Saturday, November 26, 2011

being thankful



i dont think i truly take the time most days to really think about why im thankful and what im thankful for.  this past week, was the first thanksgiving that i truly felt at ease since my divorce.  i was finally able to enjoy myself and my family without remembering that my kids are a part of a divorced home, that my family was "changed" since my separation almost 5 years ago.

so while i am thankful for many things, i am going to take a few minutes to talk about being thankful for life changes.  i can say i am thankful for my divorce.  without the divorce i would never have gotten to know the woman that i call my partner, bestfriend, lover, confidante, and one day i will call my wife.  she is an amazing mom to my boys and she loves unconditionally.

i am thankful that i came across the world of BDSM.  while its brought me many tears, i've never felt so free in my life.  free to be who i am and free to enjoy being the one not in control.  it makes me smile to know that i can trust someone enough to allow myself and my pleasure to be in their hands.  the feeling makes me so nervous yet free at the same time.  they are feelings that i truly treasure.

i am thankful to have such a wonderful career, such wonderful kids, and such a great support system.  without all of these things i dont think i would have gotten through the difficult times that i have over the course of the last few years.  i've become such a different person than i was only 5 years ago.  i've become more relaxed, i've learned to laugh again, i've started to learn patience, and i've had to reconfigure my needs and priorities.

this is my favorite time of year, i couldnt ask for more... :)

Sunday, November 20, 2011

jealousy...


in a perfect world jealousy wouldnt exist.  it is an emotion that to me is senseless.  it just causes stress, and anxiety.  it can make you physically sick and cause you to spiral into thoughts of "am i worth it."  

"I have come to learn that this instinctive emotion is merely trying to protect our ego, by burying our inadequacies and insecurities. Our mind is at work protecting us in the comforts of our little cocoon shell. But to what benefit does it serve?"

my jealousy issues stem from my feelings of being replaced, of being not important, being pushed aside, belittled, or not being good enough, not being pretty enough, and not meeting expectations.  in the world of public play, they also have to do with the fact that i believe that everyone's body is more attractive than mine and they all look so much better than i do scantily clothed (or nude).  

last night, a play partner of mine was at the playhouse and was there playing with someone else.  i knew in advance, so that helped.  this was good for me to experience, however difficult it was.  i couldn't watch the whole thing, as a matter of fact i would watch and then divert my attention elsewhere, leave the room or retreat into my own mind to escape.  it truly helps that people play all over the place and there are plenty of areas to look and pay attention.  it helps ground me that i didn't have to watch their whole scene.  

i couldn't really "deal" with it while i was there, had to keep my "game" face on... but i have dealt with it since then.  reflecting on why i felt the way i did and moving past those emotions are necessary for me in order to continue in this lifestyle in the fashion that i am, and to keep the friendship with this man whom i care for... more than he'll ever know.  you cannot expect people to change their behavior, so you have to either cut them loose or change your own.  so i made my decision to change mine.  

i have to stop comparing myself to other people.  realizing that i'm an individual and that people like me for who i am, and they aren't comparing me to anyone else needs to be one of the first things i deal with.  i have a lot of self image issues.  one of the main hurdles i hope that this lifestyle helps me face, confront and get past.  i need to see the benefits of uniqueness and stop focusing on what "she" has that "i" don't.  comparing yourself to others is more detrimental than you can imagine.  you are here for a reason, and people care about you, for all of the traits that make you who you are.  its mentally getting to the point of accepting that and reveling in it that's difficult.  it will take some time, but i'll get there, i'll learn to love my own body, and all of its imperfections and i'll turn that into something positive and one day the jealousy bug wont bite so hard.  :)

Enigma.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

asked to write a paper on Gorean Culture... So... i place it here for review.





