It's rough out there for a Dom.............................................................................................................. .........................................................
I am a "happy-go-lucky" optimist dom. Felix the Cat is my role model.
Very interested in dollification and pleasure androids.
3-13: Christ, this place is a ghost town.
2/1/2015 3:51:03 PM
Within 5 years, probably less, someone is going to have a NYT Bestseller List bestselling book on happiness in marriage & heterosexual relationship via physical discipline of females.
4/2/2014 2:52:36 PM
Someone should talk to the young men. I was raised by a feminist mother and a confused father whose balls and heart were in the 19th century, and whose brain was in the 21st. How much misery, stress and heartbreak might have been avoided if I had known at a young age that it's right & proper to physically discipline females.
The fact that wives of every aeon were physically disciplined is like some great hiding-in-plain sight mystery as far as men of my generation and after are concerned. Once you "get it", it seems obvious.
The feminists succeeded far better than they give themselves credit for. Educated white men my age and younger accept their tenets without doubt. Even those who claim to be anti-feminist.
3/12/2013 10:19:22 AM
I am pleased & amused to see that concepts I have been espousing for a decade and a half of internet punditry have now caught the popular imagination in such blogs as chateau heartiste, alpha game and red pill reddit. I've been predicting the intersection of the "men's rights", "anti-feminism" and "BDSM" worlds literally since the late 90s and it finally seems to be happening.
11/10/2008 8:57:04 AM
I need a submissive maid to do the housework that my submissive girlfriend doesn't want to do.
"Be master" I'm told "make her do the work:.
The problem is that the work of making her do the work is so much work that I might as well do the work myself.
"the master's paradox" they call it
1/27/2008 11:05:40 AM
Of Doms And Men: It pains me to see dom against dom like brutes in a state of nature or like chimps in a lab testing some new testosterone drug. When I look around, I don't see loser doms or horny net geeks or fakers or "predators" (most overused pejorative in bdsm). I see men-and when I say men I mean doms and when I say doms I mean men.
I'd have every man a master if it were in my power; every man that wanted to be, that is, which, if not all of them, is definitely a large number.
When I cast my eye over the bdsm community and its explosive growth, when I see the young men of today (and old!) flocking to bdsm in droves, I see diamonds (dom-minds?) in the rough. The humblest among us can be doms, fellows. In fact, I feel far more kinship with the so called faker or clueless noob or HNG or pimply teen jacking to humiliation porn than I do with vainglorious, self-aggrandizing doms who'd puff themselves up with offhand remarks about the ubiquity of false domination. And before I am accused of playing this same game myself, let me say that I take doms to task, yes, but always in a constructive and loving spirit. BDSM is a big tent, doms.
Is there anything more servile, more ignoble, less brotherly than the sight of doms standing on the heads of their weaker brothers and trampling each other in the rush to the lifeboats? (For in my extended metaphor, women are lifeboats, the icey sea loneliness and (psycho)sexual frustration, the Titanic the former unity and balance of the sexes, the iceberg modern times.) I prefer to drown with honor intact. After you, sir, by all means. When doms stoop to playing this divisive game, then females make monkeys of us all.
Any man can be a dom. Any man who WANTS to be a dom....is a dom, by my lights. Inexperienced, desperate, frustrated, inept....what of these things?
1/26/2008 11:34:39 AM
Fun With Neolojizms: I, dombudsman. I, male spermacist. I, male chauve-it-in-its pig.
1/21/2008 2:58:00 PM
I've been reading deferentialbaby's email, as is my prerogative as her mentor, and I'm stunned and embittered to discover that doms have no game! None! I was expecting some "down on ur nees NOW slave" and some "we will see who is the Master now!" and maybe even some "Your sexuality is under my command! O for me, slave! And again!"...but not dull, flat, inane, vapid. Who are these namby pamby nice guy doms? Far from setting myself above my fellow man, I feel let down. Doms, instead of peeping me with your profile on "hide" and then ignoring the warnings in her profile, email me first. You've got to demonstrate some little spark of flair....not asking for the world, just something. Anything!
1/17/2008 9:54:17 AM
I was thinking that it would be excellent to have some kind of game at the big BDSM convention in Salt Lake City, where doms competed for a single prize sub in a contact sport reminiscent of both "American Gladiator" and the rutting of elephants. Then I realised that Jack Vance had beaten me to the punch: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trullion:_Alastor_2262 with his game of "hussade". The wiki entry has digital pictures. Do doms have too uch diginity to participate in such an absurd game? I think not. I bet enough takers could be found to make a round robin tournament.
