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All it took was one special connection to make me see my life in a whole new light. |
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I am alone again. It's been a very log time. Be respectful, you might be the one. . . |
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Dr. Bunsey. . . where are you! ?
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Do you ever hear the voice of the night? What does it say to you?
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Yard work on a very hot day, pretty sure I am burned. . . but of course my day isn't over there is still laundry to do and the man must eat!
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Tell me about the Gorean Lifestyle.
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Would like to know where these teens and barley 20 something kids get off thinking that they can list themselves as Dom/Domme? Seriously, I started young, too young in fact, but I was only in training, and when turned loose was told to get in touch with my Domme side to find balance before giving myself to anyone else in the lifestyle! My first LTR I transformed him from sub/slave to Dom, HUGE mistake, do not try to train your own Dom male. . . does not work that way. I guess once you see someone at there most vulnerable you can not then have them top you.
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I made my first batch of strawberry jam . . . ever. It's fantastic! Don't be jealous
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Most people do not change. However with change of environment change is possable for a short time before they return to there true self. If you like the true self it will emerge again with time and patience. Trust can be regained, and love found again. It is harder to work on something that is broken than it is to go out and get a new one, but the old things tend to be better made and work a little better, plus you know all the little quirks and don't need directions to operate them.
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Maybe he will have me again. . .
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The ending of a relationship is hell. I do not even know how I came to this point. I realise my flaws and weekniss. . . I was already working on what was broken before the end, there are no second chances with him. I have ruined the only thing that mattered to me, the only one I love. How can that be repaired? How does one move on from this?
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The end is death. . . there may be no new beginning . . .
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Can't stay away for long. . . can I? Miss my old friends on here. Miss the understanding that comes from others in this lifestyle.
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I have been away for a bit too long. In my absence I have noticed something I am sure I just over looked in the past. . . what the heck is wrong with some of these profiles. . . yes I look. . .never know what treasure waits to be discovered. Why the heck are some of these men professing to love someone who will give themselves to him??? Seriously, love is hard enough to keep alive without promissing it sight unseen. I mean if I could order a lifetime supply from some catalog you'd bet I'd spend every last sent and even spend extra for the guarantee!!! But seriously, how many couples have met and survived long term on this sight, myself not counted? If anyone actually cares to read and reply I will be shocked and amazed. . .
Lonely in Jackson. . .
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Well, we set a date, November 11, 2009! It's official! Still waiting to make friends in the Jackson area. |
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I have relocated, I live in the Jackson MI area now. Completely lost, this is kinda bumpkin and some areas are not the safest. My Mans ex-gf's friend wants to hang out. . . conflict of interest? Maybe. We bought a house and live together now, been a long wait but it finally happened. I couldn't be happier! We don't attend the wicked detroit parties anymore because they are over priced and kinda boreing. . . wish there was someplace to hang out that had something going on BDSM wise. . . |
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If you want something badly enough you have to earn it, and if it breaks you must fix it. We live in a disposable society, one where even people are disposable. . . what happened to the good old days when people had morals and values and "Daddy's" never left??? |
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For any and all of you who miss talking to me regularly. . . I will be at the wicked eve "Spanksgiveing" Party wednesday night. See you there!!!! |
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It has been far too long since I have updated this thing. . . and I'm afraid it must be short. I am quite happily in love and well cared for. . . the name uncollared no longer seems apropriate. |
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Does negative thinking really translate into negative actions? Is it possible to remain hopefull even after countless broken hearts and disapointments? How much reassurence can one give to another before he gets sick of deaing with past ghosts and leaves?
I am a mess lately. Nothing, well almost nothing is going right for me. How can I be so happy, scaired, and overwhelmed all at the same time? It is time for a change. . . a big change. . . Love is the catalist, but for once I don't have a plan and that scaires the poo outta me.
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How do you tell the one you used to love that while he was gone you found another like he told you to. How do you reassure the One in your life that he is the only one you desire. Why do skellitons find there way out of the closset and into your life again. . . sure I had very strong feelings for him at one time. . . and for those of you who have known me a while you may remember him. . . and then he tossed this Stray out into the cold street to fend for herself and mend a shattered heart.
