive to anyone but you then we aren't going to be right for each other.
There's nothing more sacred or valuable than a long term monogamous relationship.
Terms of endearment offered by a slave are always unconditional
If it doesnt matter what I said , what I want or what I need then it doesnt matter what I feel or how I feel or even if I feel. Im just an object. A subject.. A slave
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all...
Mental slavery is the ultimate form of slavery. It gives you the illusion of freedom. Makes you trust, love and defend your oppressor while making an enemy of those who are trying to free you or open your eyes.
    The strength in submission can never be found in resisting your deepest nature and what calls to you. As you say (and know and feel inside of you), forgetting about it is impossible. But even the truest submissives are rarely able to see what their submission is at its deepest and purest and most rarefied state.
Submission is ultimately submission to life, surrender to reality, and can only be empowering when certain truths and mysteries about ourselves, the world, and existence itself are understood. Otherwise it will inevitably become a battle between finding that naked, raw honesty of true submission and surrender, and always seeking it in a form where others may take advantage of the gift without being able to understand it, or even care about the sanctity of your own body, mind and spirit. 
Just as the 12 steps say you are powerless over your addiction, so too are you powerless over your submission. You can learn to resist a drug or alcohol addiction because the addictive substance is not your true nature, just a substitute for embodying your true nature. And once you discover your natural ability to be fully alive and feel the wonder of life, drugs actually are a let down by comparison. 
Submission is different. It is not an outside thing, like a drug or an experience. It is ingrained, written in your soul, and is ultimately the key to unlocking the door of the greatest mystery and truth that there is...the only one, in the end, that is worthy of our journey in this life. 
Submission can weaken you and put you in danger when it is still only a longing and a profound feeling and need, but not yet claimed, embodied,  understood and fully lived. However, I assure you that when you go even deeper into your submission than you have perhaps even dreamed possible, beyond any scene, experience or idea, it will free you totally and absolutely, and leave you no longer vulnerable to others. For just as you can come to see drugs as a poor substitute for the fully alive state of being, so too will you see most people's idea of submission as a shallow echo of reality, and you will not be drawn in by their desires, for your own unbreakable knowing of truth will become so strong that it will burn away all that is false.

In back roads of still whispers my voice calling your name
lingers over empty sidewalks and races through fallow fields
of backyard pools of sorrow and desolation driveways.
I look for you in shallow Indian graves abandoned to history,
replanted with roses and oleanders and tract homes and putting greens.
I listen for ephemeral traces of incandescent reveries lost to tomorrow
when I will swim with you in a river of spirit purified
by lava beds and glaciers long gone and glaciers yet to come.
You pass through flesh, through skin, through the souls of your lovers
as they pull you tightly to their side and encompass you within their arms,
encircling nothing.
You are stardust,
you are photons deceiving the eye, 

you are transient, transparent, transcendent, 
you are stardust,
are stardust,
you are stardust...
Cacophonous midnight, the roar of 10,000 wings as a thunderstorm of bats
emerge from ancient caves, a black cloud darker than night, descending 
en masse upon an insect nation, feasting; and I dream you, 
a woman in a diaphanous dress carried across the sky, embedded 
within rain clouds pouring down upon my uncovered head, washing through 
my outstretched hands like air, like starlight, like rain evaporating untouched, 
defying definition and spatial dimension.
On the sidewalk, in the cafe, awake in bed, at 2 AM, at 3 AM at 4 AM,
it is there in your eyes, immersed in the convoluted pathways of your mind,
such thoughts, such longings. you yearn for the simplicity of geometry as it
eludes Euclid and is transmogrified by the quantum fluctuations of your heart
into insolvable equations with unstable variables, like subatomic particles
incessantly in motion,
never at rest,
never at rest,
never at rest...

In the morass of morning, your face a bleached reflection in a screen.
you have awakened into another day in a room of artificial luminosity 
sealed off from the sun, bisected by the means of mediated communication;
by wires, 
by phone lines, by electrons, where you cannot hear me
invoking your spirit in fire 280 feet below sea level in Death Valley, 
cannot feel me washing our spirits in melted snow 
upon the peak of Spring Mountain,
cannot see me capturing and releasing 

your spirit into the ether,
light years above the golden fields where 

archaic mounds of mysterious stones spell out your name, 
spell out your name,


May your fire and beauty 
continue to burn

A Tease

You walk casually
through the intimate spaces of my imaginings
leave traces of your vital essence
within the arid desert of my mind
I reach out and try to touch you
take hold of you
pull you close
but you are just outside the fluttering of my fingertips
a mirage
just smoke and mirrors
an illusion
a single drop
of water teasing a mind that is parched
a soul dehydrated
a heart that is thirsting
in desperate need of being quenched
and of knowing satiation
my fragile mind plays tricks on me
and you toy with me
like I am but a mere mouse
and you are the cruel Cheshire cat
laughing and grinning
at a joke that I am unable to perceive
trapped in this reality
made up of twisted fiction
you torture me
scoff at my advances
turn ethereal when I would even dare dream to touch you
you tease me with the vital liquid of life contained within your well
a mirage
smoke and mirrors
an illusion
a single drop
of water teasing
a heart, mind and soul
in desperate need of just one small drink

Ohh father tell me
Do we get what we deserve
We get what we deserve

Way down we go
Way down we go
Way down we go
Way down we go

You let your feet run wild
The time has come as we all go down
Ohh before the fall
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?

