Perplexity


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So, in a response to a profile question, I wrote a little story. Its quite a dark vision. Not in any brutality, but in its subject matter and lack of compassion. It is entirely fiction, and something I could not do in reality. But it was an interesting experience to write it. Warning: If you dont like it fine, but don't send me comments judging me. Its fiction. Unedited, uncensored, spelling mistakes and all. I hate typing on a mobile. Enjoy. After you have been trained to accept my will, without question or hesitation, I get you to stop any birth control. "So that we can encourage your breasts to lactate." I say with a smile. Over the next six months, I have you on vitamin suppliments, pumping your breasts multiple times a day, and recording the phazes of your menstrual cycle. Cramps, bloating, flow, and ovulation. One day, I come behind you while you are pumping. I reach up and tie a blindfold on you. I look down at your naked body, and see that once again the pumps are empty. "Slave, your tits still dissapoint me by not producing milk." "I'm sorry master. Ive done everything you have told me. I just dont know why its not working!!" "Dont worry slave, today we are going to do an exercise that will make you lactate." I take the breast pumps from you and lead you out of the room. When we get to the front hall, I take your leash from the wall and clip it to your collar. I place a pair of high heels in front of you, and guide your hands to them. Like a good slave you bend at the waist. As you begin to slip on the shoes, you hear me unzip my pants. You feel the touch of my hard cock on your pussy. You pause as I slowly push my cock deep into you. Panic overwhelms you as you realize you did not hear the familiar sound of a condom wrapper. You want to tell me you are close to your ovulation, but your training forbids you to talk while I am taking you. You begin to whimper as I thrust in and out of you. Not from pleasure, but from terror, as you know you will be punished severely if you talk. You feel the pace of my thrusts quicken, and you hear me begin to grunt. You know I am close. You tell yourself, "Master wouldnt cum inside me. He must know that I ovulate today, and the chances of getting pregnant are at it highest. He doesnt want children or babies in his dungeon. He told me so." Just as you begin to calm at these thoughs you feel my body begin to stiffen. My cock grow a little inside you. Get harder, and my breathing catch. "He is going to pull out any moment, I know it!" The absolute terror ruches back and you cry out as you feel my cock slam as deep as it can and begin to throb. Pumping load after load of cum deep inside of you. You also hear my sharp command, "Shut up slave! How dare you distract me from my orgasm with your mewling! Not another sound for the rest of the day!! In fact, not a soubd for the next month. I dont want to hear anything from you!!" I grab a ball gag off the shelf, and shove it in your mouth. Strapping the gag in placr, I work without regard for the tears streaming down your face. As soon as I am done fastening the gag you return to fastening your shoes. Training, and the memories of punishments recieved, overriding the terror of pregnancy. You must please me without fail. I grab your leash and gyide you out to the truck. You hear the cars passing on the street, and the warm spring breeze brushes your body. Remindibg you of the cum now dribbling down your legs. You suddenly feel naked. A sensation you have not felt for some time. Although you are forbidden from wearing clothes, you have not felt so vulnerable as you do in this moment. I place you in the car and you do up your seat belt. We drive for what seems like an eternity. The turns becoming to numerous to count. as I stop the car, and order you to get out, I remind you to clean your seat. Dutifully you get out and bend over to clean the cum from your seat. Again you hear my zipper, and again you dont hear the sound of a condom. As I push inside of you, you tense, and your pussy contracts. "Thats it slave, milk the cum from my cock. I want a good orgasm this time. One where you dont interrupt me. Keep squeezing slave" The terror you feel begins to subside. You resign yourself, to whatever fate comes your way. You concentrate on contracting your pussy. Willing your body to tighten your hoke to please me. Its not long before you feel my cock slam deep and empty its load deep in your pussy. I stand up, and pull on your leash, leading you. You hear a door unlock, and we walk into a building. The sound of your heels on the concrete floor echo. The room you are in must be huge. And quite empty. I stop you, and guide you down to a padded table. You begin to feel straps over your body. I am strappi g you down to the table. You habds at your side. Your legs individually strapped. You cant move. You are helpless. Panic begins to set in again. You feel the needle begin to push its way into your arm. "Relax slave, this IV is to make the procedure less painful, and increase the chances of success. Soin your tits will spray milk from them, and you will feel a new kind of pain. The pain of engorgement." You feel a warm tingle as the drugs begin to flow. But instead of knocking you out, you begin to feel arousal.a burning in your pussy. You feel the table shift, and realize that your legs are spreading and bending. The table is forcing you into a very open position. Legs spread, knees up, pussy wide open. you feel my habd on your pussy, and you begin to shudder. You realize you are about to cum, but you have not been given permission. You fight the orgadm as I push on your pussy. 1, then 2 fingers, my cum acting as a lubricant, 3 fingers then 4. Your pussy floods as you get more and more aroused. As I push my whole hand inside, you hear me say, "Cum slave!" You ket go and feel the most piwerful, body wracking orgadm in your life. You feel your uterus contracting, and your cervix diving against my hand, pushing my cum closer and closer to the fresh ovum. "Cum as much as you want slave. For the rest of this procedure you have my permission to orgadm without restraint." "Have at her boys, fill her up. I want those tits to spew forth milk, and this appears to be the only way!!" For the rest of the day you feel countless men enter you, pumping their seed inside of you. Pinching your tender nipples and treating you like a peace of meat. You dont know if it is the drugs or just your inner slut, but you love every moment of it. When all is said and done, I put a pair of latex panties on you, "Wouldnt wabt any of that cum to leak out. It has an important job to do." Days go by after that, tormented days, without words. Unsure of what happened, or what the future will hold. You cant speak because of your order. Days turn into weeks. You miss your period. And weeks turn into months. Your breasts swell, as does your belly. Your nipples darken, and begin to hurt. I take sadistic pleasure in pinching and biting them. As you enter your third trimester, another woman begins to come to the dungeon. A midwife. She will be delivering the child. As your time nears, a young couple begins to visit the dungeon. Touching and talking to your belly. Always ignoring you. When the contractions start, you know your time at the dungeon is over. Soon you will be cast out. Forbidden to return, or even contact me. A moment that should be full of joy, is yet another moment of tormebt for you. Hours of labour pass. Wave after wave of contractions rip through your body. Finally delivering a child. I cut the cord, and pass the baby to the waiting couple. They leave and you never see your child. "You are staying in the dungeon, slave. Your baby... or should I say, their baby is not." I had you your breadt pump and say, "Start pumping cunt. I need milk to put in their coffee."