And now I have a man in my life who is everything I could have ever dreamed of. . . he is my everything. I would never change a thing about him, I love him as he is. I have never given myself so completely, served so passionatly, and loved more deeply. . . nothing has changed with the old one comming back around. . . it only managed to upset me. Do not worry Love. . . for as long as you need me I am here. |
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I have sat here a few times now, begining an entry, only to deleat the whole thing. My emotions are so conflicted. . . when I actually have time to write it is because He is not around, so I have no desire to write. . . and when He is around I can not remove myself from His person long enough to jot down a word or two.
I am in love, he is amazeing! I feel so lucky to have him, so conected to him, and when he has to go home I feel as if a part of me has been put on hold. He is more than I thought I deserved in a man, in the one I submit to.
I have purpose again. . . I was never good at putting myself first, I take care of myself, but do not spoil myself. I would rather have someone to dote on, someone to lavish with affection than to exert all that energy on myself. Takeing care of his every need and want brings me such total pleasure I feel guilty for feeling so good.
My only hope is that I am able to keep him happy and content indefinutely. It is dificult for me to express my emotions, I tend to hold things in. . . I don't know if I will ever be able to completely show him what he means to me. |
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Sometimes. . . it is through someone elses broken heart that we find our own healing. I know that it is difficult to conclude that someone whom you have given your heart no longer wants it. I doubt any man could bring the kind of pain to my flesh that a broken heart bears to my soul. How do you consoul someone who suffers such a condition? How do you bring hope to one who feels tossed aside? I am not the best at consolation. . . I can only offer the blunt truth. . . more often that not it was only incompatability. . . not one being of less worth than the other. Not of one loveing blindly while the other mearly took.
I am a fool. Sometimes I wrongly decide to trust my head, and others equally as wrong decide to follow my heart. . . it is only true love that will make me less of a fool, or maybe it will only mask my foolish past. Time is the only judge and jury for that. |
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. . . and when he leaves me. . . my arms are empty, my heart is full, my body aches. . . How can one person have such an effect on me. . . and to think it almost didn't happen. Who knew one simple, sweet and innocent kiss could bring such a man into my life.
Maybe this is a lesson for me to learn. . . a small chance can change everything. I hate change, would rather stagnate than take a chance at possible failure. But. . . what is success if not measured by our own falures? |
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Why is it that people haunt our thoughts. . . I wonder almost constantly about all the people who have passed through my life. Almost as if my thoughts bring them back they resurface. I just do not understand. . . men can toss you away like they have no feelings for you. . . search for something better. . . and when they come back we are supposed to greet them with open arms?
What about the few of us strong enough to move on. . .the one's who realise that we have to make our own happyness. . . that the past is on constant reply if we do not change. I have a wonderful man in my life. . . and these men who resurface only cement just how great He is in my mind.
Do they really think that I have been pineing for them. . . I wasn't so great a catch when they decided to fall off the face of the earth. . . but now that someone else is playing with there old toy they want me back??? What is wrong with people??
Perhaps I am just different. . . I don't stay friends with ex's because we weren't that great of friends to begin with. Life, love for that matter, is all trial and error. What works for one just is not going to work for another. How is it that I do not resurface in my ex's lives??? Why can I leave them in my past and they can not??? Can they smell my happyness and can not tolerate it?
Please enlighten me if you can. Have you resurfaced in someone's life when you found out that they had moved on? Can you tell even before your ex can that she is in love?
Maybe I am just a hardened pessemist, or a realist. . . or maybe I just got real and found someone who has taken a different path but arrived in the same place as I have. . . reality!!! Complete with honesty and loyalty and trust. If anyone needs directions to this eden please just ask!!!! |
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With the warm weather comes a sence of peace. The trees are beginning to bud and the grass is returning to it's summertime green. I can hardly wait to get my hands into the soil again and attempt to get something to grow. ( the weeds alwayse do exceptionally well for me)
With the spring I can feel my mood improve. Maybe it is a bit more than the change of the seasons. . . it is nice to have someone in my life who seems to apreciate me. . . someone who can accept my quirks and my schedule. It is almost strange to me. . . I never think of my pet anymore. . . he is almost forgotten. Such a shame when things do not work out as plan. . . but I have to say that my new situation is far more pleasant and rewarding then the previous.