'Cause they will run you down
down to the dark
yes and they will run you down
down 'till you fall
and they will run you down
down to your core
'till you can't crawl no more

And way down we go
way down we go
way down we go
'cause they will run you down
down till you're caught
ohh way down we go

Way down we go
way down we go
way down we go
way down we go

The Perfect slave It is essential for me to be able to give myself without reservation, without expecting anything in return except to merit the rank and title of slave chosen above all; to regret nothing, to provoke no reproach, to offer the best image of myself, or more simply, to give myself over.The slave is by definition very sensitive to the manner in which she is treated, even if humiliation is indistinguishable from the pleasure that she gains.Fear of disappointing him through refusal pushes me sometimes to accept certain trials which repulse me but attest to my belonging to him.
Grace is an unearned gift

Some people think that sex is a physical capacity which functions independently of one's mind, choice, or code of values. They think that your body creates a
desire and makes a choice for you -- just about in some such way as if iron ore transformed itself into railroad rails of its own volition. Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers.
But, in fact, a man's sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions. Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself. No matter what corruption he's taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act
which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment -- just try to think of performing it as an act of selfless charity! -- an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces him to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and to accept his real ego as his standard of value. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience -- or to fake -- a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value
will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer, because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut. He does not seek to gain his value, but to express it. There is no conflict between the standards of his mind and the desires of his body...
Observe the ugly mess which most men make of their sex lives -- and observe the mess of contradictions which they hold as their moral philosophy. One proceeds from the other. Love is our response to our highest values, and can be nothing
else. Let a man corrupt his values and his view of existence -- let him profess that love is not self-enjoyment but self-denial, that virtue consists, not of pride but of pity or pain or weakness or sacrifice, that the noblest love is
born, not of admiration but of charity, not in response to values but in response to flaws, -- and he will have cut himself in two. His body will not obey him, it will not respond, it will make him impotent toward the woman he professes
to love and draw him to the lowest type of whore he can find. His body will always follow the logic of his deepest convictions; if he believes that flaws are values, he has damned existence as evil and only the evil will attract him. He has damned himself and he will feel that depravity is all he is worthy of enjoying... Then he will scream that his body has vicious desires
of its own which his mind cannot conquer, that sex is sin, that true love is a pure emotion of the spirit. And then he will wonder why love brings him nothing but boredom and sex nothing but shame....
Only the man who extols the purity of a love devoid of desire is capable of the depravity of a desire devoid of love.
Ayn Rand

Deep Eyes,
Fresh smelling Hair,
lover to the Sun,
Elusive Butterfly,
Velvet lips,
Nice skin,
Good feelings,
Wet Kisser,
"She changes everything she touches, and everything she touches changes"

Sexy is a storm that wakes you up and makes you watch it.
Sexy is waking up to the warmth of the Sun.
Watching her movements.
"Its not about the light of day or dark of night, its about the love I give to
make everything alright"

"Life lived in the absence of the psychedelic experience that primordial Shamanism is based on is life trivialized, life denied, life enslaved to the ego".



"she must not have a shred of doubt that she will be loved with the same intensity that she serves."



  "I want an unbridled sexual revolution every day"

“‘Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you…’
‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.

Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real, you don’t mind being hurt…It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.’ ”
-Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

I don't believe in some pre conceived notion of fate..

that to me is a cop out...

it is funny you never really know who you are until you are put in the position that shows your true character...

in lil ways and in big ways...

most of of us have a fairly clear idea of who we are...

how we would handle things..

what we do in said situation..

I believe that I would do whatever I could for my family...

and, pretty much when those opportunities arise I am there...

I believe myself to be someone who if I hit a car I would leave my name and number...

I write this not because I am some good person who knows the right thing
...but more because I find I am surprised...not hurt..but surprised by people who say who they are ...but when the reality of who they are comes up...they choose not to do the right thing...

to rationalize, blame, justify, and in some cases straight out lie...

No this is not about any one person..or even situation..

I surprise myself when I cry for things I never knew I would cry for...and yet, do not shed a tear for the things I was sure would break my heart...

an unexamined life is a life that leads to not only a lost person..but a person who will carelessly, thoughtlessly trample on others...

believe you me I am no angel....but, this I do know when given the opportunity to right a wrong I do it, when given the opportunity to rise to the occasion I do it...

to act as though my actions do not affect others is cruel and unkind..

and, so it goes..

We dont see things as they are, we see things as we are.

The cure

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book...or you take a trip...and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure.
That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place. A person, a book, a song and it awakens them and saves them from death.

Some never awaken.

