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Strange how one can lapse into a state of mental repose in infinitesimal increments, slowly declining to exert the effort to maintain an active mind. One is reminded of the lotus eaters, and wonders if they reach a state in which they even forget to eat the lotus blossoms ? I attempted to form a correlation between two diverse ideas related to something I was reading recently, the subject matter not being relevant here, and found that the required information failed to obediently cascade to the forefront of mind, resulting in a perplexed state of befuddled amazement. Unbidden an image of a beached whale intruded where the required and requested information should have been sitting much like a faithful dog bringing a favorite toy. It is true that the information I was seeking was acquired some time ago, and is in a field that is not prevalent in my daily life, but still the image of a beached whale is not one to be ignored. As I sat exasperated at the dog’s performance in delivering just bits and pieces like collected remnants of a demolished chew toy, I contemplated the whale. No need to fetch Freud here, a simple flow chart would suffice. Either, I was subject to the onset of early dementia, or the beached whale was a visual manifestation of the condition of my mind. No epiphany was needed here.

In the course of the daily routine it is so easy to follow the path of least resistance. For those wishing excellence, discipline and willful obedience around them it is good to be reminded that the source is one’s self. Rather than focusing on the external factors, focus within, for it is after all an inside job. The mind and body need to be exercised and challenged to remain active and healthy. Robert Frost, I believe had the correct idea, the path less followed is probably the best one to take.

It is time to abstain from the lotus blossom, rise from repose, and get the whale back into the deep water.

Never say never it will bite one in the ass.

I was compelled to use the ignore function today, something I avowed I would Never do. I welcome debate an dissenting opinions, and feel any open thinking person does also. It is only by challenging our beliefs and opinions, that we continue to grow.However I was forced to draw the line today, by an unsolicited cut and paste of a profile from a lesbian Domme seeking submissive female slut slaves…. Well I doubt even given the desire, the laws of physics and genetics may preclude any possible hope of fulfilling her request. I suppose I could have responded that I am a lesbian trapped in a man’s body and loving every minute of it, but I think she would have missed the irony and humor of that.Given the depth of thought and consideration demonstrated by her missive, I am willing to chance that she has nothing to offer in the area of serious and meaningful discourse. I freely admit there are occasions that I am submissive to common sense. This has been one such occasion.I suppose it is only uncomfortable the first time, but I feel like I need a shower now.

It occurred to me that many of my favorite things start with the letter s. Upon reflection the English language is saturated with words beginning with s, resulting in it being one of the larger sections in any dictionary. I have 5 days off work, left with that much time on my hands, and lack of a suitable partner at the moment… my mind started to wander… could one effectively communicate using only words that begin with the letter s ? Once the question was posed the challenge proved irresistible.

Sighing sifting softly,
searching sequential sentence seas …
showing suspect, shallow, subtle..
slothful, soothing seems.

seeking, substantial sustenance..
sojourned, sequestered, simply..
she submits, spontaneous, soulful..
sincere, sweet selfless surrender.

slightly sadistic searing shadow..
surrounds softly sobbing slave.
slashing switch sent..
skin streaked, scored so slightly..

sweat streaked, sublimely somber..
sitting straight, satisfied, seeking silence,
she splendidly, shudders slightly..
sexually satiated, stunning serene..

superb, submissive slave.

Success or not, it was fun.

An overcast, dank ,dreary, and fusty day in Portland. It appears as if summer decided to take the day off and have fall fill in. A day in which the air laden heavy with moisture becomes wrapped around the shoulders like a familiar old grey woolen overcoat.

Fusty, now there is a word of substance. It conjures memories from the deep recesses of the mind, the smell of rotting logs mixed with the aroma of wet cut grass, fresh bloomed flowers, death rebirth, children playing in mud puddles, scurrying home to hot baths, hot chocolate with marshmallows, warm fires mixed with laughter, visions of streams of black umbrellas bobbing like so much flotsam carried by a sea of humanity, punctuated on occasion by the bright flash of color carried by a free spirit, defiant in the face of convention.

It was a day that urged and gently compelled one to seek warmth and sanctuary. A day for quiet contemplation, introspection and meditation. It was a good day today.

Humm, a solicitation to provide long distance phone sex… Interesting, but it does not qualify for what I would term a real life encounter.

A thoughtful intelligent discourse on wants, desires and expectations does not seem to qualify as a worthwhile use of time to others.

Silly me, I thought all on the site were forthright and honest in their profiles, ( sarcasm intended), and most appear to desire real life face to face encounters. Sigh what is next. Web cams?

When seeking a treasure, I suppose one must expect to get dirty. Will this site work out… I will wait for the jury to reconvene.

There is an interesting social dynamic here on this site that I have noted. Perhaps, as I am new to the site, clarity will come with time. However it seems that many of the submissives, roll out their booths much like a Saturday market, and proclaim “here I am come and get it“. It is then left to the dominate to objectify one’s self, then peruse and pursue the various postings somewhat akin to a bee going from flower to flower. The lack of content in many of these posting gives pause, as most claim a desire to serve, yet are either unable or unwilling to do so in the simple matter of providing some small insight as to whom they are.

None the less it is left to the dominate to sift through missives, and attempt to initiate a real connection. It make me wonder whom is the moth and whom is the flame? It may take me awhile to wrap my mind around this one.

It can prove a daunting task, separating those whom only wish to exist from behind the anonymity of a computer screen, from those that truly wish to enrich their lives. It seems so few have the courage to come out into the light of day, and meet face to face, and dare ask can we make the dream come true together?

I have met such a one here, and although the chemistry , the primal bond failed to materialize, a bond of a different sort was formed. I trust both our lives are richer for it, I know mine is. Thank you, you know who you are.

It was a chance encounter that brought me to this site, two data streams passing on the internet….

Yet, I have found it is not wise to ignore such chance happenings, that encounter turned out very positive, so perhaps, perhaps….