Time really does heal all wounds. My heart is scarred, and still bleeds from time to time. . . but the joy that comes with new happyness tends to make us forget such unpleasantries. |
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Honesty is something that has been greatly undervalued in this society. Why is it so difficult to just tell the simple honest truth? Takeing advantage of someone's feelings is the most cruel torture. . . it affects the mind, body, and soul. To crush someone's heart. . . you may as well deminish them as a person. . . you will leave them but a tattered shell of who they were before.
To mislead someone just for your own pleasure. . . surely that must be a form of evil. Is it worce if the one who has been misled is just a tad nieave? innocent? |
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Frustration. . . that is the newest chapter in my life. I need a change. . . a drastic one at that. My job has me feeling chained up. . . a prisioner of sorts. Perhaps this is the meaning of being a minority. Who knew that a womans place was not in the kitchen at all. . . but in the home! Knowone told me. I work in a male dominated feild. . . one which I have mastered and only ask a chance to shine.
The men I work with. . . that is a whole different story. . . I am not sure if they only placate me. . . if they think it is cute that I choose to play with the "big boys" . . . do they have bets on when I will quit? Rumors have been floating about that one has a crush on me. . . is it possible? Would it make my life easier if he thought he had a chance? Even the thought of playing that game has me almost sick.
I love being in the kitchen. . . but I demand respect and may not have earned it. What to do. . . keep my mouth shut. . . do my job. . . and what if I am still not recognised? What if I am still not happy? Is it really to much to ask for compitent kitchen staff? One's who will be sanitary and efficient?
Also . . . frustration at the hours I work. . . nights and weekends. . . the opposite of everyone else. Damned industry. . . damned service. . . is it a joke that even as my job I submit?
When do I get to have a social life and have fun? Who is going to make sure that I am contented and happy and willing to return? Will it take a collar around my neck and a leash being held by a strong hand instead of my own will. . . |
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The still cool weather has me cooped up in the house. I can't wait to get my hands into the dirt and begin planting. I have started parsley in the house already. It is so refreshing to see it growing. I tend to have a black thumb. . . but with patience, careing, and hearty plants I seem to be dooing better. Domesticity is more challengeing than I had once beleived it to be.
I need some motivation in my life. I work better when I have a reason to do so. |
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It has now been 6 weeks since I have lost my pet. I no longer cry every day. I still miss him terrably, but have decided that I have wasted enough time with misery. . . I am ready for some fun. Maybe it is the weather, spring time seems to have a rejuvinateing effect all around.
I am re-evaluateing myself as I do every so often . . . how is it possible that my wants and desires are so scattered. I think it is only because there are things that I have not experienced that I beleive I still want. Most of my wants turn out to be temporary. . . I get over things once I have them and move on to bigger and better things.
I was just thinking about the kind of man I want in my life. I need someone who is all around handy. . . someone who will let me be a woman and who can be the MAN I need him to be. My place is in the kitchen/home. . . his would be as the main bread winner. I have alwayse worked and don't think I would be happy as a house Pet. I need someone who can challenge me, someone who knows what is best for me, someone who can guide me towards my life goals.
Things that I have found that I only beleived that I wanted. . . I do not want TPE I will never give up EVERYTHING that I am. . . however I will give everything that I am to the right one. Submissive men, as a rule, make better friends than lovers. . . there are a few exceptions < My Pet>. I am not looking for someone who is a controll freak, nor a complete pushover.
I supppose I need to find someone who will balence me out. . . be strong where I am weak, someone who needs me. . .
Sorry for the mushy entry
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Three weeks today since my Pet left me. . . seems an eternity. Distractions work for a bit. . . then reality swoops back in. Sigh. . . DISTRACT ME |
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When will enough be enough. It seems as though I am never satisfied. I never have enough stability in my life. . . the nest egg is not big enough. . . the car and house are not nice enough. . . I alwayse want better than I have. I work and work and work but never seem to acheive my goals. Hard work is not paying off. . . I have no social life, and of course miss my Pet with every fiber of my being.
