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At my core, I am a hyper-possessive control freak and a believer in an old fashioned lifestyle. What some refer to today as chauvinism or even misogyny, I see as a natural order. I think the best foundation for a relationship is a well defined structure and hierarchy, where men lead and women follow.
I am looking for a relationship built on those principals. Kinky sex is easy enough to find. What I am looking for is the in between moments, the day to day living. Once structure and control are in place, the sexuality comes naturally, and make no mistake I love that part as well.
Non kink stuff that will interest or amuse the right person and probably bore the wrong one
I believe in the oxford comma and still think a period should be followed by two spaces, although typographical conventions online often force me to adopt the more modern single space style. I have been known to make up my own words from time to time. I do not have any tattoos, but if I did get one it would be of a semi-colon. I read, and because I am tactile and love the smell of paper I neither own nor want to own a kindle or other electronic book. Chances are Ill be more interested in my new book than I am in you, but dont worry - Ill probably also finish it before sunrise. I think sleep is a medical condition caused by insufficient levels of caffeine in the bloodstream and I take care to keep mine at appropriate levels. I am a Democrat and I have no problem embracing my liberalism. Progressive is just a term liberals have adopted because too many ignorant sheeple (made up word, yes... but not mine) have polluted the term liberal and Im on the forefront of the fight to reclaim it. You might even say I am on a mission to civilize... I am a gamer, but not computer games or console games or RPGs. I have ADD and most of the time I am either easily distracted or so completely immersed in what I am doing that I lose track of time. I like the feeling of a naked body pressing against mine from behind when I am in the shower, arms wrapped around me, hands on chest, breasts pushed into my back. I like to argue, sometimes just for the fun of it. I am an atheist most of the time, but I love Christmas carols and gospel music and the passion of belief. Irony and I have a healthy relationship.
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If you're having trouble replying to messages today, you're not alone. The site is once again broken, it would seem. The work around is to click on the sender's profile and send a new message, rather than just a reply. |
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If you're a Trump supporter, you should probably avoid talking to me. Unless you really enjoy humiliation. |
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My dark mind is filled with things other than pain, although I certainly will hurt you. Not with crops or floggers or canes - I have a few of those toys, I just don't use them often - but wth my bare hands. Skin to skin. Pinching pulling and twisting your nipples. Slapping your breasts until they bruise. Pulling your hair and dragging you to the ground. For me it's not about the pain as much as it is about the animalistic brutality, the claim of ownership, the taking and using what is mine. It isn't a session, and it isn't play time. It's showing you that I am in control and can do with you as I like, how and when I like, and that your only choice is to hope your submission to my needs will satisfy my hunger. |
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Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. |
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Language is not intrinsically beautiful, but what you do with it can be. When you abuse it, truncate it or simply refuse to master it, then you limit yourself and my perceptions of you. |
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Single once more and actively looking for the right girl. |
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Today's not the day to talk about gun control? Fine... tell us when would be a better time and we'll make an appointment. |
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Election day is my favorite holiday of the year! Just got home from my polling place and ready to settle in for a long day/night of watching the returns roll in. If you haven't voted yet, get off your lazy ass and get to the polls! |
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Let's role play. You be the incompetent cable customer service rep, and I'll be the really pissed off customer with a chip on his shoulder. |
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If you think Paul Ryan should be the next Vice President, we're probably not compatable.
If you get why Paul Ryan running for Vice President makes me giggle with glee, we might be compatable.
If you don't know who Paul Ryan is, you'll probably be bored around me most of the time.
If you want to be told who Paul Ryan is and what you should think about him, then feel free to ask. |
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If you believe the term "submissive woman" is redundant, we should talk. |
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I'm not Christian Grey. You're not Anais Nin. One doesn't exist and the other is dead. So how about I'll be me and you be you? |
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Back home in Vegas, thankfully. |
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In LA for a few days and not particularly thrilled about it. Looking forward to being home again on Monday... |
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Warning: Someone is trying to spread a virus on CM using a bit.ly to entice users into downloading what are suppose to be pictures. The zip file does NOT contain pictures - it's an executable file which is almost certainly a virus or trojan horse.
Do not follow bit.ly links from sources you do not trust. |
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Most people can't spot the mitsake. Can you? |
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arrrr it be talk like a pirate day, mates and wenches!
