As I have checked the blogs that I read frequently, I have noted that a good many people are going to be in Los Vegas for the Shadow Lane Party (someday I'll be able to go, too). That means that there will probably be a lot less blogging than usual. Unfortunately, there doesn't appear to be any play time on the horizon for me. So my plan is to go back and read the old posts on new blogs I've just recently had a chance to read for the first time. That way, I'll have a sense of some of the history I've missed.
That's my project for whenever it's raining (like it is right now). My other holiday weekend project is moving five cubic yards of rose soil (Yankees, it's what would pass as fair quality topsoil up north. On the Texas Gulf Coast top soil is a bunch of clay cut with sand. When it gets wet, it turns into cement) which has to be done by Monday night. I just hope it stays sort of like Camelot this weekend-the rain may never fall 'til after sundown, because otherwise it's going to be a very wet weekend for me. I got almost a yard of it moved this afternoon after it was delivered. I suspect that I may not move very well in the morning.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Whores and English
On a number of blogs that I read, I see submissives/slaves referred to as whores and other derogatory terms by their doms/owners/Masters. (For the remainder of this post I will use the term Master to be all inclusive of these individuals.) I am having a lot of difficulty wrapping my head around this. The definition of a whore is a sexually promiscuous female who sells herself for money. If I am the exclusive "property" of a Master, then I am no longer in a position to "sell" my sexual services. Even if the Master chooses to have me engage with multiple sexual partners, because I am his, then I cannot be a whore because I am not selling myself. Any time a Master chooses to use seriously degrading, demeaning or disparaging names for his sub/slave, he is reflecting on himself and his own judgment in choosing what could be identified as poor "merchandise". And if the person is not sexually promiscuous, then many of the other calumnious names applied to the sub/slave do not really apply.
The most sadistic individual that I have ever met has never treated anyone (to the best of my knowledge) that he has beaten or otherwise "Mastered" with anything other than respect. Does that make me any less frightened to put myself in his hands? Absolutely not! But he recognizes that I have gifted him with the most precious thing I have to offer, myself. I've never asked him, but I suspect that he would feel that calling me an opprobrious name would detract from rather than enhance our relationship.
Don't get me wrong, there are times when "talking dirty" is a huge turn on. But calling me a "slut" does not primarily refer to what is occurring or what I behave like in a sexual context. Its primary meaning is slovenly and dirty. Maybe if I haven't bathed for a week or so.... At least referring to someone as a specific body part makes some sense.
The English language has an incredible number of words. If you want to put yourself down, Master, that's fine with me, I guess. But if you want to indicate my low status (if I were your sub/slave), then why not find a way to do it that doesn't reflect on yourself?
Or maybe there's something I'm just not understanding. I'm more than willing to listen to the explanation.
The most sadistic individual that I have ever met has never treated anyone (to the best of my knowledge) that he has beaten or otherwise "Mastered" with anything other than respect. Does that make me any less frightened to put myself in his hands? Absolutely not! But he recognizes that I have gifted him with the most precious thing I have to offer, myself. I've never asked him, but I suspect that he would feel that calling me an opprobrious name would detract from rather than enhance our relationship.
Don't get me wrong, there are times when "talking dirty" is a huge turn on. But calling me a "slut" does not primarily refer to what is occurring or what I behave like in a sexual context. Its primary meaning is slovenly and dirty. Maybe if I haven't bathed for a week or so.... At least referring to someone as a specific body part makes some sense.
The English language has an incredible number of words. If you want to put yourself down, Master, that's fine with me, I guess. But if you want to indicate my low status (if I were your sub/slave), then why not find a way to do it that doesn't reflect on yourself?
Or maybe there's something I'm just not understanding. I'm more than willing to listen to the explanation.
Friday, August 17, 2007
How Old Is Too Old?
I have an advantage that I shamelessly exploit. I do not look my chronological age; I do not act my age. Actually, according to Real Age I am more than ten years younger than what the calendar says. Friends and acquaintances who are significantly younger than I am frequently tell me that they can't do something because they are too old. Meanwhile, I not only am doing what they are too old to do, I am also doing more than they did even when they were younger.