When will this Strey find herself happy and content. . . when will the bed be soft enough, the fire warm enough. . . and the home everlasting??? |
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Not even two weeks have passed. . . I feel as thought my Pet has died. My world has lost all joy. . . color. . . I want nothing more than to hear his voice. I feel like a silly girl with a crush on the popular boy in school, I know it is more than that. I try to keep busey, but I feel myself sinking further and further into the darkness.
I drink the cans of soda that I kept on hand for him. . . I don't even like it, but somehow I feel closer to him. I dream about him. I don't even want to cook anymore. . . and that is my passion. My passion has left me.
To touch another man in a sensual way makes me shudder with disgust. An ex of mine has resurfaced. . . what wonderful timeing he has alwayse had. He showed up at my work on Valentines Day. . . no gift in hand. . . he never was one for leaveing proof of his attachments. I said hello to him then returned to the kitchen.
I try to keep busey, but my bed is still empty when I crawl into it at night, and my phone stays silent. My only repreve is that my friends love me and try to occupy my free time.
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He broke up with me. . . said it all was unfair to me, that he was never available for me, that he worked to much and that he never saw his little girl. He told me that he loves me, and is sick of finding happyness then looseing it! I am sick, not surprised. I can't eat, haveing trouble sleeping. . . I love him. He told me not to deleate his number from my phone. . . He asked if . . . he could find me again when things settled down, when the divorce was final, when he could give me what I deserve. I told him yes. . . but that I don't think he will.
I am miserable. . . just knowing that I "can't" call him, knowing that I wont get to see him even for a moment. . . that I may never see him again. . . I sat there quiet, he did all the talking, I just cried. He held me, apologised, looked as if he might cry himself. . . I want to go to him. . . tell him that I feel like the best part of me just died. . . I know I shouldn't . . .
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I suppose that a strey will alwayse remain a strey. . . no home lasts too long, the food runs out, the doors close, and it is back to the streets fending for herself again.
Nothing is certain, but it seems as if my Love must choose between his Pet and his old life.
I may be in search of a new place to rest my head soon. . . or I will have a home forever. . . such extremes. . . the wait kills me. . . |
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Why does this Strey alwayse manage to find herself in complicated situations? Sometimes things just can't be easy. . . mariatal vows mean the world to me. . . . if you are not even as good as your word then you are worthless. . . A married man is still a married man. . . separated means separated but still married. He is a good man, I adore him. . . how long do I give him to finalise the divorce? How long should I be patient and careing and understanding. . . putting my needs and feelings aside to keep him happy?
I tell myself that as long as he keeps pushing the divorce forward that it is all good. . . but now SHE wants him back. . . he say's NEVER will he go back to her. . . but in the back of my mind I wonder. . . she know's him better than I. . . . Knows his weaknesses and his temptations. . . SHE is the mother of his child and I am only a strey pet. . . How can I even compete?
Do I walk now and save myself the heartache that seems just around the bend. . . wonder what could have been. . . or do I wait patiently like a good girl and see what fate has in store for me? Is there a set number of times that your heart can be smashed before it can not be put back together?
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Perhaps this Strey has found a warm spot to hole up for the winter. . . a warm spot at the foot of a cosey bed. . . a few scraps of affection. . . and a nice new collar. . . what more could one ask for! |
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And it happens again. . . another boy from my past has resurfaced. All I can guess is that my grass is the greenest around cause they all leave and come back! Aparently the word has not yet gotten around that I don't play this game! He has another thing comming to him. . . or maybe silence awaits. . . I have yet to decide.
I truely wonder. . . are there that many insecure women around that men beleive that they can get away with behaveing like children. . . and undisiplined children at that!!! I hope that there are more women like myself around to 'whip' these boys back into the men that they deserve to be. |
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I wonder. . . why do so many people choose to ignore someone untill they eventually give up instead of dooing the harder yet more honerable thing and explaining that they do not wish to continue a friendship? Oh, yeah, because that is the honerable, yet difficult path! I wonder how people can be so cruel as to leave others with no clue as to why they are being avoided. Instead, after they have checked out the options, and discovered that the one they ignored is probably the best they can hope for, come crawling back as though nothing happened. The excuse of " I was just so busey" usually is what comes out of there mouth! That is such BS.