Sigh,

I'm exhausted, and I think its time for a rest.

For those I have connected with, I am sorry for my silence over these last few months. I have had some trying times, and some losses.

I'm going to temporarily suspend my account here for a bit. I don't know how long. I need to get my head on right.

Perplexity

What is it that drives people to continue their insanity? Not clinical insanity, but, more like Einstein's definition of insanity. "Performing the same actions, and expecting a different result." (I heard it said that it was his description but I can't find any references to him actually saying or writing it.)

For the hunter in me, it is the stalking. The thrill of the chase and capture.

For the philosopher in me, it is the thought provoking discourse. Quenching the thirst for understanding.

For the scientist in me, it is the discovery of new things. Satiating the thirst for knowledge.

For the lover in me, it is the soft feel of a supple breast. The warm curves of a woman's body held to mine.

For the sadist, it is the sound of leather impacting, and the whimpers it produces.

Will people ask me if there is more? If they do I will tell them emphatically and without hesitation, "Yes!"

However the magician in needs the mystery.

The dominant in me needs the secrecy.

And the submissive in you needs to be curious about me.

Let the stalking begin.

Its official! Karma and Fate are a pair of seriously nasty sadistic bitches!

It may be because of my last journal entry, or because its my time to be tested. Let me give everybody a piece of advice. NEVER say you have hit rock bottom, or that things cant get any worse. One of these two bitches will come out of nowhere and kick you in the teeth. (I would have said balls but this advice is to everybody. ;) )

That's my advice, take it or leave it, right now I just couldn't give a... actually I could. A fuck might be nice right about now. ;)

EDIT: Not considering committing suicide though. ;)

I'm thinking about suicide.

No really thinking about it.

Not thinking about committing suicide, just thinking about what brings people to suicide.