History of Gor
Gor originated through a series of books created by John Norman (Wikipedia, 2011).  These books combined erotica, philosophy and science fiction and have a clearly delineated set of customs and rituals, which their inhabitants utilize in daily life.  The books about the planet Gor center around an alternate universe, which is similar to Earth, but with a lower center of gravity.  This planet was populated by  Gorean leaders who came to Earth to collect individuals who were fitting to their society.  Many of these individuals mimicked those of Native American, Viking and roman lineage.  This alternate planet has a lower atmospheric pressure and lower center of gravity, hence allowing winged flying creatures to be a part of this society.  Many of the leaders have “insect” like physical qualities, and rule their world in a dictatorship way.  Tall buildings are connected by bridges and the cities themselves run parallel to what we would call the pacific seaboard.  The term “Gor” means “Home Stone,” and this is a key aspect, which is central to all of the books, the characters and the lifestyle within the villages. 
Many of the books center on sexual and military like adventures.  There are several races of people on the planet Gor.  The insect like rulers, Priest Kings, the predatory group called the Kurii, and abducted humans.  In many of the books, the flora and fauna of the planets are detailed as well as are the reasons for the formation of this civilization.  On this planet, there are great technologies which run abound, but most of the lives of those on the planet are lived according to ancient roman times.  While they have many advances greater to that of the Earth, they still remain strong in their historical context. 
Philosophical Ideals
            The common place teachings of the books are central to the theme of casting off societal norms and living a life more so which is congruent with one’s environment.  Being respectful, embracing sexual differences, and role within society are key aspects which are addressed in these books (Wolfcat, 2006).  The idea that generally females are smaller, less dominant and more nurturing run through the stories.  But the series also reflects on the idea that while these are generalities, there are exceptions.  And many women who were born to lead and men who were born to follow, so in these circumstances head of household changes.  The series focuses on following your own path and being proud of who you are as well as living up to what you are supposed to be, rather than following societal norms and requirements.  (i.e., while females are generally submissive, this isnt always the case and one should follow their natural path.)  The books focus on individuals finding inner peace with who they are.
            Honor is a key theme in Gorean ideals.  Honor within yourself, for your family and your society are necessary in Gorean lifestyle.  Belief in natural order of things is another big philosophical ideal.  Respect for the environment, and respect for hierarchy are also large aspects of the philosophy.  The lifestyle also incorporates the ideas of free relationship institutions as well as those of slavery.  Interactions within society should respect these roles and in turn they should be upheld as a sign of respect.  
Gorean Slavery
            Slavery (kajira) is an integral part of Gorean lifestyle.  While not mandatory, it is a central feature and one for which Goreans are known for.  While many individuals look at the “fun” aspects of Gorean slavery such as being forced to have orgasms, going without panties, wearing a gag during play, they seem to forget that while these sexual acts generally are a part of the lifestyle the slaves in Gorean culture also work themselves from the bottom up.  Scrubbing floors, cleaning, forced to go without speaking or whatever the master decides.  Gorean slaves are meant to serve not just the master, but all those in the hierarchy above them.  If a master sees fit to loan out their slave, they are free to do so and the slave has no say in the matter. 
            There are no contracts in Gorean slavery.  Rather the final collaring of the slave consummates the agreement and this seals the oath of the slave to the master.  The slave can request to be released of her collar but if the master says no then the slave must stay and continue to serve.  This being said, a slave must feel nurtured to continue to serve the master in the ways that they desire.  Education, support, emotional and physical attention are necessary for a slave to continue to function fully and in full capacity.  Slave tasks may include not only sexual slavery, but also the ability to maintain a household, possess artistic skills, wear an appealing outfit and address the master in certain manner. Gorean slave women are branded, which means they are marked with certain signs burned into the flesh on being enslaved. To mark a slave as a particular owner's property, a collar with the owner's name is placed upon the slave
            There are slave positions which slaves in the lifestyle must understand and know how to complete at the moments notice.  For many these can be pleasurable, for presentation, or for punishment.  Eyes cast downward typically accompanies each of these slave positions.  A breakdown of many of the positions are liked here http://www.angelfire.com/journal2/positions/.  These positions can cause a number of physical reactions in the slave.  They cause diffuse introspection and causes the slave to reflect on how they feel and how they are perceived by the master. 
BDSM and Gor – Comparisons
            Safe, sane and consensual. They are the watchwords of BDSM. Gor doesn't follow those rules. In Gor, they do want to be physically and mentally safe...being sane is probably a good thing...[grins]...and the slavery we practice is consensual, up to a point. There are no safe words, there are no days they do this and days they don't. It may not be something they do in front of children, but some do. Gor operates on Honor and Trust. The slave must trust her Master enough to give herself into his hands. Trust that he will care for her life and well being as long as she is pleasing to him. A Gorean Master takes the responsibility for his slave in what she does, how she acts, what she wears, what she learns; responsibility for all parts of her as well as her well being and health. A true master does not willingly damage something valuable to him. Like anywhere else, there are pretenders, abusers, and people trying to do something they really are unfit to do. Goreans would say that a man must master himself before he can master a slave. The good Masters do not need to prove themselves to anyone because they have already proved what they are to themselves.
The other big difference is that BDSM seems to be about sex, that a lot of their activities revolve around pleasure and control.  Gorean slavery is about service of a slave to her Master and the pleasing of him. Sex is there but it is not the most important thing. A Gorean slave is not only free to explore and reveal her sexuality, she is required to do so. She is not allowed to withhold any part of her from her Master. Most Goreans do not seem to do much BDSM play. There may be a bit of bondage or things (besides collars) which could be called fetish wear, but they are not central to being Gorean. A Gorean Master does not whip a slave for her erotic enjoyment, or his, but to punish her. To make her understand that she was displeasing in her actions or attitudes and that she needs to change what he found displeasing.
It is hard, though not impossible to do BDSM by yourself. A man or a woman can be Gorean without owning a slave. Being Gorean is an attitude and a way of life, not something you do in the bedroom or when you put on special clothes and go to a play party somewhere. It does not turn on or turn off when convenient.  Gor just is. 
Some people involved in BDSM use Gor to spice up their play at times, sometimes Gorean use BDSM to spice up their sex. However, if a slave's hands are bound behind her back, for example, it is because the master does not want her to use her hands at that point in time. Or it could be as punishment for doing something with them that she was not supposed to do. It could also be for training purposes. Many different reasons, but her sexual enjoyment of being bound is likely to be very low on or totally off of the list of reasons.

