Thursday, April 28, 2011

Bound for good

So after all these years of common law living, we are getting legally hitched.  Although the original reasons were pragmatic, I find myself going all girlie.  Not bridezilla or anything. I wouldn't get away with that.  But happy.   Bouncy.  Master finds out amusing. 


The day to day won't change. But its one more way to put his name on me, and a kind of "his" that is internationally recognized.  In a world where slave has no meaning to others, wife is a concept anyone understands.


Now to find a chapel that will accommodate "obey" in my side of the vows. 


In Vegas.  With Elvis. 


If it was traditional, it wouldn't be us.  And we have both been married before. Too young to the wrong people.  One thing I've learned since then?  Its the marriage, not the wedding, that matters.


Plus, hes gonna let me wear a mickey mouse ears veil.  


Friday, April 22, 2011

Gorean Rapists

This really is turning into a "See, Goreans are idiots!" blog, huh?

So... John Joseph Hauff, Jr.  http://www.king5.com/news/local/Victims-of-Tacoma-torture-suspect-asked-to-come-forward-120320839.html He's Gorean.  At least, that's what he told the prostitute he kidnapped and tortured. http://www.king5.com/news/local/Victims-of-Tacoma-torture-suspect-asked-to-come-forward-120320839.html

This is precisely what I mean when I say telling inferior men that they are inherently superior is  BAD idea. Because the extra stupid useless ones buy into it a little too well.

And now, the "Gorean community" will close ranks and claim this guy isn't REALLY Gorean.

The problem is... by their own standards... he is.

The very same community that would be the first folks to step up and declare his right to do as he pleases within the circle of his own sword (or his creepy basement torture room, as the case may be) will now be backpeddling at the speed of light to distance themselves because he is an embarrassment. 

Welcome to my world, kids.  I just found it easier to dismiss the entire distorted community as a whole, then pretend that it wasn't made up primarily of dregs no different that this Hauff guy.  You were already an embarrassment.

Face it, Goreans, your rather lax "it claims to have a penis, lets tell it its in charge" approach has turned your "community" into a safe refuge for psychos, losers and total drooling idiots.

Gor is the crackhouse of BDSM communities now.  Deny it all ya like, your Hauff has come home to roost.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Monday, We Meet Again

Dear News Agencies:


Stop trying to surprise me. If I want suspense, I will watch a mystery.  Just give me the facts and stop trying to make a game out of it.


Friday, April 8, 2011

Republican Election Fraud

The Ed Schultz Show : News


Republican election fraud: not just for Presidents anymore.


1. Lose

2. Next day, have an election official from your party, who used to work for you, announce she made a "mistake" and "found" votes that give you the election.

I'm not normally a conspiracy person, but this sounds like a South Park plot.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Further Musings on the Inherent Failure of the Gorean Community

I do not mean to turn this into a "Gorean Fail Blog", however, it happens with such frequency that it is likely to pop up on occasion.

I was recently a party to a discussion regarding protocol and Gor on a BDSM website, in a discussion group that is NOT Gorean by nature.  The content of the converstaion was not sufficiently interesting to repost here.  Pretty standard.  However, it should be noted that, while Gorean protocol may have been the discussion topic, not being a Gorean forum Gorean protocol was not applicable.

Inevitably, it seems, the response of a male Gorean to my disagreement was to refer to me as "girl".

Now, as this is not a Gorean forum, the use of "girl" in reference to a woman you do not know implies a level of either intimacy or camaraderie which was clearly NOT appropriate under the circumstances - or is used as a pejorative.

This set off the "Oh, this person is an idiot" alarm.  I will explain.

It was clear that the person using the phrase intended it to be a pejorative.  It would be readily apparent to any person possessing the observational and analytical skills of someone with a average to slightly below average level of intelligence, from my combined previous statements, that I would not view my gender identification as a negative.  I am female.  I am also right handed.  And tall.  Oh, and of legal age ("girl" is technically inaccurate, I am female, or a woman, but not a female child.)  These are all readily observable, clearly stated facts even the simplest person can figure out quickly and easily.

For some reason, the simplest of people do seem to view the statement of readily observable facts (like a person being female) is somehow an insult.  I assume it is because those of sub-par intellect are simply intellectually incapable of better.   This is pitiable.

I am female.  Attempting to utilize that as an insult, against someone who is clearly not of the mentality that it is inherently inferior to be one gender or the other, is evident of a below average thinking process. An underlying inability to think creatively.

The Gorean dogma, the script, calls for use of the word "girl" as an insult.  Those of inferior intellect are incapable of thinking off script.  This is often most obvious when they are upset.  Anger follows a possible threat to the carefully sculpted reality, and anger clouds thought.

If you aren't particularly skilled at thought in the first place... this is the inevitable result. 



This leads me to the conclusion that it is more likely than not that the person making the statement lacked those elementary observational and analytical skills and was likely below average in intelligence.  (It did note that the woman he was endeavoring to "rescue" from me asking her a question seems to be of considerably higher intellect class than her guardian.  I find the surrendering of power to one's intellectual inferiors an interesting phenomenon, and may want to remember that as a concept to explore further in the future.) 

Now the core concepts of the natural slave start with Aristotle.  An undeniable genius.  The Gorean novels, written by Lange (a person one might assume to be of above average intelligence at the least), filter the core concepts of Aristotle into pulp fiction, consumed by the masses.

The Gorean lifestyle itself, serving as a safe haven for those of lower intellect to have a position of power (discussed in a previous post) now allows those of low intellect to filter that concept even further.  Now, however, the filter is grossly flawed.