1/14/2008 7:35:29 PM
Doms: the original Straight Men? Almost everything at this site I've seen that made me laugh was written by someone identifying themselves as a switch. The humor of doms, as far as I can tell, is that kind of heavy, self-congratulatory humor that leads to shit like "50 Ways You Know You Are A Redneck Master".
It's not light on its feet. Do doms lack all sense of self-mockery? Real self-mockery, not self-praise in sheep's clothing.
1/14/2008 8:16:22 AM
On Vile Incontinence: Doms have been sold a bill of goods. I see very few, if any, who understand that women are the real and only beneficiaries of any act that involves an exchange of seed. In their pride and lewd concupiscence, vainglorious doms allow themselves to be sucked dry of that male principle, laughing all the while, as they are reduced to nothing more than wizzened skeletons. The Chinese sages of yore knew that woman was a vampire and that seed was strength, health, and life. With demonic subtlety, the female leech ingratiates herself to her host and drinks his life-force to the lees, lulling him with soft murmurs. "On your knees!", order doms, "now do your womanly duty!". Thus do they puff themselves up with dreams of omnipotence, but all is farce, a ridiculous and empty show. One dom in ten thousand has the will to retain the seed and to re-establish in his own breast and home the primordial balance.
1/11/2008 5:19:15 PM
Why is it that people who go out of their way to specify "I don't cyber" always seem to be "of a certain age"? Is it because people outgrow "cyber", ie the young are all doing it and don't see fit to mention it, or because "cyber" is a thing of the past and the young find it corny?
1/10/2008 5:45:13 PM
Where do doms get these names?? "Lord Malvok" sounds like the moniker of a clockwork automaton. "I am the poly property of Master VaXXon, do not contact me without his permission"? A gay cyborg assassin left high and dry by the breakup of the Standard Oil cartel.
1/8/2008 5:14:41 PM
What the hell is wrong with doms? Is there no man with stones enough to step up and charm my friend Deferentialbaby???
She's solid gold, doms.
1/8/2008 8:36:55 AM
The Biker/Master link. This is something I'm genuinely curious about. Were the slobby, bearded Harley people always into "bdsm", or is this some post-internet phenomenon concomitant with the discovery, by the proles at large, of perversity, through the medium of the computer?
1/8/2008 7:12:34 AM
Is it just me, or does anyone else remember the era of online BDSM when the "conventional wisdom" was that there were far more "subs" than "doms"? I always thought this was a passel of nonsense. The pendulum has swung, seemingly, and now the talk is of "doms" outnumbering "subs" 10-to-1 like Titanic passengers fighting over seats on the lifeboat.
1/6/2008 3:53:58 PM
You see a lot of profiles here telling you "don't send one-line messages". On the other hand, most profiles, even the longer, well-written ones, don't give enough information or sense of individuality to really inspire much of anything.
And there's nothing wrong with that. These things are discovered the normal way: by discourse. In other words, I like the shape of your ass and the fact that you are into "Nanotechnology" and "Oral Servitude (Giving)" , so I send you a witty one-liner, you respond, we go from there.
That's why I send one liners, "with. im. punitySir!". Every once in a while, a real brainiac will get 2 lines.
12/30/2007 3:27:12 PM
Had a dream last night that I was the impressario of a Spice Girls of perversity.
12/28/2007 10:11:37 AM
As I meditate on one of my perennial themes-the constant background hum of male sexual rage in our culture-it occurs to me that I've been lucky in always drawing to me, seemingly without effort or as if by secret sonar, people who wanted to be used and objectified, sexually or otherwise. Lucky, I say, because were it not for them, who dovetail so well with my inclinations, I'd be living out one of three possibilities. One: I'd have become a sexual criminal. I see this as the least likely, on account of my strong character and overpowering superego. (People who think I'm a bossy control freak ought to see what I put myself through.) Two: I'd have become a chronic masturbator, existing in a world of fantasy. Three: (most likely) I'd have been bouncing from one miserable relationship to another all my life, hearing for the rest of my days the words I've so often heard from straight females: "Why Do You Always Want To Hurt Me???". Why indeed? I never think of myself as a "sadist" and the idea of "a tidy pain" seems funny to me. A sadist (as I stereotype them) inflicts controlled pain in a controlled environment of "play"-a word I abominate-neat, precise licks of pain. BDSM culture's obsession with skill in use of implements, which I find somewhat silly, is part and parcel with this. My sadism is sloppy, emotional, an overflow from an angry heart. It's a beastly roar.