Individuals who practice Gor all the time need to remember that they live on Earth, not Gor.  They live within the confines and legalities of our society. They do what we can to recreate parts of the Gorean philosophies and Master/slave system, but more importantly for men; they look to the books as a guide to our behavior and existence as men. It has been said that a man can be Gorean and never own a slave. A free woman can be Gorean and never be a slave. A slave can be Gorean only while she is a slave to a Gorean Master.
Telling the difference between those who might properly be called Gorean and those who only play or pretend to be Gorean can be hard at times. It is not easy to tell in all cases.   It takes much practice on the behalves of those who live the lifestyle.  While Gorean culture is very seriously ventured into by persons who identify with the culture, it isn’t for everyone.  Rather, many choose to incorporate pieces of both BDSM and Gor lifestyles into their practices.  Its all about what works for the individual and incorporating the pieces that are important while remaining safe and consentual.  

Saturday, November 12, 2011

feeling better...



you know that they do say that time heals all wounds... but i wonder, is it time that truly does this or is it just us, moving on, the wounds closing, being adults and saying "fuck it" i cant keep this shit up, i need to let it go.  for some of us its a moment in time that makes us see that we've been brooding/obsessing over something that truly in the grand scheme of things is inconsequential.  for some people its a miracle, an act of kindness, a word from a friend, an email, a piece of information that changes everything... 


a friend read my last blog and emailed me her thoughts regarding my issues/ideas.  this was totally a surprise as while she may read postings, watch all my sordid and tormented details on fetlife and from afar she may make a mental note on occasion, i was happily surprised that she truly cared enough to send me a few words of encouragement.  amongst a few other heartfelt statements, she gave me probably one of the best pieces of advice i've ever received with regard to the whole BDSM lifestyle... 

"It's cops and robbers for grown ups with our clothes off."

