When I was introduced to BDSM relationships, I realized they had existed probably for all of human history. Religion and Western Culture distort this and BDSM itself greatly, and if anything, an incredible hypocrisy is always present. Using codes and euphemisms, even denial can mask the fact that many people thrive within this often unrecognized subculture. For example, my wife had all the earmarks of a pleasure slave and was generally devoted and submissive to me. In times of marital friction, I often heard the words from a counselor, "She just wants you to love her." "Love her," I thought I was, and now I know without a doubt I need to be a Dominant, not some preconceived idea that we are to live as equals: we are not only one can be a Dom and one a sub at a time, but, it is perfectly fine if switching is desired at least now and then.
Sure, there are a lot of miles on me, but that means I have a great deal of experience, ladies. I see my host of regular mechanics (doctors) religiously take their prescriptions to keep a used-up old man more youthful than you might expect. I also had a great deal of time to consider many things in life as I cared for my late wife for eight years.
Life has few guarantees, but the odds are in my favor as my family genes regularly produced nonagenarians, and I have yet to become an octogenarian.
So quantum physics reports that plants use superposition when engaged in photosynthesis, and migratory birds use quantum physics to navigate when they migrate. I suspect it won't be long before it is discovered that humans determine their soul mate using quantum processes in our brains. Maybe even love at first sight?
I sure could use a soul mate at this point in my life. I even was hoping we are already entangled at the quantum level.
Young men need to prove themselves in some way. The traditional measure was prowess and the ability to care for their mate and family, if that was their aim. They should have at least a promise of a stable future.
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Older men, especially when they are retired, should be financially stable and have a record of keeping their commitments. If they are still fit enough to be active, that is a big plus for the possibility of acquiring a companion. I am in the second category.
I have studied lucid dreams in the past and have experienced some very interesting ones (I remember most of my dreams). I had a lucid dream last night, and this morning, scanning news articles, I was surprised to see a prominent story about lucid dreaming. For those who do not know about them:
Key Characteristics (AI) Conscious Awareness: You know you are dreaming while the dream is actively happening. Control and Manipulation: Many (though not all) lucid dreamers can exert control over their actions, the setting, or the dream narrative. Physiological State: Lucid dreams primarily occur during Rapid Eye Movement (REM) sleep. Scientists have validated this phenomenon in sleep labs, where participants signal their awareness through pre-determined eye movements while still asleep.
The CIA studied the phenomenon intensely.
My lucid dream involved a relationship with a woman (I never met her in life), I found her very attractive, and we were interacting in various common scenes: a room, a beach, a lunch, just like it was happening for real. Sadly, just as we seemed to be getting into a relationship, my cat decided to walk all over me and wake me. He brought me back to my mundane reality (I still love him and forgive him).
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Instead of offering links and literature, I will leave that up to you because the body of information is large and varied.
Why irony hits so hard Irony works because it exposes the gap between:
what we expect what reality delivers And that gap is where humor, frustration, or insight lives.
I have been affected by irony too often in my life. When things turn out well, that is great, but when things go wrong. I become perplexed and confused. I like to reflect on my early teenage years: I tried to imitate pop culture: Blue suede shoes, black leather jackets, playing guitar, and singing. Yet the amazing thing was? Every girl I liked didn't like me, and the girls I didn't like liked me. This situation didn't clear up until later, when I began performing regularly in New York City with a band I created. Like a child in a candy shop, I wound up causing problems out of ignorance. Eventually, I had normal experiences of marriage, divorce, children, and remarriage. My marriage to my late wife was more than forty years. Most of that time, I got by in life by making mostly the right assumptions and decisions. Here I am, old, still functioning well, living the life of a widower. Every day, I discover something about that situation and something about myself. The most significant self-revelation? Despite some faux claim, I wanted to be a hermit; I truly believe I am not meant to be alone, but I am.
I have a great deal of interests and experience to share, and I have softened my hard-line misanthropy; like a swimmer putting one toe in a cold lake, I want to swim with people and seek a compatible companion to share this phase of my life.
Quality sex is passionate, erotic, healthy, and even healing. I have always been the kind of guy to go back into the game even when I was injured. Yet in life, I discovered there was something even better than will power, mind over matter, and being tough: Sex
If I was not feeling right, had some annoying sore muscle, in order to overcome those, making sexual love for as long as possible sets those things completely in the background. The long-term lovers in my life all knew this and may even have experienced similar results.
Bottom line? Quality sex is the best medicine, and it is not just for young people.
I have learned that almost anything in this world is possible, but I ignore the things that upset me unless I can do something to make them better. Realistically, we can only affect what is in our path, but now down to the real point of this post.
I met a woman who told me she was a sub and very kinky. She only wanted brief encounters. I want more than that, and will only entertain a brief encounter as the equivalent of an interview or screening, not a sight-unseen candidate to be my sub. Yes, I have recovered from recent emotional challenges and chose to be a dom in my self-proclaimed style. Now.
I met woman X using a website intended for adults only. We exchanged messages, and we arrived at kink compatibility topics. I always treat women in my life with respect and only ask for the same in return, but we must be erotic and open and able to talk about our sexual preferences in detail. The conversations came to this: As mentioned, she was only looking for brief encounters, but she added one interesting detail:
To arouser her and make her pussy soaking wet all I would have to do is say, "Good girl."
Her eyes. Yes, watching a sexy woman walk catches my attention, but if she has compelling eyes that offer mystery and a promise of delight, I am all in - hook, line, and sinker.