Its 3:30am Boxing day. The day after Christmas. The day after the highest statistical suicide day all year.

I have lived through some seriously shitty situations in my life and suicide has never even entered my mind as an option. Nor do I think I could ever consider it an option. So I wonder the utter despair that causes people to commit such an act. It also makes me consider the dispassionate people around them.

On this night I consider the lost souls, who feel completely hopeless, and alone. I pray you find someone who will let you refill your cup of life, and find a renewed sense of purpose. A place in this world.

It may not be considered politically correct, but, I wish everybody peace and happiness on this Christmas night. If you are not christian, please don't take offense at this gesture, given on this religions holiday. Accept it in the spirit it is intended.

Merry Christmas

Inspiration comes from everywhere. You have only to reach out and pluck the idea from the moment. A statement that seems so simple to me, but try to explain the process to a 4 year old when they ask you "Where do ideas come from?" And the follow up question, "How can I tell a good idea from a bad idea?" The cynic in me wanted to say "People will try to steal the good ideas from you, the bad ones they let you have." Of course I can't tell him that. Then I started to think about right and wrong. Good and evil. An I came up with a pretty good explanation... For anybody over the age of 20. Dark is simple. It is the complete absence of light. Just like cold is the absence of heat energy. Light on the other hand is quite complex. Light is a transmission of photonic energy. "Less physics more philosophy Mr. Wizard!" Ok fine. Light is full of positive. It brings us warmth. The pleasant feeling of it on our faces. We seek it out and cherish it. It give us happiness and life. And still we don't complete understand. Dark, cold, evil, and easy to understand, or light, warm and complex. Often the easy path is full of dark, cold, and evil pitfalls. Whereas the hard path, the right path while difficult to travel will bring you to a rewarding destination full of light, warm, happy. Despite all of this The world is full of people who take the easy path and still get rewarded at the cost of somebody else. We can only hope their conscience guides them to the right path. The rest of us... The few of us have to set the example.

This morning I logged on to to my account here on Collarme, to find a bold red word. Admirers.

I hope she doesn't think I am singling her out as a result of this entry, nor think I am egotistical because I will mention this isn't the first time it has happened. It's because there is something different about this time. It could be the time of day, a very early quarter to one in the morning, or it could be due to a contemplative mood.

I have quite recently lost someone important to me, and I don't say this to garner any sympathy, its that the event occurred a matter of minutes after I had messaged this exciting woman for the first time. The two are entirely coincidental, and my first message was a gamble. A fact that I identified in that message.

The portion of the message has a hopeful tenor, and a line from it reads "what will the future bring from this hello?"

What will the future bring... as I look back at that simple statement, I am struck by the infinite, and unconsidered immensity of that statement. The awesome possibilities, and as mentioned before the coincidence of one person leaving my life as another enters. I won't place expectations on her by saying its an omen or some other metaphysical terminology. I don't know what will become of that simple word, "Hello", but I am excited to find out.

I would again like to thank her for taking the time, and extending the courtesy that is so lacking on this and many other sites to respond even though she was, and still is ill. It restores my faith that manners and considerate actions for strangers still exist on the internet.

One door closing, opportunities taken for granted now gone...for a time, and one door opening, offering so many more opportunities.

I should warn you, the reader, whoever you are that this is going to be a meandering post. No real purpose other than to explore the emotions and thoughts I am having. I have not planned any message, even though one has occurred to me. Something that your parents, or mentors have probably said to you many times before. Never pass up an opportunity. They may have posed it in the form of a question "What will you do when opportunity knocks?" or some other way perhaps. The fundamental message is the same. Consider everything for its merits and its costs. Don't put off till tomorrow what can be done today. It may cost you more tomorrow.

So I will take the time now to consider all the friends, and contacts I have made on this site and thank them for the value they have brought to my life. I hope I have done the same for you. To anybody reading this journal, take the time to think of your family and friends. Call them, send them an email. Re-connect somehow. Use smoke signals if you have to. Don't wait for tomorrow, because tomorrow may close the door, and your opportunity is lost.

Toss the dice and send a message to somebody you might not have. It may pay off, and it may not. It might even cost you in the end. That's life. Live it to its fullest. Too soon it will be over, and all that will be left of you are memories in those that you touched.