12/28/2007 9:44:56 AM
What a place, my gym. If not Telemundo soap operas with sexy abusive husbands dunking long-suffering wives head in soup pot; it's Inside Edition. They always have something perverse on TV for me to watch on the bike.
Inside Edition: who comes up with this stuff?? They keep cutting back and forth from what must have been a re-enactment (one reenacted with a lot of verve, I must say) to a talking heads interview with the victim. But what I mainly saw was a muscular white cop, with something of a Charlie Sheen look, bending a skinny young black girl over some kind of surface in a dark space. I guess he was trying to get her other hand in the cuffs, but he was humped up behind her in a very sexual way. The exact way I fuck, as it happens. He's got one hand twisted around behind her back and alternates between slamming her head down, reaching around and slapping the side of her face, and at once point even sprays her with mace. Straight-up (super) rough sex. Her face is all contorted and crying in very sexy ways. They keep coming back and replaying this thing over and over and over.Obviously, the producers know that Middle America is eating this shit up. And they laugh at me when I say "every man a master"/"keep sex evil".
That scenario IS what sex is , to me. Charged with palpable hatred. It resonates deeply for me and makes me feel "this is what it's all about, for me. This kind of fucking is truly expressive of my heart."
12/27/2007 2:36:01 PM
warning: not tongue in cheek:
When I was about 25, it hit me like a thunderbolt: "My girlfriend wants me to do all the things that she knows I know please her, all the clit rubbing and that kind of shit, but at the same time, she wants me to act like I'm taking her selfishly and ruthlessly, for my own pleasure, and to just happen to be doing the things that make her o....offhandedly, as it were, or even "accidentally".
This seemed like a big, important revelation about female sex psychology. I put that scheme to work for years. Then I got bored with it and just became totally selfish.
I now have no interest in the female orgasm at all. I never did, really, but it was important to me to "make it happen". I got a glow of accomplishment from producing the desired result under any circumstances; but I've never perved on the idea of women oing. It just seems beside the point. I know I'm in a small minority here, perhaps a minority of one.
I just don't give a fuck about it. It's all about me.
The mighty male orgasm seems to be the end all and be all. Not for nothing do I often think that masturbation is the ultimate sexual experience. Alone in my ivory tower.....
On a somewhat related note, I also used to know the exact things to say to females. How to get under their skin, that is, with the old unpredictable carrot-and-stick routine. Flattery, mockery and romance all swirled up. I've lost interest in that game as well.
12/20/2007 2:51:12 PM
Whenever I see the "Dual Deities" online, I always have an urge to say "DUAL DEITIES!" in a Ronnie-James-Dio/Paul Stanley "thankyew-Cleveland-goodnight" type high voice whilst throwing up the sign of the horns.
12/20/2007 2:28:13 PM
I've heard myself described as "hardcore", but I find the idea of "brutal masters"to be totally risible.
12/19/2007 4:12:48 PM
Doms: yesterday’s
news?
12/13/2007 1:31:16 PM
Nothing wrong with not wanting to post a picture....but at least have a striking name and a full profile to offset the lack.
They should add "Oral Servitude" (Getting) to the interests lists.
12/12/2007 4:52:16 PM
"...his secret pedestal reverence for foxes would prove the ruination of his pimp dream..."
My text for today's sermon is the gospel according to Iceberg Slim. Doms would do well to dust him off and commit to memory the dark doxology.
When younger doms come to me for advice and counsel, I rap to them about Iceberg Slim. For all his ghastly faults-and I'm not advocating coathanger beatings or anything psychotic like that-Ice understood women very well. Not women as they'd like to be represented to the world, but women as they truly are, in all their gaudy, meretricious vulgarity and cuddly treachery.
Iceberg Slim is strong medicine for doms, "as bracing as a jigger of liquid nitrogen", in the words of Truman Capote. Like Jesus, he's dangerous in the wrong hands. Jesus told men to pull down the temple, and Ice tells men to upset the tacit power balance between male and female and restore the sexual Golden Age. Like Jesus, Iceberg Slim was crucified- on the punishment tier of the Cook County Jail.
