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5 years ago. Tuesday, December 22, 2020 at 3:38 PM

(This will be a long read. Or maybe I just talk too much.)

A few days ago I met a server in a restaurant who I thought was very attractive, Like, verrrry attractive. In an admittedly shallow primate way, I momentarily wondered how she would look in a collar.
I didn't assume that she would be into that, and I certainly didn't ask. The most I could do was to wonder, but I definitely did NOT decide that she was less attractive merely because I had no way to know if she fit the collar in my imagination.
The entire affair got me thinking about...

Three Scenarios:

A. An insta-dom creeps into a blog and sees what he believes to be a potential mark sitting there reading.
He slips her a message which reads, "For no better reason than your identity, from this moment on you will address me only as 'Sir' and you will do everything I say, under penalty of punishment which I insist is properly Dom-ish!"
She responds by laughing at him, decides she has no interest in hearing anything else he has to say, blocks his next move, then moves on to read another blog.

B. A man walks into a blog and sees what he believes to be a familiar woman sitting there reading.
He says to her "Hello, I've seen you around here before and wanted to introduce myself. I assume nothing about you, nor demand anything from you. I would like for us to see what we might have in common. Let's talk a bit."
She responds "You seem nice, attractive even, and you did not automatically treat me like I was inferior. Since we only just met neither of us will expect the other to act in any stereotypical way. Yes, let's talk a bit."

Ok, now the final scenario:

C. Two people, a man (who, it turns out, is a Dom) and a woman (who, it turns out, is a sub) see each other in a blog sitting there reading. From a distance they can already sense that they have a slash in common. Ideally, neither would immediately assume that each is sure to pass easily through the other's "I like what I'm seeing. Without a doubt, after we get to know more..." filter. At that point who could know?
He says hello, they begin a conversation, exchange several pleasant words between them, and eventually decide to indeed talk a bit more, somewhere nearby where it is a little quieter.

A few days go by, some casual chatting, they have so far treated each other respectfully, and have not assumed that their newfound friendship is heading anywhere near an increasingly dynamic relationship.

- Or at least he didn't. The man/Dom recognized that only an piece of shit would make broad assumptions about how the whole thing should ultimately look. Yet, in retrospect, it seems that somehow the woman who laughed at the wanna-dom in the first scenario decided that this genuinely decent guy just didn't resemble the type of Dom that she wanted.

Uh, wait, hang on a sec. Couple questions here:

* After only a few days? Of casually chatting?
* At what point did she sign him up to audition for a lead role in her life - which according to her he already didn't pass?
* Why was she anticipating certain characteristic Dom traits from him - which he had no reason or obligation to demonstrate to her?
* What are the criteria for determining whether or not a brand new acquaintance will translate in any way to a future partner - Dom or sub - if it is never even part of the conversation?
* Is expecting him to perform in a stereotypical manner simply because of his identity really so far removed from scenario A - but in reverse?
* Was it secretly decided that an insta-dom was unquestionably an asshole - but an insta-sub was acceptable?

If we don't like each other as people, oh well.
If we don't like each other in a dynamic, oh well.
But we should never stampede to the conclusion that one's public face will exactly echo what their inner voice sounds like.

(By the way, a different server, collar or no, might not have recommended the fajitas. Good thing I made no such false assumptions about her - because the food was delicious!)

5 years ago. Monday, December 21, 2020 at 2:12 AM

Not everyone remembers their dreams.

Researchers say that most people dream 3-5 times every night. They go on to say that the average person (whatever that means) remembers about 50% of their dreams, 95% of which are already forgotten by the time the dreaming person has gotten out of bed and set their mind on other matters. And they define nightmares as not necessarily scary or sad like in the movies, rather anything that wakes you up from a sound sleep.

I wouldn't know. As far as I recall I've never had a movie nightmare.

Both psychologists and sleep scientists are divided as to whether or not dreams "mean" anything. Even sex dreams can be about lots of things: intimacy, a desire to be desired, unresolved emotions, plain ol' fucking, and many other things. Including, not surprisingly, power exchange.