I alwayse, although not necisarily in great detail, let the other person know that there is no room for them in my life anymore. I try to be kind and straight forward. . . although. . . not being perfect I have to admit that I have told a small white one a time or two to protect some tender feelings.
As far as rudness goes, those people do not get the satisfaction of an explination for why I no longer wish to speak with them. I have been fortunate that I have not come across too many of this type.
I guess I am just feeling a bit ignored right now. . . working a later shift and all. I never get to see anyone because by the time I am out of work they are in bed, and before I go to work everyone is already at work. . . such a cycle has left me a lonely girl. Soon I'll be in school and by then I hope that I have made some more friends who also work the later shift! |
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I have now had two dreams in two consecutive nights about being collared and lead around on a very short leash. It was non-sexual, but very sensual. Where are the men who know what they want and wont take no for an answer? The one's who know that the only happyness that a subbie receives is from pleaseing her Master. . . I am still not even considering serveing anyone at this time in my life, although I miss it terribly! I have been feeling that aching deep within lately, that urge to curl up at someone's feet and just be loved. It will pass. . .eventually. . .  |
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Back to the reason I am on this site. . . I would like some feed back as to a playroom/dungion. I am torn ( guess thats the switch in me) The dungion is soooo apealing, but a playroom is more practical. My ideal would be somewhere in between. I had alwayse immagined a room where the attic would be, with sky lights to see the stars. All 4 walls would be covered in curtains, the toys hidden, hung neatly behind the curtains. Each wall with a different theme. I don't like the bulkey furniture type pieces. I am debateing a bed vs. a big pile of pillows. Probably going to have to go for the bed though. I might like a canopy type, but instead of cloth drapped over, perhaps some very small guage chain. I love metal.
I guess I don't want a lot of things in the room to distract from the purpose. This would not be a bedroom however. I beleive that a bedroom should only be used for sleeping. . . it should be peacefull, where a play room should be inspireing.
Seeing as I am not into watersports or scatt I would like carpeting, soft, plush luxurios carpeting. Candles everywhere. I think that everyone looks better in the firelight.
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I am wondering . . . today. . . as I read some more e-mail. . . how many compliments are true and honest and real? How many men e-mail every single girl on here in hopes of finding one. . . any one to play with? This thought is makeing me a bit nervous. I guess I have a thought stuck in my head that I am better that "seconds". I want to not be the one before the ONE anymore. It is hurtfull and depressing to think that I am just being used to fill up time untill something better comes along. |
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I have added a few new pics of me in my new corset. MY VERY FIRST ONE! That is part of my Halloween costume. . . so I have the hat on, although I am not fully 'made up' yet, I will have pics from the party posted soon! |
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Sigh. . . why is it the more you seek companionship the less likely it is you are to find it? I want so badly to be held, and I seem to be the only one capable of wrapping my arms around me on these cold nights. I am still not interested in a physical relationship, I am saveing what is left of me for the one who will love me, adore me, respect me, and allow me to top once in a while.
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It has gotten so cold here. . . almost over night. I layed in bed, wrapped in my comforter and sheet shivering! It would not have been so bad had there been someone to share some warmth. . . I am still not used to sleeping alone and it has been years since I have shared my bed with anyone! Defeated. . . I turned the heat on. Sometimes, being a strey sucks! |
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SO. . . I have added a few new pictures. One is obviously my dog in her pumpkin costume and her stuffed pumpkiin. . . the other is the hat portion of my costume. I will post pictures as I aquire pieces of my costume, complete with one of me on Halloween dressed! SO, yes, I know my dog is only wareing the *lid* part of a pumpkin, but I tried and tried to find a pumpkin dog costume and just had no luck, that was the best I could do! She insisted after all on being a pumpkin! Last year she freaked out when we drove past a pumpkin stand. . . We went back later but they were closed. I had to go out the next day and bring some home. She would look at them and lick them. . . I sware she is a person trapped inside a dogs body!