Thats really all this stuff is.  Its fun, its exciting, and for many of us, its part of who we are.  its part of what "gets us off" and makes our minds expand and our "juices" flow... but its not real life.  you cant take this into a court of law and say "Your honor... so see, we made this blood pact in front of everyone while there was a dildo up my ass and i was suspended over a bed of flaming coals... so you completely have to uphold this...."  it doesnt work that way.  its fun, its exciting, and if we let it consume us it can take control of our entire being.  im not that girl.  it isnt going to consume me.  i love the idea of 24/7, but at one point, when "life" gets real... all this "stuff" gets pushed to the side and we take care of what needs to be done.  

while i hate to admit it, i am a fairly sexual person, i think about sex and sex acts fairly frequently, much more than i will ever admit to... most of the time i'll act so laissez faire that you'll have no clue im even remotely interested.  and to get to that place, do you know what gets me aroused, the feel of wax and rope on my skin, a sharp sting across my backside, a bite to the shoulder, a blindfold so i have no clue whats next, a good game of role play, a bit of a mind game, maybe some consentual nonconsent.  am i warped because these things cross my mind?  no way... its part of me, and i am so happy i've allowed these feelings to come out and into the open.  sometimes i get overwhelmed by how much i enjoy it and in turn i do sometimes get guilty feelings over it... but you know what, its okay... because at the end of the day... i have a few things i can always hold onto.... i have the love of my partner, and she will support me no matter where this lifestyle takes us.  back to vanilla life?  she'll go along with me... tie me up and abuse me, well, she'd be up for that too.... 

im one of the lucky ones, i have found my penguin.  the person that was made for me and she's okay with my quirks, my neediness, my need for a tiara every now and then and she'll be there as a shoulder to cry on whenever i need her.  when this "lifestyle" and those involved are cruel she's always there to try to make me smile.  

That my friends is what its all about.  sharing in this life, with someone who not only doesnt judge you, but enjoys the ride as well.  

Enigma.


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Life is what you make of it...


Have you ever felt like your standing in quicksand and cannot get out? The last few days I've had a very difficult time pulling out of this sadness. I cant put an exact reason to it but I'm feeling stressed and overwhelmed along with isolated and alone. I feel like I have no real friends to turn to, no support and nothing to catch me when this rope finally breaks. I know my girlfriend will be there no matter what but I'm afraid even she can't fix this one.

Work has been exceptionally busy, and there isn't an end in sight. They just keep adding more work, more operating rooms, we have less beds, dealing with short staffing and the flu season is coming which will make all this worse. We move to a bigger unit on monday and they give me no more staff than I have now. we have been forced to care for younger and younger children, of which none of us are really comfortable doing so.  its stressful.  putting your name on a chart when its something you are so uncomfortable in doing.  i tell people this all the time, i work in the area i work in because im good at it.  you wont see me in labor and delivery, i wouldnt have a clue how to help a mother labor and take care of her while she gives birth.  deadlines, expectations, and well, the reality of being the one in charge is finally getting to me.  light at the end?  yes.  I do have a week off coming in December, which will be a relief. I even added in a few extra days off without talking to anyone. I need to decompress.

School is making me more stressed than ever and I have 3-4 assignments due each week. I'm working on my second week and already feel that I'm hurried and behind. I have no clue how to motivate myself into doing all this stuff. i am a procrastinator, always have been, and this stuff does not come easy.  anatomy, physiology, yes... easy, loved it.  project management, not so much.  i cant even motivate myself to get my clothes picked out the night before.  you expect me to learn how to manage an entire installation of a computer charting system by myself?  right now i cant see myself doing well in this class.  to top it off, yet another software program I have to teach myself. Maybe I'll start that one a bit earlier than last time, i'll try to focus and get through this.  then, an 8 week break while i organize my clinical rotation...

and financially... mortgage goes up, christmas is upon us, and there seems to be not enough money to pay for everything that needs to be taken care of... sigh.... kids want things that are astronomically expensive and as a mother i want to buy them these things.  i want to give them everything that i didnt have growing up, everything that they want because it makes them happy.  because i cannot stand the thought of seeing disappointment on their faces when their christmas isnt what they expect.