However, I came to actual (as opposed to imaginary) spanking less than five years ago. The one thing that I've found is that my skin does not hold up to a spanking as well as it might have when I was a lot younger. I bruise more easily. I may even take longer to heal, though I really don't have an equivalent to compare.
I recently had an interesting discussion with a vanilla girlfriend who is about twenty-five years younger. She was worried that her interest in sex would disappear as she aged. I was able to reassure her that in my case there have been some changes in the parts of my sexuality that are interesting, but that, if anything, the lack of children around all the time has significantly improved things for me. And that I don't expect that to change anytime before I decide to finally depart this life.
Sometime last year, Swan of The Heron Clan wrote about the difficulty she was having with changes in her skin. Thinking about that and about the recent additions to my sexual repertoire such as spanking: How do we continue to have our needs met when our bodies can't take it at the levels they could when we were younger? Do I push now, to experience as much as I possibly can? Do I take things more slowly? How do I balance my desires with my safety?
In all honesty I have to admit that when I was recently around others who were younger but lots more experienced than I am with spanking and related activities, I didn't really want to let on just how inexperienced I really was. I guess some things never change.
The one answer I do know is that as long as I'm breathing I'm not too old.
However, I came to actual (as opposed to imaginary) spanking less than five years ago. The one thing that I've found is that my skin does not hold up to a spanking as well as it might have when I was a lot younger. I bruise more easily. I may even take longer to heal, though I really don't have an equivalent to compare.
I recently had an interesting discussion with a vanilla girlfriend who is about twenty-five years younger. She was worried that her interest in sex would disappear as she aged. I was able to reassure her that in my case there have been some changes in the parts of my sexuality that are interesting, but that, if anything, the lack of children around all the time has significantly improved things for me. And that I don't expect that to change anytime before I decide to finally depart this life.
Sometime last year, Swan of The Heron Clan wrote about the difficulty she was having with changes in her skin. Thinking about that and about the recent additions to my sexual repertoire such as spanking: How do we continue to have our needs met when our bodies can't take it at the levels they could when we were younger? Do I push now, to experience as much as I possibly can? Do I take things more slowly? How do I balance my desires with my safety?
In all honesty I have to admit that when I was recently around others who were younger but lots more experienced than I am with spanking and related activities, I didn't really want to let on just how inexperienced I really was. I guess some things never change.
The one answer I do know is that as long as I'm breathing I'm not too old.
Playing Hard to Get
I had hoped to post more frequently than I have; I have several posts partially completed. I cannot currently access them. My computer has been very ill; it is currently in slow recovery. I am in the process of recovering all the missing documents, pictures, music. I know they're there in a safe place on my C drive. I've seen them there. I've tried to bring them into the various places I access them, but they are playing hard to get. I may have to just break down and hold forever to get tech support instead of trying to do it with the written directions they sent me.
At least I know they're still there.
At least I know they're still there.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Seeing It!
I am a newcomer to blogging; I certainly understand the need for learning how to adapt or create templates for one’s blog as that is exactly where I am now.
However, given my understanding of the need to make a statement with the way a blog looks on the screen and the difficulty in learning exactly how to create new looks, I would still like to make a plea. If you are going to use black or dark blue as a background for your text, and if you want to use white or another extremely light color on that dark background, please be so kind as to use a larger size of print. For those of us with astigmatism, even with prescription computer glasses, the “normal” size print is difficult to read; it blurs. I don’t know why it’s the light on dark only and not the other way around, but it’s true. And I don’t want to change the print size on MY computer, because it works well for everything else I do.
So there’s my blustery rant for the month of July, even if I am a day late in posting it. I promise to average only one rant with bluster per month.
However, given my understanding of the need to make a statement with the way a blog looks on the screen and the difficulty in learning exactly how to create new looks, I would still like to make a plea. If you are going to use black or dark blue as a background for your text, and if you want to use white or another extremely light color on that dark background, please be so kind as to use a larger size of print. For those of us with astigmatism, even with prescription computer glasses, the “normal” size print is difficult to read; it blurs. I don’t know why it’s the light on dark only and not the other way around, but it’s true. And I don’t want to change the print size on MY computer, because it works well for everything else I do.
So there’s my blustery rant for the month of July, even if I am a day late in posting it. I promise to average only one rant with bluster per month.
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