Thankfully I have nothing but good memories of my grandmother. Some don't. Mine was a wonderful woman. A nurse, a mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. She always had time, and an encouraging word. A laugh that could ease a troubled mind. A mentor for the ages. Suggesting new ideas to explore. Thank you Nana, Ill miss you, but you will live on in my memory. Especially the one about opportunity. ;)

So I have to ask all the ladies... scratch that, Women out there. Is honesty really the best policy?

Right now, I just want to go find a hot blond, walk up to her and say "I dont care what your name is, I dont care what your life is like, I dont care to listen to you talk. I just want to fuck your brains out, and be done with it."

Think any woman will appreciate the honesty? Or am I just going to get slapped?

At some point everybody experiences a moment that changes their perspective, and reminds us that our time on this world is finite and fleeting. When you are gone what will be remembered of you? Have you left the legacy that will be proud of? Some, such as the Pharos of Egypt believes they needed great wealth and monuments to testify to their greatness. Some, such as the Ceasars of Rome had to build the great Roman empire that spanned the length and breadth of te known planet. What isnt widly known are the little things. Small contributions that effect our lives in such monumental ways yet we hardly give it a second thought. Take the Internet for example, the invention widely accepted as the greatest invention of modern times. It makes possible almost all forms of modern communication. Cell phones, email, video calls, VoIP systems, TV, and a few other things such as this very site are all possible because of the Internet. The Internet itself owes a part of its existence to an unknown roman carpenter. Follow the progression. The Internet is dependant on intercontinental communications, which is dependant on satellites. Satellites have to be transported to te rocket facilities by rail, which has a distance between the rails that is the same as what old roads were. Old roads are based on the roman roads, which were based on the width of a chariot. Chariots had a width of approximately the width of two horses behinds. Limitations set for a roman chariot over 2000 years ago, probably more have played a factor in how the world developed. A simple decision, made out of necessity, by a person who probably didn't think about it after he was done, has helped shape our everyday lives. Simple, mundane, and sometimes seemingly obvious choices have far reaching implications. So remember. You don't have to make a difference in everybodies lives to have made a difference in the world. You just have to make a difference to one person. Who knows what your lagacy will be?

Its almost 2 in the morning and I can't sleep... maybe christmas has something to do with it.

MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!

-------- PERVERT ALERT --------

Now that I have your attention, ff you are not going to read this whole journal entry, Stop right here. If statements are taken from this fournal entry and repeated as fact you WILL look like a jackass! There is nothing here but opinion. My opinion.

Now for the potential pervert alert. I was watching kids interact today. -GASP- Yup. Went to play on the playground with my son, and as he played with the other kids I began to watch the interactions. The trigger for this? A group of teens came to the playground as well and began playing with the kids. I thought this was pretty cool until I began to watch the subtle sexual advances. No, not the kids, the teens, and more specifically the girls. I said subtle, remember? Males in general don't do subtle.

As I watched I was amazed at how oblivious boys are, and when the girls got fed up and practically beat them over the head with their budding sexuality the boys turned into hormone fuelled jerks. I cant believe I could ever be that ignorant as a teen... oh, this just in, I was JUST like those boys. Thank god I grew up. Lets think about that statement for a bit. I grew up. Facinating. Now I begin to wonder why there are so many ignorant bastards on this site, and in general life that didn't grow up?

An interesting tangent this growing up stuff, but not the real topic I wanted to address. Its late and I fear this journal is going to meander a bit. I'll edit it later when I'm more coherent. I just want to get the ideas out while I still remember them. Anyways, I was wanting to address how aggressive the boys became, and how the girls withdrew. Its no wonder girls have self esteem, and body image issues these days. Boys make them feel like meat from an early age. While its fine at the adult stage, some people enjoy and even crave that kind of attention, its not ok while an adolecent is developing their sense of self.

I guess where I am going with this is the simple statement, "Boys suck!"

I will however follow it up with "Thank god some of us grow into men."

Whats the difference? When boys grow a brain and can control the hormones a bit, they become men.