Those same experts are never too far away from prominently placed frames containing bright white paper covered in proud, swirling calligraphy which, roughly translated means:
"To whom it may concern - I know more about this shit than you do."
I'm sure they do. Still, I tend to find myself somewhere in the middle of the argument. Some dreams may mean nothing specific - but the repeating ones might.

I think this because of all the vivid Dom dreams that I've had repeatedly over the past couple years. And there have been a lot of them.
I am certain that I'm not unique in this, I suspect that every side of every slash has them, or ones like them.
In my case, they don't wake me, are generally very satisfying, they are not themselves sources of any frustration.
Nonetheless, they linger and so they are bothersome when I am awake.

They go something like this...

I'm surrounded by subs. No one in particular, no recognizable faces, random in every respect. Nothing to distinguish any one from any other except that they all meet the criteria of being subs/slaves, and being mine.
Then ensues a scene in which I become Super Dom! and proceed to act out of all the dominant, sadistic, degrading, fun kinky things that are me.

Everyone limps away completely exhausted, and entirely satisfied. 

The thing is, for the past couple years I have not had anyone with whom I could do those things in "real life." And this year I've been stuck inside the house most of the time anyway. I think that's why I still keep having those dreams. I did have an LDR much of this year with an absolutely, perfectly wonderful woman who suggested I find a local sub to help satisfy those unfulfilled urges. (I declined. It was a little off-putting because I had not yet begun to explore poly.) Since then I've made more good friends here, and I've met subs with compatible interests. I've even played a bit. None of which stopped the damn dreams.

And I think those dreams do in fact mean something. They could easily be explained by any of the aforementioned interpretations; power exchange and plain ol' fucking would certainly make sense. Ultimately though, I think I really just need to let the Dom out. Then maybe the dreams will happen less frequently.

The problem is that I can't right now.
And it is fucking frustrating!

5 years ago. Monday, December 14, 2020 at 11:29 AM

Do you ever feel, y'know, not so funny?

Me too.
That's why I drink coffee
It's hot and has natural ingredients, like fresh ground beans and caffeine.
I trust coffee to make me feel more awake and funny again.

(Can I get anyone else a cup?)

5 years ago. Wednesday, December 9, 2020 at 8:20 AM

The question of the presence and disappearance of giant prehistoric reptiles is not a matter of geology or archeology, but of philosophy.

Consider:

If a dinosaur says RAWWWWRR! in a box and there is no one there to observe it, has it been vicariously compelled by an existential dilemma not of it's own making?

- Or did it ever actually exist the first place?

 

Can someone get back to me about this, please?

5 years ago. Monday, December 7, 2020 at 10:02 AM

Either space aliens don't exist or they are very good hiders of things. Have you ever heard of a proctologist getting better reception by inadvertently realigning a satellite dish during one of them routine finger procedures?

No. Neither has anyone else. But imagine...

If, while on a flying saucer joyride, a group of creatures with superior intelligence happened upon our brave blue world. They would almost certainly leap at the opportunity to make first contact. What self-respecting space-faring creature wouldn't? The obvious first step would be to google the home address of a true believer, wait until after dark, land in their backyard, mysteriously sneak in through a closed and locked window, and immediately set about rummaging around in that person's butthole.

Maybe leave a token of friendship in there.

Then the little green guys would casually exit through the same window (now mysteriously re-closed and re-locked) board their craft and wait there for the thoroughly cavity-examined human to wake up - then they'd blast off, leaving the probee just enough time to see a strange light streaking through the night sky above his home.

Oh, space aliens do love their little jokes.

Somehow the entire experience would end up as a grainy video on the youtube channel of an amateur conspiracy theorist who just happened to be in an open field; who luckily captured the entire affair using an obsolete hand-held VHS recorder with just the right shitty quality video tape, pointed at just the right spot in the sky, at just the right moment. Thereby proving without a doubt the existence of semi-intelligent life in the universe.

And who, according to his envious followers, also happens to be the only human to whom that exact thing has happened at least a dozen times before - which is how he and the rest of his fellow true believers know that it really, really, actually took place.

And also because of all the odd "tokens of friendship" that keep turning up in his butthole.

Conveniently, it also gives the rest of us something to read while we're just standing there in line waiting for the only open register at walmart.


