Yea Baby

Went into my Red Room and found this. I bought these because they looked good and had good reviews but the quality of the metal is cheap…as you can see from them bending out of place.

My point though is that this proves they were definitely used. Wish I had caught when exactly. Oh well. Just one more guest is booked then I can have all my toys back and replace these. I do have more sets of cuffs and such but these were suppose to be my heavy duty ones, not just pretend play fluff gadgetry. Guess one of my guests thought the same thing and we were both disappointed.

Cowards

I get it.

Societies stigma against men playing together and not being seen as “gay”* is intense.

To hear from other men…several even… that they simply don’t trust men makes me shake my head.

I also get that.

Trust me that as a woman I really do get it. I suppose because I didn’t have much of a choice, being so heavily boy crazy, I put up with their behavior and didn’t give it too much thought. Always trying to steer as clear of idiots as I possibly can…not always entirely possible though unfortunately.

But to hear other men call their own gender: disgusting, pigs, violent, assholes; and actually really, deeply mean it shocks me and I’m not easily shocked.

Again, I get it though.

So when I tried to plan a small party, with a few men that have ALL expressed that they have played a bit or wanted to play with men and put myself in the mix I anticipated a good outcome. Initially I got yeses. Slowly that list started to dwindle because either they wanted me only to themselves or were scared to be in that dynamic. Scared of something they enjoy or want to enjoy. Scared of something I promised to orchestrate to everyone’s liking with me in charge.

Even when I took it down to a threesome it evaporated. Why? All of these men would gladly play with me and they have all expressed interest/experience in playing with other men. Baffles me. Just baffles me.

I guess I’m not the Domme I thought I was. Darn though. My little red room will be decommissioned this coming weekend.

Silly, silly boys.

Oh well! It’s worth considering that maybe I’m the idiot in this equation. Lol. I just wanted to have fun. Fun…people! Anyone remember what that is anymore? Jeesh!

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(for any haters out there)

*gay is NOT a four letter word. Sorry. No one can convince me of it. Nope. Never. Just not happening….so move on to some other “issue”. I’m entitled to my fucking opinion….. as you are yours. See how gracious I am? 😝

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It’s Possible……

I’ve been asked repeatedly

“What do you want your relationship to look like?

What’s your ideal sex life?

What do you want in a partner?”

These are all good and valid questions. The problem I have with them is that being in a relationship and loving someone requires a second person. It’s not a solo event. And this other person is not only crucial; they help chart the course. It’s like asking me to navigate the sea without a map, GPS or the sun and stars in the sky.

Sure I have ideas and expectations, but once the second party shows up for the grand event all that can fall out the fucking window and I’m rather okay with that. The dynamic, how I feel and the relationship itself will far supersede most of my fantasies in ways I can’t even imagine now; I’m sure. That is my real presumption. That is my true ideal.

But yes, I suppose for my own edification I can provide an outline; but it seems comical to me to do so… as the person who’s deeply involved in this as well isn’t here. But ok. Here goes:

The bones of it are….

A man that adores me and shows me in a million little ways: through romantic gestures, thoughtfulness & loving touch. A man that knows me so well he can anticipate my own needs before I even can and shows me his love with every nuance of his being. A man that not only allows me to be myself entirely but gives me the space and support I need to be more, to reach further.

He would be a good communicator and emotionally open to me. He would always mean what he says and say what he means; even if I didn’t like it 100% of the time. He would plan nice things to do or take me to; new adventures. At the core it would lead into a family life together as I still have little munchkins to finish molding into adults.

Yet outside of that we would have this fantastic and wildly kinky sexual life where I could be allowed to play in the ways I like to play. Which would include at least:

Pegging, multiple orgasms, edging, BDSM, having their body be completely open and accessible to me at all times, tons of fun and loads of play with an ample amount of frivolity and of course while I want to lead the relationship and the sex; I also want to be topped. Because that sometimes feels very yummy, but I probably run a lot more vanilla than submissive.*

I obviously would want him to have his own financial stability. Be a man that knows how to take care of himself and has his life pretty set with really only needing me to make it spectacular.

I would ideally like a say in all aspects of his world and be completely let in to everything he does, everything he thinks, his deepest desires, his fears, his longings, his happiness, his dreams. I would like say in his wardrobe, his decisions. I want communication to know where he is, what he is doing and I also do so very much enjoy giving tasks. (This does NOT necessitate constant communication. Ask my ex husband. I never called him at work. Reality isn’t oblivious to me. Lol)

Chastity is something I would also like to hold. I would like to be in complete control of his release. When it happens. How it happens and negate him at my wish. The though tantalized me tremendously. My mouth is watering now even just writing about it.