There are some questions that will be asked until the end of mankind:

What is the meaning of life? Is God real? Coke or Pepsi? Chocolate or Vanilla? Sweet or Salty? Spit or Swallow? and, Whats the difference between a slave and a submissive?

Well, I can answer a few of those questions. The meaning of life is to figure out the meaning of life! Ya, its a recursive thing that ends up bieng different for everybody. God is as real as you believe. Coke. Vanilla. Salty. I asked you!

The answer to the last question is "No"

A slave may not use the word. A submissive can. Trust allows a slave to exist in their contract, and the contract will say no for the slave. A submissive does not have a contract and therefore has to say no for themselves.That in a nutshell is the difference. The implications of that simple difference are far reaching, and change the dynamic of the relationship in extreme ways.

I was presented with a seemingly simple question by a very intricate woman. It is almost an insult to label her with "Submissive". The statement was this, "Do I love because I need, or do I need because I love?"

Now, that in itself is a question to ponder, but it caused me to think about the deeper meaning of the word love. The more I think about it, the more I think that love is a spectrum of emotions, that all stem from the same feeling of attraction. No matter what language you use to identify the emotion, love is a tricky phenomenon. Love, hate, like, dislike, repulse, they are all levels of atraction. Where is the line between like, and love? Is there something in between? Lust? No, that is physical hormonal response to pharamones causeing feelings of arousal and need for sex. I'm talking about love. This mystical, elusive, unicorn of emotions. Can we even define what love is? I thought about this and quite honestly I can't. Many of the descriptions I have heard from others make love sound like a terminal disease, or a catastrophic even like getting hit by a bus.

Have any of us really found love? Or are we fooling ourselves? Yes, we love our families, and we love our children. We would do anything for them. Our children at least. In this age of divorce (Greater than 2/3 end in divorce. That was the last stat I read. Wasnt it 1/2 only 10 years ago? And if that many end with divorce how many end by other means? Sick thought huh? How many actually make it through the image of two elderly people holding hands as they sit on a portch swing sipping lemonade watching the sunset? When did I become a fan of Greenbow Alabama seniors life?)

So with that in mind are we getting married because of lust? Or are we getting married due to some need? Love because we need... when the need is gone, the love dies.

I really shouldnt say we... I havent, and probably won't. If you dont like it tough. This is my life. Frank said it best when he sang "I did it my way!"

As I read through submissives profiles... Submissives and slaves actually. I can't help bit keep count of all the actions and inactions that create hoops for dominants to jump through. The site has the function to serve as the introduction, and first impressions are everything. So write about yourself. Don't say "I hate this, if you want to know anything just ask". You have been asked. By the site. Do you think that everything your dominant asks of you is going to be sugar and spice and always nice? No, so just do as your told a write something about yourself. If I want to know something specific I will ask. I sure don't need your permission for that. As for the inactions I wrote about earlier, when all you put in your profile is "I never know what to put in these things, so just ask." it tells me volumes. You are unimaginative, lazy, and would rather whine about things than do them. Great first impression.

Working in the entertainment industry, I get to do a lot of people watching. If you pay close enough attention, you can tell a lot about a person’s frame of mind, or even what kind of person they are by how they survey the opposite sex. Do they start at the feet and work their way up the body? Or do they start at the head and work their way down? Do they take an overview? Or do they focus in on specific areas? You’ve heard it before, “Look at her chest, aren’t they lovely?” or “Look at the ass on him? You could bounce a quarter of those buns!” Yes ladies you are guilty of it too, it’s not just the men who are pigs.

I have to admit, I am one that falls into the last category, but it’s not breasts, or buns, or legs for me. It’s her eyes. They have to sparkle, dance with life. How they interact with the rest of her face is important too. If she smiles does she show it in her eyes? Or is she forcing it to make others happy? Are they framed nicely with her hair? Do they shine with her emotions? This is what is important to me. It’s almost looking at people from the inside out. Who they are, and how they carry themselves is the most important factors to me. From there I degenerate into a pig… but it takes some time to get to the barnyard.

