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Bisexual switch? Really? Make up your mind!
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Do you ever have deja vu?
Do you ever have deja vu? |
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I am not a psychiatrist.
This is not a psychistrist's office.
Please do not contact me, or respond should I contact you, if any of the following are true:
you have not mastered the courtesy of reciprocal communication
you were / are in a broken relationship and are seeking emotional support and little else
you are in an emotionally barren relationship, and need someone to provide that component so you can stay in your broken relationship
you are in a broken relationship, and need someone to use as a "Plan B" to sustain your broken relationship
you cannot keep your facts straight
you ask for patience but show none in return
you lie
you lack or do not bother to exercise emotional maturity
Anybody left?
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One "slave" asked me to be patient as she was new. This morphed into waiting until end of term - a few weeks. Whatever. Term ended and then she didn't have transport. She mentioned her ex-husband. Called me a "friend". We made a date, the day before, she sought my emotional support, talked about the new term, then, purely as afterthought, mentioned that she could not make the date. Sayonara. Wasn't even important enough to mention first. |
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What's with all the liars? People who express powerful interest, then vanish. What's the point? Does it give you a rush to waste someone's time? Does that seem like a good hobby?
The best part is, when confronted with their discourtesy, such people are offended and indignant when they are not trusted. Well, DUH!
Bullshit artistry. How very exhausting. |
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Collar of consideration and Under the protection of LordHighOneTrueDomLivesAtHomeWithMom are two inventions on this site that I have not seen ANYWHERE else in the bdsm world. Talk is cheap. Words are nothing. Do these really mean anything other than that if you contact such a "considered" slave, some HNG is going to e-rant at you in disturbing and pathetic fashion? |
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There are many "collard" slaves on this site. Odd. I keep scratching my head, wondering what that means.
Perhaps one day I will encounter a broccoli bitch... |
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I seek canvas for my creativity...to be painted, paint scraped off, repainted, swirled in shades of light and shadow, vibrant colors and glooming blues. |
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naked...a fine word, beginning with a hard n, split by the harder k, a word which itself speaks of exposure, revealedness, bareness...not just of flesh but of desire, hunger, aching need...a slave is naked, never nude. |
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