christmas is a difficult time for me.  i dont have a lot of family, and those i do have i am not exceptionally close to.  with the exception of leenie and my kids there are very few biological family members whom i care for and whom i can trust.  christmas is hard... my boys have to split time between our home and their dads and 2pm is the most difficult time of the day... i drop them to their dad and spend the rest of the day without the laughter and smiles and joy of my kids.  i think that's when it hits me that hardest that life has changed so much.  that the divorced family is something that i have to continually work at and that my kids are living this every single day.

my (first) ex husband really bothered me this week... i spoke to him on the phone the other day and had invited him to our "kinky" holiday party.  i spent almost 20 minutes justifying to him how the activities i engage in are not "sick/twisted" and "disturbing."  it really hurt me that someone who i have always thought so much of could think so little of me and who i've become... because i have become who i am... partly because of him.  having known him since i was 15, married him, and been in his corner as a friend ever since i expected much more.  his statements made me feel badly about myself.  it made me question who i am becoming and who i am.  it made me wonder if this is really how i want to live my life.  i value his opinion, which is why this was so difficult.  outside of leenie, he is one of my very best friends and to be honest and have him tell me that i need "psychological help," was hurtful.  it made me question the very essence of BDSM and the life i've come to love.  it made me feel dirty, used, isolated.  it was a difficult feeling... and from someone who i didnt expect to get that from....

i wanted to run to my protector/mentor but she's been missing in action.  she did have surgery about 2 weeks ago... but i feel that she's not there for me when i have these difficult moments.  i feel like she's not in my corner, that i cannot come to her when things like this happen.  i had hoped for more.  i still hope for more when she's back to herself again.  i just hope she hasnt given up on me.


.... fast forward to tonite... (all of the previous was written earlier at work...)

I need to move past this stuff.  its material, its inconsequential.  its minute.  life is more than the problems im presently facing and i will not let these things (or anything else) take my focus from what's important. i do have people that care, i do have a good career, im intelligent and i will get this class done.  my kids love me, they are home, they are safe and they are tucked into their nice warm beds, in a house that's theirs.  we are lucky.  we are blessed... so... that being said... im living for today... im going to be happy with what i have and im moving on.  no more sadness.  life is too short.


the best things are friends and family.... 



risk it... its worth it


other than myself... and im removing that obstacle




without hurt we will never reach our potential... i love you keith... i really do... but dont judge what you dont understand....



its time to move on... what happened happened, compersion isnt easy



yep.... it certainly is.  the sun will come out tomorrow...


will you dance with me?



im not a size 2... and that's okay.  im special the way i am.  



lowering my expectations of others... protecting what's important...



sometimes that's all we can do.  :)



im going to give this a try.  :)



its time to move on... let the past go.



im going to stop letting people upset me.  i dont control their actions.  they do.  i can only control how i respond....


those are true friends...



its not going to happen... and its true.  just let it go.  



bigger and better things... my only constraint is myself.


we are all miracles... even those who hurt us and make us sad...






these really meant a lot to me tonite...

Enigma.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

if i had $1 for every time i put someone else ahead of my own self i'd be a millionaire...

what i wouldnt give for this to be true!  i had a good cry tonite.  yes, part emotion because of the freaking imbalance of estrogen/progesterone that occurs once per month, but partly because i had to get this off my chest.  i am always giving in. always being the one to let the "fight" go for the greater good of the relationship.  


with my first marriage, while a good person, he was controlling.  i was in my early 20's and time and time again i sacrificed experiencing all of the "rites of passage" because i was a wife, and i was doing what i felt at that time i needed to do in order to be a good wife, partner, and to keep the peace.  sure, i wanted to go out and drink/party with my friends, but i didnt.  because i wanted to keep the peace. 


my second marriage i gave up a lot too... and i wouldnt trade that for the world.  for 4 years, while my kids were young i worked weekends only, he worked weekdays, so the kids were seldom in childcare.  we took turns and i sacrificed the family gatherings, etc to take care of my family.  my ex had a "tenuous" career and could get laid off for cutbacks at any given point in time.  so we needed the stability of my income.  