Doms have suffered a failure of the imagination and our friendly foes, the "cloven gender", pay the price. Trapped as they are in an outdated scheme dating from before the feminist era; doms have lost sight of the forest due to the trees that are there. The same tiresome drama is re-enacted once again.
It's older doms that must shoulder the burden and try to ensure that the cycle of "pedestal reverence" be broken once and for all, in this generation, so that our successors might inherit a new heaven and a new earth.
Rouze up, doms, and set your foreheads against the hirelings of the status quo. Remember, when a dominant man is led about by his cock, or worse, by his unexamined "pedestal reverence for foxes", the pointy-shoe macks of yore are turning summersaults in their graves. Let's show a little more respect for those who sacrificed all to give us this pimp game.
12/12/2007 3:59:28 PM
RIP Ike Turner
12/12/2007 1:38:19 PM
This statement and everything that's wrong with it....next time.
"... i have issues with Dominants who adopt the title they seek without working to acquire the skills that go with that title..."
12/12/2007 12:04:37 PM
A dom takes the abuse test:
1. Do you embarrass or make fun of your spouse/partner in front
of your friends or family?
-No, I save that for strangers.
2. Do you put down her accomplishments or goals?
-Most of the time, I'm actually trying to build her up; however, when I lose patience I'm capable of tearing her down.
3.Do you demonstrate extreme jealousy?
-Yes and no. I'm totally possessive, and she knows that she'd be leaving me over my dead body. However, I don't spend a lot of time feeling insecure.
4. Do you make her feel like she is unable to make decisions?
-I make her feel like her opinion about the outcome of the decisions that matter to me is a small factor, to be considered but not given overmuch weight. All other decisions (and that's a lot of 'em) I like for her to be able to make on her own.
5. Do you yell at her, let your temper get out of control?
-I've never once yelled at her. Made her wish she'd never been born? Yes.
6. Do you use intimidation or threats to gain compliance from her?
-Yes.
7. Do you tell her that she is nothing without you?
-All the time.
8. Do you treat her roughly - grab, push, pinch, shove or hit her?
-If I stopped doing that stuff, she'd start to wonder if I was about to leave her. I don't hit with the fist, kick, or do anything that could cause injury.
9. Do you call her several times a night or show up to make sure
she is where she said she would be?
-No, she calls me ...or faces the consequences.
10.Do you use drugs or alcohol
as an excuse for saying hurtful things or abusing her?
-Drinking may bring out my inner mean-ness, but it's certainly not to blame for it. The credit for that goes to mom, dad, and the society that embittered me. (jk)
11. Do you blame her for how you feel or act?
-I'm a proud man. I'm not about to give her that much credit.
12.Do you pressure her sexually for things she isn't ready for?
-This point is moot. She gives me what I want, when I want it.
13. Do you show cruelty to animals?
-I have no interest in animals, but I'd certainly never hurt one.
14. Do you make her feel like there "is no way out" of the relationship?
-Yes.
15. Do you prevent her from doing things she wants - like spending
time with her friends or family?
-Only if if conflicts with something that's more important to me. I've got no vested interest in keeping her away from people.
16.Do you try to keep her from leaving after a fight or leave her
somewhere after a fight to "teach her a lesson"?
-After a fight she usually gets a ass-whipping and a cuddle. If she tried to stomp out, she'd get dragged back by the hair: very disrespectful, not having it. Being caged or closeted for lesson puposes is not out of the question.
So, am I an abuser....or just a controller with borderline rage issues?
Answer: it's all nonsense. What I am would have been commonplace in say, Sicily in 1910. I like deferential women and I'm willing to use force to get my way. The last thing I'm about to do is try to convert some female to this way of life. I'm 1. too lazy for that and 2. too Taoist.
Men like me have been pathologized. It's either abuse, or, add some leather "extreme BDSM" wheeze hack cough.
12/12/2007 7:54:24 AM
This entire culture is unbelievably tacky, from the word "doms", which I always use with tacit quotation marks, on down.
The great American unwashed got their paws on this thing via the internet and it became "BDSM"-a neologism not more than 20 years old.
BDSM is bland, banal, and silly. It's also ridiculous, because it's an attempt to whitewash our most violent, unforgiveable, criminal impulses. Thus the concept of, among many others, "the munch"...something that can only have arisen in suburbia.
Keep sex evil.