So win-win-win.

5 years ago. Saturday, December 5, 2020 at 2:23 AM

Ok ok ok.

I think this was the original challenge. 

https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?postid=45754&blog_id=59572

I was able to avoid the whole thing - oops, what I mean is I was unfortunately unable to participate! - because I couldn't post a pic here.

SOMEONE has made it so I can't avoid it anymore.

But now I am able to jump right in and submerge myself in all the fun.

I even decided not to shave all the way so you can see my cool gray faceness.

(Disclaimer: I hate selfies, I'm no good at them, so be kind. Hahaha!)

And... here we go.

 

I only have 2 white shirts. Lets see...

And I actually have a fucking tie! I would have bet real money that I didn't but here it is:

(I'm actually wearing a "geez, a fucking tie selfie. Look who I've become. I don't recognize myself anymore." smile in that pic but you don't get to see it!)

Finally, one of me yelling at the camera "No, no, wait, I'm not ready!"

And that's it. Luckily for me it wasn't a traumatic experience.

(Did I win the challenge?)

?

 

5 years ago. Friday, December 4, 2020 at 11:39 AM

I've been a member here for over a year. During that time I've checked in every day, usually more than once. I've met some great people, made some close friends, and read countless profiles.

Some of those profiles were of members I would have liked to meet, but unfortunately, in many cases both of us were not premium members so I was unable.

Ok, simple solution. Become a premium member. How much easier could it be?

Here's why I have hesitated to do so. The methods of paying for it make me kind of uncomfortable (am I allowed to say that?) Many, many members do not have that issue, or have overcome it, so it seems that my discomfort is not warranted.

Still...

I would do it. I like it here. I really want to meet some more people. Perhaps especially those who "loved" my profile. After all - what else might we love about each other?

So. Would anyone care to reassure me that my reticence is unfounded?

5 years ago. Thursday, December 3, 2020 at 4:39 AM

"If everyone around you is laughing, and you're not laughing, perhaps you are not morally superior - perhaps you're just a miserable shit."

- Craig Ferguson

5 years ago. Wednesday, December 2, 2020 at 8:33 AM

It was a simple misunderstanding.
That's the problem - it was simple. And it shouldn't have been.

Unfortunately it is far too easy to say "You are just like all the Doms (or subs or Daddies or littles or whatever) that I have ever met. You're all the same."

No, I'm not. None of us is.

But the same type of crap has happened so often with so many people so many times before. We start to see it everywhere even when it isn't there, because we start looking for it, because we want to get ahead of it before it happens. And that makes sense - in theory.

But in practice it just shouldn't be so easy to come to that conclusion. It is true that there are some assholes - admittedly more so among us Doms - that pull the same bullshit because they are too inexperienced to know that its not done that way. The insta-doms or wanna-doms or whatever we call them. But FUCK! we are not all like that.

I may be an complete asshole. I may be a predictable piece of shit. But if you are going to judge me then judge ME! I don't want to be automatically dismissed just because I remind you of that other guy.

Because I'm not that other guy!

5 years ago. Monday, November 30, 2020 at 11:16 PM

This past August I happened across something here and as a result wrote a post called "Old Play." It went something like this:

"When you see the profile of someone you were involved with a long time ago and it indicates that she is now owned.
You wonder "When did all this happen?"
And you hope that she's happy."

Very recently a similar thing happened. That same person "loved" something I had written so I was prompted to look at her profile where I saw that her status had again changed in the intervening months.

Then came Thanksgiving. As I sometimes do at the appropriate times of the year I sent out a group message to all of the people in my contacts who I had, at one time or other, designated as a VIP or Favorite or some such.
As it turned out she was still on that list, something I hadn't checked first, so she received that message as well. Of course she responded with the same holiday wishes.

Other than those occasions we haven't communicated in about a year. Now, due to looking again at her profile, along with the inadvertent Thanksgiving message, I have thought about her more than I have since this same holiday last year.

I am compelled to add a revised version of my original post from this past August:

"When you see the profile of someone you were involved with a long time ago and it indicates that she is no longer owned.
You wonder "When/Why did all this happen?"
And you hope that she's happy."