even now... i live in the house i do because i want to provide my kids with the home they were born/raised in.  even if this means i work crazy hours, miss field trips, cant volunteer as much as i'd like, and miss practices during the week.  mom has to work is a phrase my kids use all too often.  what they dont see is that i do what i do so that they can experience and have all the things that they do.  so that we can keep our acreage, our home, our dogs, etc... they dont realize i divorced their dad so that they wouldnt have to see the arguing, the fighting anymore... little did i know that it would actually get (and stay) worse than what they'd experienced before.  


and then right now... not only do i feel betrayed by a friend that i thought i could trust, but i have not received a text, call, nothing from the guy whom this was all over.  i seldom talk to my "supposed" protector, this person who is supposed to be helping me navigate through this overwhelming lifestyle is missing and doesnt appear interested.  time and time again i've gotten our group together, hosted at my house, not asked for a thing.  i offered her daughter a place to stay and even offered to drive her to work when i was going that way.  


i DO enjoy doing things for people, i really do.  i am definitely a service type person, i love making those around me happy, i like them to feel safe and i want them to like me, and want them to know that i'd be there if they ever needed me.  because i would.  my career is as a nurse, i do for people every single day.  all their needs placed before my own because that's who i am and that's what i do.  


even a person like me can get tired.  im tired of always being the one to have to let go of their anger, animosity, hurt, their time, their needs.  to sacrifice all of me to take care of others is physically wearing on me right now.  i need to not think, not be concerned, not worry and i dont see that happening any time soon.  i feel like a hamster on a wheel, the scenery may change when my cage is moved, but i still never get anywhere.  its the same wheel.  just a different cage.  


Enigma

Saturday, November 5, 2011

its been a week of ups and downs...





i have to say that this week will be one i'll remember for quite a while.  i've blogged about the roller coaster ride before, but this, albeit similar, is very different.  i've ranged in emotion from elated, to despondent and withdrawn.  






i called out sick from work.  it was halloween.  i was sad because my kids were with their dad, i was sad because i just needed more time with them and a prompt 7am start time was way to early to achieve this.  i was excited because i had a playdate scheduled with my girlfriend and a good friend of ours.  


playdate came and was it a complete 180 degree difference from what i had experienced before with him.  i lost track of time, he was present in the moment, my girlfriend was active in the sweet torture, he was kind, he was affectionate afterward and he paddled, flogged, whipped, and spanked my ass until it was a deep purple.  my thighs suffered, i was bound, blindfolded, and left for their use.  he and my partner that is.  the fun and exciting part was i had no clue who was inflicting the dose of pain... i fell deep into subspace and the rest of that night and the next day i was a blabbering idiot.  that floaty space that i love was achieved.  i was happy... and i was okay that he didnt want anything "permanent," i was okay that this was a friend who also was a sadist and he was giving me attention.  i was happy.  when the blindfold came off she was facing me, i had my afghan that my grandmother made me, and i had his hand on my side... i was touching my beloved's arm, i was holding his.  i was truly happy...


The results...


so.....






i went to work... i floated, made practically no sense... on more than one occasion i got "are you okay... why are you so happy?"  i went home to arnica and an ice pack.  lots of hugs from my partner, and texts from the guy who inflicted the sweet pain.  


fast forward....






text from the girlfriend said... "did you know that <insert name here> was having a playdate with <insert name here>?  (basically, a close friend of mine was playing with a guy that i just played with on monday.  wow... how to take that.  i didnt take it well.  it consumed my day, my heart, my mind and my vulnerabilities.  


lets give background.  he plays with a lot of people... fine, whatever, i've accepted that.  they arent close friends and while i know about it, i dont get the details, i dont see pictures, i dont get the banter between them, they keep it quiet and if they didnt, on this elusive site i would "gag" them so i didnt have to read about it.  this was a close friend, someone i speak to on almost a daily basis... and all of this was done, "while i was sleeping."  im not so much mad that they played, because she and i had talked about it before... what im hurt over is that i found out through a third party, and was left to process it all myself.  