12/12/2007 7:45:24 AM
I've never had much respect for astrology, but they are right on the money with this:
"Moon in Aries: blunt, impetuous, passionate, tactless, quick to wrath, quick to forgive. Takes initiative at the worst of times. Lacks diplomacy. Honest to a fault. Blurts out what others are thinking. Childlike. Achilles sulking in his tent. Says "follow me" and then leaps, neglecting to see if anyone is actually following. At best: fearless. At worst: half-cocked and dangerous."
12/10/2007 7:40:22 AM
"... the European Tradition..."
Give me a fucking break.
I'm as American as Walt Whitman and Abe Lincoln. Our pioneer spirit recoils from all servile bootlicking and worship of a dead culture.
12/9/2007 10:13:56 AM
The Wet Eyes Of The Humiliation Expert
There comes a time in the life of every Master when he must confront the man in the mirror and make his peace with what he sees.
I used to go to Eulenspiegel Society meetings in the days before the internet, hoping to meet chicks. I remember various demonstrations of "bdsm knowledge". Once, I actually had an interest in the topic: humiliation. The expert came out on stage, in biker jacket, looking more or less like the type of college professor who feels the need to impress his students with his hipness. He can't have been much older than I am now-this was quite a while ago.
I don't remember the talk he gave. What I remember is that he had what I call "wet eyes". It's a phenomenon I usually associate with women, an overemotional, overwrought quality that expresses itself as a shine around the iris, as if the person had just finished crying, or was about to burst into tears at any moment. Some people have this look permanently. I found it very unpleasant in the eye of a leather-clad expert master. Ever since then, I've been looking at my own eyes. I've never caught them in a wet moment. Always steely and cold, sled-dog blue. But there was something in that guy that a shameful part of me responded to. There's a deeply-submerged hysterical quality to my own desire to humiliate or hurt women.
12/9/2007 9:53:07 AM
"Low-Income Dominants"?
Why do I find that thread title so droll, popping up as it does in the "Recent Forum Posts" window?
Half the people responding to the thread look like escapees from an episode of Cops, but this is unkind of me.
My official position is that doms ought not to store up their treasures where rust doth corrupt and thieves break in to steal, etc. Consider the doms of the field: neither do they sow, nor do they reap. However, I'm really more tickled by the notion of doms squirming in their seats as they read of demands that they be able to provide a caviar lifestyle; measuring the length their tools by the width of their pocketbooks, stacking the balance with their gold on one side and their stones on the other.
12/8/2007 7:14:01 PM
Morse code.
It was morse code, for fuck's sake. I was just finishing the SOS. The "OS", or maybe I got the dots and dashes cattywompus and "SOed" you by accident.
12/8/2007 6:34:39 AM
Winkies:
I'm told that
doms have been messaging folk with pictures of their "winkies"
attached. That's a word I associate with childhood naughtiness. It's
very undignified to spring a view of your member on a
stranger without so much as a by-your-leave and if we doms have no dignity, we have nothing.
Think about it before you go sending an unsolicited
cock shot, gentlemen. Imagine all of us past, present and future as
constituting an unbroken chain, linked wrist to wrist, disappearing
right over the far horizon. Imagine us looking at you in disapproval as
you prepare to "let down the side".
Doms, I chastize you: not
out of hatred, but out of love. Doms must stop these neurotic acts that
give us all a bad name. We're in this together, fellows.
If there's
anything I hate, it's when dom struggles against dom in a state of
nature or hobbesian war of all against all.
12/7/2007 2:01:08 PM
Black Philanthropy/Black Philosophy Some time ago, it came to my attention that ordinary men
were being severely damaged by lack of sexual opportunity. Overstimulated by
our pornographic culture. It seemed the duty of doms to do what they could. Unlike most young masters, I don't see myself as different in any
way from the average 'straight" man; other than in having more than my
share of manipulative shenanigans up my sleeve and a good working knowledge of
basic female psychology. I see the man in the street as my brother. My frustrated,
horny brother. I'd make all men to be doms, but that's another essay. My orginal concept was a "sexual soup kitchen". A no-frills place for
desperately horny men to find release. I'm still enamoured of this idea and if
I ever win the lottery, I'm going to start one, paying a crew of top call-girls
to service all and sundry until the money runs out. It was while trying to
think of a way to make this fantasy a reality that I stumbled upon the idea of
black philanthropy. Hand-in-glove as it is with my ideas about objectification
and sexual use of women; I knew it to be a wonderful scheme and so it has
turned out.