Does she take care of herself? No, it’s not important that she is killing herself at the gym every day to get the abs or rock hard butt or even dancer’s legs. She doesn’t even have to be the “ideal weight”. As long as she isn’t morbidly obese, or anorexic she stands a chance. What does that mean? I’m glad you asked. If you spread out like a puddle when you lie down, have to wear spandex under your clothes to keep from spilling over (Sports bras excluded) you might want to consider losing some weight. I’ve heard it all, “It’s glandular”, or “I have big bones”, or “I’ve tried”, or “I had 2 babies” (Baby what’s? Belugas?) Most of the time it’s just an excuse. Glands don’t keep you glued to daytime TV, stuffing your face with Cheetos. Big bones don’t account for your belly hanging over your belt, or the flapping underarms. If you truly tried you would have lost the weight. If your “Babies” are 7 and 9, just getting outside and playing with them each day would get you thin, Oh and you can’t blame them for the weight you gained after you gave birth. Shut up with the excuses and do something about it. Sure there are some exceptions to this, “I had an accident and it is painful to exercise!” sure you have a reason for a few extra pounds. But if you get to the point where you need a scooter, or you have problems reaching around to wipe, it’s time to put down the fork. Stop with the fries, maybe keep to one burger not two. Moderate your portion size. Have some pride. Trust me, I’ve been there. I had to fight through the pain, to chase after my child.

Now, if you are one of those people on the other end of the scale. WTF? What made you think you weren’t worth the time? Who is the idiot that taught you this was beautiful? If I can count your ribs through your sweater as you walk by, or if I can see your entire spine, or even your pelvic bone, you are not healthy. Just a hint, you need three meals a day! And it doesn’t count if you purge right after.

So have some pride in yourself. You are worth it if you just try.

After the weight thing, I move on to some of the cosmetic features. Sure blond is nice, but if it’s long, I don’t care what color your hair is. (Ok, Grey is out for now. A couple here and there is fine. We all get older right?) Do you have full lips? Not that Botox face, collagen injected full lips look. Naturally full lips (Do you know what Botox is? It’s Botulism! A deadly infection! Who thinks up this crap? More importantly, who was the moron they first tested it on?)

Here piggy, piggy! Yup we have reached the barnyard. Hey I’m still a man. I like breasts, a good butt, and I’ll “Dine at the Y” if the lawn has been mowed. The equipment has to be right. So here is where my range is. If your chest looks like a pre-pubescent boy, or you have more chest hair than me (WAX for heaven’s sake!) you’ve got a problem. Oh, and another thing. Keep it real! I haven’t found a pair of silicone breasts I like. There is a too big as well. E-gads, Yup E is too big, think of your back! Triple D is too big on most women too. I say most because proportionally some women can pull off the bigger sizes. Sure bigger is fun to play with in the beginning, but double Hacky-sack later on in life is just wrong! I guess it all comes down to proportion.

Legs need to look good in a cocktail dress and heels.

Beyond that, I’m not too picky. Except for one thing, and if you have read this far you probably qualify. You have to be intelligent. Sure you might be fun to look at, but if I can’t have a meaningful conversation with you. What’s the point? I can get nearly the same pleasure from a playboy… at least that has articles.

Well, I guess it was inevitable. You send a message to somebody, they take offense, respond with an insult and then block you so you can't rebut.

Its a simple tool of the site that, from what I can see in journals and profiles, is used way too much and for the wrong reasons. Sure you may disagree, and you are entitled to your opinion. This is my opinion, and its my journal so if you dont like it, don't read it. In the end, the individual that takes an action like this is probably doing me, and others a favor.

To the user who did it to me, and the users at large who continue to do this day in and day out, good luck in your search. I hope you find somebody as childish as you.

I'd like to make a statement. Not based on any scientific fact, (simply because my sample pool isnt large, or diverse enough) just personal observation.

You may have heard the colloquialism, "A woman is her own worst critic". Well, in my experience it is true. Why? Why don't men suffer from the same affliction? Or do we?

I gained something today that has me humble for the moment. It has made me reconsider several key words that are used in this community of ours. What did I gain today? Perspective.

I have been sick with the flu for the past week (Please no sympathy, your turn is coming) and as I was lying in bed I began to think. I am 6'6", 260lbs, strong, confident... and lying in bed at the mercy of a microscopic, insignificant, brainless single celled organism. Mindless in its actions. Invade, infect, breed, and migrate. That is all this thing does. It does it without passion or prejudice. Without fear or remorse. It simply does.