was i hurt, fucking right i was.  here was a friend playing with someone i truly care about.  IT TAKES TIME TO ACCEPT THIS STUFF!  waking up to this was not my ideal friday morning.  im not an emotional person, fuck, i could give a shit about most things.  people die all the time and i typically say... "oh well, there's an empty ICU bed."  when it comes to my kids, my partner or friendships, i do fucking care.  i deserve the fucking decency of a "btw... we were thinking of going to "X" would you be okay with this?"  Just like I gave HER the courtesy when i was going to go to dinner with a friend of hers.  when this came up my question to her was "would you be okay with me going out with X, if not, i totally understand and your friendship means more to me than any guy..."  i expect the same fucking courtesy.  




i understand we are all humans, free to make our own decisions, and my decision is to be pissed off at both of these people right now.  i was jealous, hurt, angry, and yes, i acted immature.  i deleted all my content on my profile, i deleted any and all pics with my face in them, and i deleted over 40 people on my friends list.  i wanted to disappear.  because my heart was hurting and felt broken.  so fucking sue me.  im human.  


i wont let this happen again.... from now on, me, emotion, and this lifestyle will not intertwine.  i'll be my smart ass self, but i wont let my heart be a part of it, because people DONT CARE.  






woke feeling empty.  my partner and i had plans to go to a flea market type event and lunch with a group of people.  i cancelled it all.  i am not ready to see him.  she's tried to speak to me a few times, i told her i need space.  a pissed off yourenigma isnt one that you want to talk rational to, its not possible.  i will maliciously use words to hurt you when im mad and because i value this person as a friend i wasnt going to do this today.  we bantered back and forth a bit and i deleted her off my profile... partly on accident because i regretted it the second i hit "send" but partly happy because i needed space and i dont want to see the pictures from friday night. i dont want to see them because it would make me sad.  


where to go now?


i dont know to be honest.  he and i have "rectified" things to a degree.  but by that i mean we're still friends and he's back to his aloof, distanced, mr. big and bad self, parading his sadistic skills to the females he chooses to play with.  me... well, i went on a nice long walk, worked out for 30 minutes in addition to that, and plan on watching movies and eating junk food with my girlfriend all evening.  tomorrow we'll go for a bike ride and i will take out my aggressions on the pavement.  


sucks though... im giving up lifestyle stuff for a while, i've told my girlfriend i want to go back to "vanilla" life, no bondage, no sex even, until im past this.  i need to heal and i cant if i have that in my face.  i dont want to see or feel rope, nothing.  this event on friday has scarred me and only time will tell how long it takes for me to snap back and let it go.  im still on the elusive fetlife site, i still post, and i will keep up with friends that way, no question.  i've met some amazing people and i dont want to lose them.  but how i will deal with two of the people i considered friends when i encounter them next still remains a mystery.  guess the only way to know is to wait and see and take things one breath at a time.  i just want peace...




Enigma









Tuesday, November 1, 2011

my penguin



Penguin Lyrics

Can you find the time
to let your lover love you
He only wants to show you
The things he wants to learn too
The hardest parts you’ll get through
And in the end you’ll have your best friend

Love like this may come once
Baby it’s fate
Like a soul mate he’s your penguin
Baby it’s fate
Baby it’s fate
Not luck

Can you find the time to let your lover hold you
He needs somebody to hold to
His love is strong and so true
His arrows aiming for you
And he’s the one that you were born to love
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Love like this may come once
Baby it’s fate
Like a soul mate he’s your penguin
Baby it’s fate
Baby it’s fate
Not luck

Let go
Let go
of time for you
and I
Let go
Let go
of time for you
and I
Let go
Let go
of time for you
and I

Love like this is all I want
Baby were fate
Love like this may come once
Baby were fate
Like a soul mate your my penguin
Baby were fate
Baby it’s fate
Not luck 



replace the "He" with "She".... 


I found my penguin in you Leenie.   You are my penguin, today, tomorrow and always.  


Enigma.