I may be ever so tiny bit of a control freak. Lol. I can admit it…I’m ok with it, but at my core I am a charitable and loving person. The happiness of those I love is tantamount to my own happiness and without that there is nothing. So there is balance there…. I think.

That’s it really. I’m not sure how much of an outline this really is or how close it will be to reality. When the second half finally arrives to take his place. That’s all yet to be decided…. really…. isn’t it? I can leave a space open for that….. because if I’ve learned anything in life it’s that absolutely everything is subject to change…and I’m alright with that.

As long as at the base is deep respect, love like no other, trust, passion, deep understanding and awesome sex……. then really. I mean….what else can a girl ask for? A guy that truly loves her and has her needs and happiness at the forefront, before even his own. Well….any girl would be lucky to have that…and I’m happy to wait for it. 😉

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*I’ve been told I’m a terrible submissive; excruciatingly slow, bratty, defiant, horrendously stubborn and can’t follow protocols to save my life. lol. I don’t have a problem with any of that, because honestly I don’t care. It’s for my pleasure, soooo…. whatever. I’m not trying to be good at it.

Cuckholding

This is a confusing concept for me. I mean I understand how it works. I just don’t honestly know if I see myself there; but then again….I don’t want to rule it out.

It’s kind of like:

I’ve had my sights on a plain scoop of vanilla ice cream with all the yummy toppings; hot fudge, whipped cream, roasted chopped nuts and a bright red cherry on top…. and on my way to find this I am seeing all the other items available: gelato, custard, frozen yogurt, handspun flavors and combinations and well….umm. Isn’t it worth trying out? I mean I can always go back to my vanilla sundae. Right?

It’s just such an intriguing idea and well….it favors me. It is always done by my design. It is led by me. Run by my desires. I mean….what’s not to like about that? If I didn’t have such an incredible high sex drive I wouldn’t even contemplate it. I don’t think. But you are in the presence of a girl who’s sex drive is ridiculously high. I can go daily. Multiple times even……for hours. I am not joking or exaggerating here.

I honestly don’t really have to have that much sex though. Life goes on without it. I was denied sex in my ex-marriage for months at a time, even though he knew my sexual desires were high before we even got married. Sooo I know I can go without. I simply function better in all aspects of life and I am happiest when I am sexually satiated.

Satiety doesn’t have to be constant though. It’s much more emotional for me now than it used to be; so other things, displays, communication, play, etc. augment sex itself rather nicely.

I guess we shall see is all I’m saying here, because 6 months ago I never even knew this was a real lifestyle. I never knew this even existed and now I am being propositioned to try this as the base of a committed relationship. Mind blown! Honestly the first time I was approached about it I laughed out loud. I just couldn’t take it serious. I was like wtf. This really exists?

At first I just chopped it up to a funny fetish and maybe it still is that, but it also can be a very loving and intimate foundation….or so I am being led to believe. And I can play all I want to within this concept….including my man into the mix with me with no worries about jealousy or having to share him with other women. Hmmmmmm…..

This world will never cease to amaze me. Will it? Lol

I Get So Angered (bisexuality)

At the hypocrisy

The alienation brought about

The denial people are in

I’m not saying everyone is bisexual

I’m saying that the potential is there

I didn’t come up with this

Sigmund Freud* and many, MANY more believe this to be true

Personally

I just enjoy all aspects of sex so much

That I can’t see why we must deny ourselves pleasure**

Right now one of my biggest desires is watching two men fuck/make love IRL, in surround sound, with me in the mix

and of course getting multiple orgasms out of it….because ummm yea.

*not that I believe all his findings, but no one hits the mark 100% of the time.

**consent always of course and safety. Otherwise stay the fuck out of other people’s sex/love life. Right?

Anxiety and Meloncholy

I’m feeling so much anxiety right now and the deep need to tear it all apart. I don’t have the energy but I have the need to go for a run or even just a long walk in solitude and nature. I’m feeling like burning everything down again. The lies, the truth, the hard, the easy…all of it.

This life….this existence….is all so brutally meaningless. I mean yes…our actions here denote our next stage but…..beyond where our heart lies….the rest….the facades, the masks, the games, the falsities, those things we deem important which truly are not. The pain, the glory, the thrill, the fear….are all inconsequential. All completely irrelevant. I can see it so very clearly sometimes.

Sometimes that clarity brings me a deep sense of peace and other times like now it makes me want to rip it all off like a bandaid and show the raw layers beneath.