Regular, hard-up chaps are invited to submit applications for sexual aid. I
tend to favor the unsightly: the bald, the obese, men with weird mugs. I
interview them and vet them for various factors of concern. Once cleared, a
meet is scheduled in a no-tell motel. I talk to them first and set the ground
rules. When I've done this, I've kept it all very light. They are allowed to
touch and grope the female to their heart's content, to make her dance about
for them, and to speak to her in whatever terms they like. The only sexual act
I've allowed is a handjob, but that seems to be quite enough. I set a strict
hour time limit and then sit at the bar drinking vodka and discussing Samuel
Beckett with the barman.
The lucky fellows have always been almost pathetically grateful. They can't
believe what they are getting for free. This is a weird area of my sadism: I
enjoy the thought of tantalizing men who are sexually hard-up, desperate for
touch. It's kind of like feeding a scrap of filet mignon to a starving man. It
only makes the hunger pangs worse. I like to spin a yarn about how I'll be
doing free oral philanthropy next. I get a lot of pleading emails.
12/7/2007 9:33:42 AM
My newfound love of Spanish-language soap operas:
They had Telemundo on the TV at the gym for a change. The sound was off; not that I remember much of my gradeschool espanol. I had to supply my own dialogue; which wasn't hard.
First scene: a very well-preserved matron is kneeling between the legs of the paterfamilias, rubbing his bare feet as he sits on a leather couch in the well-appointed den of the villa; which may be in Porto Rico, or Venezuela, or someplace like that. She's about 50, beautiful, and dressed expensively, tastefully and sedately. She's looking at him with an adoring, almost Madonna-like expression.
But there's trouble! He is furious about something. His long white goatish chinbeard (an indicator of perversity) trembles with passion. He hisses something and shakes a finger in her face. Then all of a sudden, he's submerging her head in a large soup pot full of water, conveniently nearby. At first I thought it had to be a murder scene. The prospect that something straight out of the Extreme Humiliation handbook was being depicted on daytime TV was too much to handle. The only thing that would have made it worse; would have been to substitute a toilet bowl for the soup pot.
He yanks her head out. Her subdued makeup and simple hairstyle are ruined, her expensive designer frames are cockeyed on her face. She sputters and rubs her eyes. His face is now smirking, smugly. Clearly he feels that a lesson has been learned.
In the next scene, she's back on her knees before him, rubbing away, hair wet. Her adoring, pleading, passive expression goes right to my stones. I can just hear her saying "ay dios mio, mi amor, don't be so angry with me!".
Of course, the guy is a creep. He's also trying to bang the hot maid. That aside, her calm and patient, loving acceptance of his rage really got to me. I find it totally sexual.
12/6/2007 8:35:23 AM
I, prophet without sexual honor:
For years now, I've been predicting the rise of a so called "New Misogyny". Tom Wolfe once had a piece called "The Man Who Peaked Too Soon"; about a guy who was never able to take advantage of all his correct predictions because he was always too far ahead of the curve. I've had the same problem. Perhaps Faith Popcorn or some such ought to put me on payroll.
I see the signs of this revolution or devolution in male psychology writ large all over collarme. Young fellows are throwing off the mental chains and old men are attempting to negotiate yet another pendulum swing.
It occurs to me that perverts have a harder time of it than normal folk when seeking online love. The bar is set much higher. Perverts don't just want the good catch; they want the good catch to be the key to their psychosexual lock. While reading female profiles here, I keep seeing the same disappointment again and again. "When is one of you going to be man enough to step up and walk the dom walk". The idea is that "doms" are somehow more reliable-with all that implies-than normal men. They aren't. They are just guys who like to control women. Some of them are reliable, some not: probably in roughly the same ratio as in straight society.
I've been accused of having "issues with women". I own up to this. I'm a guy who likes beating women, humiliating them....putting them in rhinestone-encrusted cages, and so on. Of course I have issues with women! We all do.
12/5/2007 1:52:48 PM
Looking through these profiles makes me feel like I'm drowning in soft-serv ice cream.
12/5/2007 12:02:12 PM
I like large hoop earrings, about the thickness of pencils and big enough to fit a fist through. In days of yore, the females wore the family gold on their bodies. A lot of gold equalled a high bride-price or an excellent dowry, depending on the market in that region.
Our white women don't really wear this style anymore. It's a pity. You can still see chunky, pretty Latinas and black girls with the big hoops, though. Bring back the hoops.
