Intellectual Property

We were watching The Big Bang Theory the other day when Penny said something to Leonard that I could really relate to.  "You've ruined me for idiots."  He has most certainly ruined me for idiots.

We were recently discussing whether I would enter into a subsequent M/s relationship were something to happen to us.  He hoped I would, as I have been happy that way for years.  I said no.  For the same reason I never assimilated into the Gorean culture.  For the same reason I am anti-social.

I can't deal with stupid.  I have no patience for it.  And I tend to react to stupid people by being aggressive and cruel.

Goreans, particularly online ones, seem to interpret the underlying theme of the Gor philosophy as "I have a penis and am therefore superior."  I run into a problem with that.  Gorean nomenclature requires all slave females to refer to all males as "Master".  Rooted in the concept that men are more likely to be stronger and smarter,  Statistically speaking, I have a higher IQ than 99.94% of the population.  Male and female.  I have a higher than national average income.  I best most men intellectually, financially and often physically.  It narrows the pool of those I would be able to consider "Master" by a considerable amount.

Spoons and Donuts

The strangest people try to add me as friends on social networking sites.  The best ever was the psycho stalker ex with the annoying habit of trying to kill me.  (I don't mean that as hyperbole.  I mean knife to the throat, tried to hit me with a car.)  Ummm dude?  NOT friends.  Betty White on SNL made me think of it.  Betty White fucking rocks.  When she tells the police she hopes the gator eats their friends in Lake Placid?  Total classic.

So I went to fetish night last night,  Meh.  From a BDSM view point, its a fashion show.  From a clubbing point of view, its crap.  (Well until one of my friends let the DJ know we arrived and he started playing the "good stuff".  I love my friends.)  I love that there are guys still rocking the fully lifted look from Gary Oldman from Dracula top hat and glasses combo. 

Fortunately my best friend was there to chase the guy hounding me off.  He was NOT taking the "can't dance with you" hint.  Starting off by touching me is always getting off on a bad foot.  Not taking the hint when I turn around and walk away to go dance somewhere else, also not good.  Coming back AFTER being told I am owned property and won't be responding or interacting, that's just odd.

All in all it was entertaining.

I went for my run Saturday morning because I didn't get to Friday night.  Saturday is trash day in my neighborhood.  I see the strangest things when I run on trash days.  Like a small silver spoon.  Too small for a baby spoon.  To big for a dollhouse.  Wrong size for a measuring spoon.  But the best part is running past a box of Krispy Kreams and realizing the only run I would have been doing on a Saturday morning a year ago would be a donut run.

Antisocial Socialization

So I am getting dragged out to fetish night with my best friend for her birthday.

Is my lack of enthusiasm obvious?  A night clubbing and fetish night are two different things.  Dancing is fun.  Fetish night tends to bring with it an unique selection of dramas, though.  Which I keep out of by a) staying stone cold sober and b) being restricted (no play).  The later is fine with me, I have zero interest in anyone but the man I am with.  I am mono by nature and really happy.  The former kinda sucks though. 


But I can go.  I can dance as much as I want.  So in the end, its a night clubbing with shorter skirts, less comfortable shoes and no cocktails.