Burn it all down!!*

I can’t say it as eloquently as Vikash does here when he says:

And there is no need to believe in the truth for it is there, real; what we must believe in is a lie, because once we believe in it to be real, it starts to exist. And in the mean time the lie becomes real, it becomes a part of everything in this whole universe, it squeezes itself between and amongst things and events of which it was never really a part of. It starts to be the truth, a masked truth. And then the next step is to put no effort to believe it, because it is real, now. This is how you create something that never existed before, but now it’s a part of the past and has now the power to affect everything. Like the peel of the banana, lie is the shadow of truth.

And you are the lie. You are the creator.

He says this as a writer but it can be clearly extrapolated to encompass the facades we all carry around. The lies we all tell each other and ourselves.

At my core I am none of these things and yet I have to capacity to be all. We pick up who we are as we go along, like a rolling stone. We start with what we were given biologically, by heredity, familial, environmental, circumstantially and then augment to that from input from others and from our own desires and judgments.

Expectations, greed of money, power, desire for love and any small sense of belonging make us into beggars ever willing to exchange our wares and then sometimes to go as far as to sell, give away or kill our very souls. This madness is maddening and sometimes I can be brought to my knees in tears at the beauty this world so deeply encompasses and others I am smashed to the floor in its dire, tiresome, putrid futility.

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I can laugh about it. This too is absurd. There is no need for so much melodrama. The anxiety does funny things to me. Takes me to funny places sometimes. I didn’t say fun, I said funny. I stopped taking it all that serious though a long time ago. I’m fine. I’m not depressed. I’m not suicidal.

I’m just a speck in the wind of life…..and I’ll still say….I’m just happy to be here…right?

I mean….. really why not?

I’ve got no where else to be right this second.

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*and no not literally for anyone that doesn’t get hyperbole

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I mean we have gotten to a point on this planet where we can clone reality by manipulating light and time to create a transreality** and yet we can’t cure hunger or lack of good free healthcare or even just good clean water; let alone figure out how to just plain get along with each other.

War, war, war. Everywhere I seem to look. People pitted against people. In every day life I am so blessed to not feel it too much, but one can’t help but sense the deep fear and/or hatred we all seem to want to carry towards one another. We all seem to gravitate and pick up on it far too easily it seems. In my life I can find the good to anyone, no matter how hard I have to try and I know lurking inside most people is really a whole heck of a lot of good to begin with.

**a transfer of reality. Yes I like to invent my own words. But I didn’t invent the actuality of this is my head. It’s called “cloaking”. So yes an actual cloak that hides people completely has been invented by government contractors. I remember reading a redacted part of a document on a reputable online news editorial and to me it seems plausible, especially considering what they already claimed to have done to a basketball in the movie “What the bleep do we know?” Right?

Adoration vs Idolization

I don’t want to be idolized.

I want to be cherished.

I want to be adored.

Idolization is what most gay men tend to do to the women they “adore”*

They put them on this glass pedestal

Surrounded by all these expectations

And constant judgement to uphold that perfect ideal

It’s flattering for 5 seconds

Then it’s just a burden

I want to be pampered

I want to be thought of fondly

And doted on

And I’ve been lucky

That sometimes I inspire that in people

From lovers and friends to complete strangers even

And it feels so beautiful

And I am ever grateful

I truly don’t take it for granted

And while I do currently seek to be deeply worshipped by one man

I don’t expect that to come with stipulations

Or any if, but, when’s

I expect it to come unabashed

In full force

With no holds barred

With no restrictions

Unconditionally

And I can recognize that that’s not something that most people want asked of them

But then again…..

I don’t want to love just anyone**

Sooooo yea. Lol

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*horrible generalization; I know.

**in the sense of being in a relationship; because even though yes I really do try to “love” everyone; in the biblical sense…as much as I can. I mean…. come on…. let’s be realistic though….. there is a reason why the people that have honed this skill and gushed pure love for everyone have become immortalized; Buddha, Jesus, Joan of Arc, Mother Teresa, St Francis of Assisi….right? Because this really isn’t the easiest thing to do and then too there are probably hundreds and hundreds more….that have left a true mark on the world that have gone maybe mostly unnoted. I’d be happy to be one of those…assuming I even can be. I hold no aspirations for anything more. Nor do I want or need accolades, ribbons, trophy’s or awards. All I truly want is to leave the world an ever so little, itty-bit, tiny-bit better for my having been on it. Doesn’t seem too much to ask of myself. Does it?