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98.4% monkey
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: bummed out city
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I have attended and participated in BDSM "play" parties. I'm considered a "dominant" but I find the title very silly. I'm not a sadist. At its best BDSM is an interesting diversion which allows for some degree of self exploration. At its worst its a means for the cruel and repressed to build a persona on the rickety foundation of a fetish. In my mind it's a means of orchestrating sensation for a willing partner, leading them (and yourself) on an erotic journey. As I reflect I believe its now a limiting exploration and I feel it's something I've outgrown.
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98.4% monkey
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: bummed out city
Posts: 634
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^ not really. My secret is that I talk smack all the time, but eventually I always relent and retract.
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landscaping is fun
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: up river and down river
Posts: 4,815
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(I will squash the rumors!!)
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meretricious dilettante
Join Date: Jan 2003
Posts: 11,068
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I find a short cry every evening after dinner helps.
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#21 |
constantly amazed
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: in the labyrinth of shared happiness
Posts: 6,206
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Here's the secret. The secret is that when he told his wife that he was working on valentine's day, he was really taking that other woman to the Heathman for dinner and jazz. we know this because we made plans to go there ourselves there for Valentine's day, but when we saw them both sitting there right up in front with his arm around that woman, we turned around in a panic and walked out. i remembered the startled look on his face when he saw us. i never told his wife. if it had been me, i would have wanted her to tell me, but i chickened out and did not want to be the bearer of bad news, and didn't want to make her cry, so i never told her. he stopped seeing that woman, he got back together with his wife, and now we're all pretending nothing ever happened and everything is back to normal. i'm assuming it's all back to normal. thinking about it makes my stomach hurt.
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#22 |
Mistress of Time & Space
Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: Everywhere
Posts: 171
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Mine too. Icky icky icky, yuck.
My newest secret...I have been sleeping around. My biggest surprise...I am not ashamed. My lament...who is taking me to the dance? My answer....me. ![]() |
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Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
Posts: 8,967
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Sympathy for Sharon Stone
I was cruising the internet the other day looking for I don’t remember what in relation to something else I don’t recall when I found Joe Eszterhas’s blog. He says:“I’m jealous that Bill Goldman has won two Oscars and I’ve won none. But I bet Bill Goldman is jealous that I’ve bedded Sharon Stone.” Bedded – as if it’s just a matter of patience and cunning: lie in wait until a woman, however famous, walks by a bed and wham! bam! instant trophy. Who’d have ever thought it before, but poor Sharon Stone. One night of drunken indiscretion and she’s in everything that this guy writes, even his blog. Quite apart from my suspicion he’d sell his wife at truckstops to get an Oscar, that is why you never sleep with writers – because they’ll write about it. Oh, you may not be Sharon Stone, And the writer may not be, um, whatsisname, but sooner or later they’ll write about it. Except for me. Sleep with me. I won’t tell. I promise.
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