Wait, I know a few people like that... and yes they have procreated, but thats not the point. How many people are like that? People that simply do. Not for any great reason, its just all they know. They wake up, perform a set of actions, then go to bed, repeat, and repeat.

How do some of us lift ourseves above this? Conversly, how do some of us sink into this monotony? Why? Does this fall into the great philisophical discussion "Why are we here?", "Whats the meaning of life?" I dont think so. I just want to know why some of us stall in life, while others excel. What character trait allows this to happen?

I am about to write a journal entry to which I know the answer. Ignorance. The question however, demands a more complex answer than that. Why do people not communicate their true intentions, feelings, wants, needs in their profile, and when asked, why do they give flimsy answers? I can understand if you simply want to get laid, and are interested in the kinky side of things, simply because your wife,girlfriend,husband,boyfriend,lover,mirror,left hand, or parakeet is as vanilla as it gets. Just let people know. If you are looking for a specific age range, let people know. If you are looking for a spacific kink, say nude electric eel creamed corn wrestling, let people know... BTW can I film that? Don't waste your time, or my time (which in my opinion is infinitely worse)

Alright, time for a rant.
IF you are a man, and create a profile on this site, state that you are a man, if you are a woman state that you are a woman, if you are a tran-gender (Pre or post op) state it. Don't fuck around and say that you are a woman if you have a fully functioning cock and balls. What do you think you are getting away with. I don't give two shits if you area man and prefer to dress like a woman. YOU ARE A MAN!!! When I am browsing the site, and it gives me the option of limiting my search to women. That is all I want to see. If I wanted to see some fucktard in womens panties jerking himself off, I would limit my search to men.
Let me put something into perspective here. I am probably one of the most understanding people around when it comes to peoples kinks. If you want to eat or play in shit go for it... it wont be around me, but hey, if it floats you boat go for it. If dressing up in womens clothing and flogging your cock gets you off, fly at it. Heres a flogger with studs. If stripping naked and wallowing in the mud with a pen of male pigs, letting them have ther way with you fires your neurons. Rock on. (BTW, Can I film that?)
All I ask is BE FUCKING HONEST ON YOUR PROFILE.
Alright I am stepping off the soap box and handing it to someone else.

Poly-Household... I tried to define this for my own amusement the other day... it was interesting. Let me explain: If I was to break down the the parts Poly and household, one is easy to define. Household. The other, not so easy. Yes, people will say that it is intended to be short form of polyamory... other just dont know what it means.
Polyamory... multiple loves. Well, some equate this to non-manogomy, other, to a modified manogamous relationship with three or more participants.
Here is how I define it, and since it is a definition contrived for the purposed of a BDSM lifestyle it wont apply or even relate to many.
A poly household is a collection of likeminded dominants, switches, and submissives, acting as one. Its characters may change over time, but the values, and doctrine remain intact.
It is with this definition in mind that I am considering my position regarding a poly house.
Is it the Poly-House that I choose not to embrace, or the doctrine and values?
I have never hidden the fact that I disagree with a great many aspects of the BDSM lifestyle that others practice. Thats my opinion. And opinions are like assholes, everybodies got them... and they are only important for the owner.
Is that not what makes this lifestyle so great? The vibrant tapestry of people that practice it? I may disagree with some peoples kinks, even be reviled by them, but I will defend their right to have them, and in most cases to practice them.
So with this attitide I set forth to define my doctrine and values... for a possable future poly-house...

Some stats just dont tell the whole story...
I just had an interesting conversation with a real braindead twit, who because they read my weight, thought I was huge fat ass.
Now, I know that some people are quite superficial, but pull your head out of your ass.
I'm 240 lbs. I'm also 6'6 or at least I was the last time I measured myself... it just didn't seem to matter anymore. I'm tall, another inch or two isnt going to make that much difference, I already get a sore forehead.
240lbs on a person >6'6" is pretty fit.

Now the stat that is missing from everybodies profiles that it seems most people are looking to know. Intelligence.

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persiphone	PerverseMa	Permission
personaltr	Perthsubma	PersianMas