It is impossible for the Gorean philosophy to survive that sort of inferior filter in tact.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Pro-Life Crazies Interfere with my Chicken

I have been injured by a patent  leather 5 inch heeled knee high boot. And it wasn't even a little fun.  I should have shoved then a bit further under the bed after Peter Murphy. 

I suffer so for fashion. Particularly when I step on it.

I find it strange that my phone suggests a certain very offensive racial slur as a spelling possibility, but doesn't recognize the word puke.  (I have kids, the subject comes up.)

I find my politics narrowing my fast food chicken choices. (I don't give my money to anti-choice or homophobic establishments whenever possible.)  So no Chick Fillet. Now Dominos does chicken.  I have to wonder if the hormones on chicken turn people into clinic bombing Christian maniacs or If crazies just like chicken. Which came first, the chicken or the nut?

On the subject of religion, why do people tell me to fake religion?  Very often, when I inform someone I am an atheist, I am told I should say I am an agnostic.  I am not an agnostic.  I am not afraid that I should hedge my bets by faking a vague belief in the supernatural.  I am relatively certain that if there is some form of omniscient being or beings, they would be aware I was faking it.  I am hoping that if there is some supernatural world, my not being an antitheist will suffice.  However, I don' t see where lying would be better.  People want me to say it to make them more comfortable.  Its a strange social phenomenon.  They also tend to demand that I state that it is possible that there is a god.  It is possible that there is an easter bunny.  However, I find the possibility so incredibly remote that I don't really feel the need to state it. 

Monday, April 4, 2011

Good Girl

I love when I make his toes curl. That little pat on the head "you're so good at that, best I've ever had" moment. It's my smiling happy thought the whole day through.

Yesterday was fun. Went out with him and our friend E for arabian ay a new place. E rocks cause hes always up to try a new restaurant. And cause he rocks in general.

I work in a professional building. On the second floor. The bathrooms require a key.

So why the hell are there feathers all over the floor? It looks like someone shot a chicken I'm there.

Which, of course, makes me think of this horrid porno I saw in a hotel room a long time ago. The chick just rubbing a feather boa all over herself and kept repeating "feathers" in the creepiest fake sexy voice ever. If you have an obscure fetish, you get the last chicken in the shop if porn I guess. You would think the harder to find would pay better so attract higher quality.

What would I know though? I'm strictly amateur and strictly his. You dont get much more specialized than that.
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Sunday, April 3, 2011

Hookah Dreams and the Needle

So he got a new hookah.  It takes care of the whole tobacco craving issue AND the whole always wanting a nice hookah issue with one shot.  It so smooth.  He got double apple and cheery tobaccos.  Next experiment will be boiling up some cinnamon sticks, allspice and nutmeg, strain and use that water with the double apple tobacco. I have to figure out what I can do to infuse an essence of chocolate or vanilla to try with the cherry tobacco.  Though actually the other mix will work just as well for either an apple or cherry pie taste.

And no calories.

So my best friend and I went to get tattoos yesterday.  Well, technically, I went to get one, since she just got a new one on her neck the day before.  But I talked her into 2 more while we were there.  I finally have my daughter's zodiac on my left ankle to match her brother's zodiac on the right.  I picked a design by the same artist that had done the base of the one for my son, but I didn't alter this design.

I love sitting for a tattoo.  I know people think its painful.  I guess it is, but being a painslut, I don't really process it that way.  Its all endorphins that end in artwork and wonderful.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Paint By Numbers Slave Girl and Still Getting Laid

Today is a new tattoo day.  He likes chicks with tattoos, so I get to have them.  Other kid's sign, other ankle.  Which I guess means no ankle restraints for a bit.  Oh no... he will have to hang me off the door today instead.  I hate that helpless feeling of having my hands over my head unable to cover myself, like some side of meat.

Hate it in the "oh no don't throw me in that briar patch" kind of I really like it sort of way.  For some reason, the feeling of arms over my head is just that much more intense when I am standing up at the time. Perhaps because when laying down, whichever side is resting on the bed/table/floor is protected somehow, whereas when hanging up, reaching the other side or even just a simple flip is so easy.

My next tattoo after this one is his name on my ass, but that has to wait for my birthday.  Pout. There would be more pouting if my birthday weren't in 2 weeks.

Hey wait a sec... on my ass.  No spankings/paddlings for a bit after that.  I should mention to him we should get all that in before... wouldn't want them to miss a spot because they mistake bruises for ink. 

Then comes the challenge of maintaining a career acceptable level of tattoos.

Pretty soon, we will hit 7 years together.  I was thinking how important sexual compatibility is today.  We are extremely compatible in that department.  We have both been in situations with incompatible partners before. I spent a year celibate in a marriage with a man who to this day thinks I am frigid.  Yep, the kinky nympho kind of frigid?  Foreplay and skill... does wonders for that.  He has been with women so boring he would actually just stop after awhile, without cumming, and go do something else more interesting - like laundry.

We don't have that problem. 

We still go at it like rabbits.

Rabbits aren't really aggressive enough to be the right animal to accurately describe our sex life.

We still go at it like wolverines.


I have a magic wolverine cunt.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Dear Asshats:

An open letter to the legion of morons self diagnosing their own mental illnesses on the internet, then claiming to suffer from said disorder as an excuse to be immature, stupid, annoying, selfish or any number if irritating things - KNOCK IT OFF! No one believes you. If anyone but a licensed doctor, including yourself, decides you have a "disorder", including bi-polar, oppositional defiance, etc., what you have is "full of shit lying childish asshole syndrome".

The cure? Stop being an asshole and cultivate something genuine about yourself people can find interesting. If make believe medical conditions are the best you can do, please die. Now. The planet needs the resources for people who aren't totally worthless.

If the only thing"interesting" about you is made up, you are worthless to the human race.
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