The Perfect? Master

I am a Dominant Man. I am just that. I am not Dominant because of any superiority on My part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent, or wiser. I am not Dominant because of the Strength or mass of My body. I am not, nor would I want to be, Dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master. I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. you have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. you tell me of the needs of your heart and body. you have given Me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor. you are a woman. you are not weak or inferior because of it. you are a treasure to be cherished. W/we are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend and provide for you. you are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. your belief in Me gives Me courage and direction. your strength disperses My doubt. your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to My efforts. W/we are not equal. W/we are halves of a whole. W/we compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to Dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. W/we each recognize and accept our worth, and O/our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs. you are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. you do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. you expect a Man to stand strong and be a Man. you desire and flourish in the strength and control of a Man. In return you present control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty, and the faithfulness of your heart. you submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened My Heart and Soul to you; because I have listened to your words with My ears and Heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions; because I have proven worthy in your eyes; you have given Me the only true treasure of life; you have given Me Dominance over you. What you give is not abnormal; but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman could give a Man. you have given Me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to Me. your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind. I Dominate you only because you have allowed it. I dominate only because you have allowed Me to, and when I see your body kneel before Me, in My Mind and Heart you are raised above all other woman, and all the treasures of the earth

It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn't matter if the room has been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years - we turn on the light and it is illuminated. Once we control our capacity for love and happiness, the light has been turned on.Happiness comes from spiritual wealth, not material wealth...

Happiness comes from giving, not getting. If we try hard to bring happiness to others, we cannot stop it from coming to us also. To get joy, we must give it, and to keep joy, we must scatter it. .Happiness is something final and complete in itself, as being the aim and end of all practical activities whatever .... Happiness then we define as the active exercise of the mind in conformity with perfect goodness or virtue.

When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy; today they peer beyond the seven seas, bury themselves waist deep in tidings, and by and large what they see and hear makes them unutterably sad.A string of excited, fugitive, miscellaneous pleasures is not happiness; happiness resides in imaginative reflection and judgment, when the picture of one's life, or of human life, as it truly has been or is, satisfies the will, and is gladly accepted.

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.


...Submission not taken, rather given...from a heart not hardened, but pours from her soul as a waterfall when One is allowed so close as to see....her eyes tell of trust and deep love hidden within, a fire burns deep, heating her soul with passion...touch her mind, you may touch her soul...she gives only when she feels safe, she feels safe when she is loved completely....only then will you be allowed into her inner being...her become her must love her more than anyone before....passion bears her becomes her shield....submission becomes her love must find her heart...nestled within a shield only a true Dom can penetrate...she will not give in easily, ...not easily tamed, ...for her love is never insincere, always with passion for the One she allows nearest her heart....hold her heart with care and love, a fragile vase with a beating heart within, her inner strength comes from her passion...passion shared only with the One she loves and never given, always earned...for her trust guards her most precious gifts....her heart...her cannot be taken without the other...for without each piece......
neither shall survive....take carefully what is given, for it is her life you hold within your hands, your heart, and your mind...break not what is not mendable...hold onto what is given, for it is not given with speed, it is given with grace and thought...with love, and compassion....with trust...given....not taken

"The difference between great people
and everyone else is that great people
create their lives actively,
while everyone else is created by their lives,
passively waiting to see where life takes them next.
The difference between the two is the difference
between living fully and just existing."
- Michael E. Gerber

If I could tell you the laws of my longing...
You'd be here on behalf of Your greed...
Witness of a hungry man
Who does not care if I am naked or shy.
Coz now that I can't feel it,
I know for a fact, that I am beautiful.
And more than anything,
You want a beautiful slave
To make You cry...

Last Rebuke

Don't ask me to pray, Priest.

War knows no religion.

Your god cannot spare me

Your blessing's nothing but ash.

Your palate is too soft for my flavor

Living, for a warrior, is death on the field.

Take your amulets and charms

Cast them down like fallen idols.

Forsake me and leave in infamy.

A pawn's worth is no better

than that of my fellow man.

Carve your siguls and runes near,

but never on, this broken heart.

Deities cross no mortal lines

Their ancient eyes drift over all,

but linger on none, know this.

I do not ask for intervention,

only that you seek solace in

some other escape of guilt than

my fall from grace by the hand

of the blade I wield for your sake.

Tell me now, where is your faith?

Where then has your love for life

been downcast to? It is not here.

The field of red is laid out before you

in splendor. It is yours to take if my

own offer is not enough to compell.

Look and glimpse your own demise,

a traitor to the honor of battle.

I am common, a simple vessel.

The power I wield lies in my worth

as a fighter for my own cause. No

Priest, it is not your cause. Hark.

This blade spills blood for one's

Retribution sake. You are lost.

Not a dying man here cares. No,

Forgiveness is not yours to give.

But ours to demand.

these feelings...becoming thoughts
entangle themselves within my mind
unable to escape . to leave
a willing prisoner
I am here only by the pure and simple power of the written word
delicately ensnared,
by the beauty of the bard