SO, if you haven't figured it out 1.) I am crazy about my dog! 2.) I love halloween
This is my absolute favorite time of year, the colors and the smells! Apple cider and cool night. What a blessing the Autumn is! |
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Maybe I am the crazy one here. . . am I suposed to pine away, rot, alone in my house untill my knight arrives to rescue me from my lonelyness? As it seems. . . men do not like the fact that I talk to other men or have met other men before them. I guess I am not allowed to meet new people incase Mr. Right shows up while I am *dateing* someone else! Does *dateing* really imply that someone is my boyfriend? Men seem to *date* more than one girl untill they find one that they want to *go steady* with. Unless I am so old that *going steady* no longer exists. Aparently one date means that I have commited myself to someone and am off limits to meeting new people, haveing new experiences. ( that is crazy talk. . . dateing until it is decided that a comitment is necisary is just that . . . dateing)
I have not ask'd anyone to compete for my attention or affection. I am not on this site to meet people, only to chat, which I have stated more than once. As it so happens I have met one person from this site in real life. He seems like a nice person that I might develope a friendship with. If anything else comes of it . . . It will be a surprise! For I am not expeting anything. . . and therefor will not be disapointed.
Now, chatting with one individual. . . he was discusted that I had met someone. . . and that someone had not been him. Is being first really that great? Why can he not still talk to me knowing that I am chatting with other people? Is he that insecure that he can not tolerate other men in the vacinity? Perhaps it was my fault in chatting with one so young (25).
Thought. . . comments. . . alwayse welcome. Thanks for letting me have a bit of a rant. |
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OK, So I am noticeing that a lot of the male's who are sending me e-mail are completely surprised to actually get a reply from me. Aparently some of the girls on this site need a lesson in etiquette. Is it really to much to ask for some politeness in this world! Does it take that much effort to type "not interested" and hit the send button.
Now I am sure that you gals are receiveing as much or more e-mails than myself. . . but the first few days after my profile posted I received over 200 e-mail's . . . and you had better beleive that I replied to all of them, if only to tell them that I am not interested in what they are offering. Call me pathetic if you will, I happen to care about others and there feelings.
Now, normally I would not care what goes on around here, or anywhere else for that matter that doesn't involve me personally, but a dear friend who is also listed on this site, who shall rremain nameless, is being treated rather roughly. He is a wonderfuly submissive man. He, and all these other men deserve a chance. . .all they want is to please you! Is that not what you are looking for on this site?
Now I fully expect some nasty emails due to this post. . . and I will reply to each and every one! PLease beware that the *good* ones will be posted here. . . for all to enjoy!
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I am not very diligent about keeping up with my journal. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway. I have been working and working and working some more. So much for alowing for a recovery! What can I say. . . I am a glutton for punishment. I have once again finished responding to mountains of e-mails. I must ask again that you please not send e-mails with just 2 or 3 words. It is really a waste of my time to have to reply to "Hi" or "nice profile". |
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I have been away for a while, maybe you have noticed. I just finished replying to everyone's e-mails. If you didn't get a reply then maybe I thought I already sent one. ANyway, I hope you are all well. |
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Hit a wrong button and so here is the rest.
My reply:Thank you Sir for takeing the time to "correct" me. The bible was written in a time when men ruled and women were seen and not heard. So it would only go to say that men amended the good book to suit them. We all know that the kings did this, it is a matter of history. In reality women develope first, we evolve first, it would only go to say that in fact Lillith or Eve would have been created first. But, you see, men just would not have accepted this version, so they would change it to make women beleive that we owe men service for the "rib" we were given. A sort of eternal endentured servitude.
Also, threats do not bode well with me. How do YOU intend to keep me in my place? Besides that, where exactily would my place be? I am a stray and intend to stay that way for quite a while.
His reply: Wrong again. This has nothing to do with man in anyway. The existance of man and who was for who was decided by the creater at the beginning not just changed to suit man. And your being a stay will be short lived as I will stop you. And I intend to keep you in your place through strict discipline both instruction wise and through physical discipline such as having your a** spanked or your t*ts and p*ssy slapped, or for more serious punishment, you may be grounded, things restricted or taken away, or not getting what you asked for. You have a negatives towards men, and thats not a good thing. I do agree that there are a lot of a-hole men out there, but Iam not one of them. Good luck in whatever your endeavours and searches you persue. Wilf.
I welcome any and all comments reguarding this or any other of my posts.
