|08-10-2007, 04:49 AM||#16|
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: bummed out city
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.
|08-23-2007, 02:20 AM||#21|
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: in the labyrinth of shared happiness
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.
1. While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.
2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.
3. Your foot will change direction.
|08-23-2007, 08:41 AM||#22|
Mistress of Time & Space
Join Date: Sep 2006
My newest secret...I have been sleeping around.
My biggest surprise...I am not ashamed.
My lament...who is taking me to the dance?
|08-23-2007, 09:24 AM||#23|
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.
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!
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.
My strength is as the strength of eight --
My heart is nearly pure.
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