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Is anyone else having trouble connecting to the website this morning? It keeps timing out for me, particularly annoying when trying to send emails. |
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I used to think there was something in the water that made German slaves more perverse, more submissive, more masochistic... then I realized that it was just one German "slave" with a few dozen profiles. |
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One of the first concerts I ever went to was Bruce Springsteen, when I was 15 or 16 years old. Nearly five hours of musical mastery and every song jazzed up by the amazing talent of the big man, Clarence Clemmons. It's hard to imagine Springsteen putting out any more new music without his ever present partner. The world is a quieter place today, but tommorrow the hungry and the hunted will explode into rock and roll bands, and face off against each other and the streets down in jungleland. |
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Summer is upon us... over 100 today. Last night it was in the upper 90's at midnight. Ahhh, the joys of central air conditioning! |
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"A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used." - Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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Back from la Ciudad de la Reina des Los Angeles... had a great weekend, saw some old friends, made some new ones. I certainly don't miss living in LA, but the weather sure was nice... |
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Heading to LA this weekend... any kinky gamers gonna be at Strategicon? |
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*cough cough* *sniffle* *sneeze* where's my homemade soup and hot tea, dammit! |
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A journal entry in someone's profile made me stop and reflect on submission - what it is, what it means. I've been thinking about it a lot lately from a slightly different angle and some of my thoughts have now crystalized.
Submission isn't found in the details or specific acts. It's not sexuality, and it's not domestic service. Submission isn't honorifics, ritual, or protocol. Submission can't be defined by things you say or do. Submission is no more and no less than placing the needs and desires of someone else above your own.
Submission is the natural relationship between a girl and the man who owns her. |
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I have a new favorite word! I am a psephologist! |
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40 is such an awkward age at time. Everyone seems to be looking either for someone older than 40 or someone younger than 40. I'm just a 'tweener, I s'pose. |
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Whoever coined the phrase "Curiousity killed the cat"... never owned a ferret. |
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To all the scammers out there: We would greatly appreciate it if you would take an extra couple of minutes to find better porn to use in your profile pictures. That way when I go through the list of new members to hide the obvious scam profiles, I'll at least have something entertaining to look at while I do it. |
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freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose... |
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I don't wear glasses and I'd like to keep it that way. Consequently, if your profile is written in yellow text on a pink background, I'm not going to read it. |
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I have a new pet ferret and can't settle on a good name for her. I tend toward names with historical, political or literary significance. |
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Congratulations - you've discovered Anais Ninn. You don't want to be the leader... I get it. |
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CM Pet Peeve of the day:
People that complain about things that are within their power to fix.
If you don't want mail from men, then set your inbox filters. If you don't want mail from people outside a certain geographic area, then set your inbox filters. If you don't want mail from people outside a certain age range, then set your inbox filters.
If you fail to do so and then whine about receiving mail from one of the above categories, it just makes you look like a stupid bitch. |
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Power corrupts, and absolute power is really fucking cool... |
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In memoriam for Veterans Day:
Michael Cahill
Eduardo Caraveo
Justin DeCrow
John Gaffaney
Frederick Greene
Jason Hunt
Amy Krueger
Thomas Nemelka
Michael Pearson
Russell Seager
Francheska Velez
Juanita Warman
Kham Xiong |
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In continuation of my annual rememberance...
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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd
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Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
5.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
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In memorium on Veterans day:
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
-Patrick Henry
And lastly, a poem of my own:
When I was a little boy
A soldier rang the bell
He answered all my questions
He taught me war is hell
When I was a little boy
I learned my wrong from right
The only thing I never learned
Was how to stand and fight
When I was a young boy
A soldier came to school
He taught us about freedom
About communists and fools
When I was a young boy
I learned that in a fight
No one ever seems to care
Who was wrong, who was right
When I was a young man
A soldier came to me
He told me he was fighting
So that I could be free
When I was a young man
My country went to war
Nobody seemed to understand
What we were fighting for.
When I was a soldier
My parents came to see
If I still remembered
The the things they taught me
When I was a soldier
My country was at peace
I did my job the best I could
And I was released
Now that I'm a grown man
I still don't understand
Why my friends are dying
On miles of burning sand
Now that I'm a grown man
There's one thing worth fighting for
Our children shouldn't have to learn
About another useless war. |
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In memorium on Rememberance Day, a few of my favorite lines for friends in the Commonwealth...
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathin English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sound; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
--Rupert Brooke "The Soldier"
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
-- William Shakespeare |
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| Age: 18 |
| Springfield,
Virginia |
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