Perhaps some of you whom read this will feel that I am a man hateing B*tch. . . this is just untrue. I simply know my worth. The women out there, in this lifestyle and those who remain vanilla, who do not know there worth are the ones who get abused! I adore men. . . well, the ones who deserve to be adored anyway.
I choose to be submissive/switch. . . I choose when and who I will serve. Also, I make the rules or it will be a no go. The men who I would even consider serveing are unique. They are not out for a power trip or to punish women.
So, in closeing, judge me if you wish. . . but you will be wrong!
Still Uncollared
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WOW! I guess people actually read this thing! All this time thought I was just typeing to myself. So, I got an e-mail about one of my postings, the one about man haveing no purpose without woman. . . I feel the need to share it will those of you keeping up:
I have read your profile and will say only that you are wrong, wrong. Adam was created 1st. Woman was created to be of company to adam and to propogate the universe. SO, without adam(man), there would not have been woman in the 1st place darling. Hope that will keep you in your place or I would need to assure that. Thank you. Wilf.
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Recently I was replying to an email and this is what ended up as the responce. I thought it was pretty good. . . so here it is
I beleive that women feel more powerful when we submit to a man. I know that sounds strange. . . power from givein up power? Crazyness. But here is the bitter truth in that. . . without woman. . . man would be powerless. You boys would never have evolved. You are hunters, protecters. Women evolved developed comunication, thats why we talk so much. We comunicate EVERYTHING. We are the life givers, the gatherors, the MUSE. WIthout women. . . men have no purpose, no drive to exist. Woman are created weaker of body, stronger of character and mind. Not to imply that men are stupid, because that is untrue. Women deal with loss and pain better then men. We devolpe more attachments and lasting bonds than men do.
For a woman to "submit" to a man it gives him purpose. The BDSM aspect is just to allow modern men to let out there inner beast. Nothing more. WOmen crave the aggression, the power of knowing that their man could protect them. Socially it is unacceptable to go kill things to prove virility, so men recreate this by "dominateing" their woman. . . friends. . . careers. . .ect |
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Yes, too entries in one day. I am reading my mail and found this delightful bit of writeing that I just have to share.
From a fellow CollarMe member:
In history and ancient cultures the symbol of the cat was always very mysterious... but also calm, collected and intelligent... but collared and kept
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I feel I must apologise. . . I work a million hours a week. . . it takes me a while to reply to emails. Forgive me. I will eventually get around to yours. Patience is the key.
For anyone actually interested in what I do for a liveing . . . I cook. I manage a small cafe and work as a line cook/know it all for a #1 restaurant in the detroit area. In particular, voted #1 for Pizza. I enjoy cooking and am starting classes for Culinary Arts in January. So as of the new year I will have ZERO free time!!!
I guess all Chefs are insane workaholics with obsessive compulsive disorer who enjoy chaos and multitasking. I cook at home for friends and family. Please alow me to brag for a moment. . . I can whip up a "gouret" mean in 30 minutes!!!! By the way. . . gourmet is a fancy term for someone else made it!!! |
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I am completely bombarded with e-mail. While I am flatterd, I must ask that you please respect that fact that I am firm about not seeking to serve at this point in my life. If you still wish to chat. . . by all means send me a note. PLease be specific and to the point. I do not like wasteing my time with "hello" as the only text. Flattery will get you everywhere. . . and interests other than SEX.
Thanks
Still Uncollared
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Quick definitions (Pet)
noun: a domesticated animal kept for companionship or amusement
noun: a fit of petulance or sulkiness (especially at what is felt to be a slight)
noun: using a computerized radiographic technique to examine the metabolic activity in various tissues (especially in the brain)
noun: a special loved one
verb: stroke or caress in an erotic manner, as during lovemaking
verb: stroke or caress gently (Example: "Pet the lamb")
adjective: preferred above all others and treated with partiality
I prefer the last definition for verb "pet" and adjective! I do not wish to be caged, or treated as a lesser animal! Think more how the egiptians worshiped their cats! Yes, I ware a collar, and would not mind being leashed on special ocations. But for the most part I WILL BE EQUAL! The ecception would be the bedroom. Remember that I am a switch, and that I am not looking to serve anyone right now!
Thank you
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