BDSM & Alternative Lifestyle Personals
 | Blogs > OyaD > Earth Kitt's Apprentice > Ever have one of those days |
Ever have one of those days
2/16/2007 2:21 am Last Read: |
When you have too much to say, and no idea how to cram it all in? How about I do the short version: - Some blogs are faked. Get over it - they're writing some dream world kinky stuff and folks read it because it gets them off. It's not real. Just deal with it. Read it for the wank it is and quit deluding yourself into thinking it's anything but a fantasy. At least you got your rocks off. - Crying for a real dominant/submissive/car/toaster when there's loads of them around you but they're the wrong colour/size/sex/age/model/make the toast exactly the wrong shade of brown is bullshit. Most wouldn't know a good situation if it came up and bit them. There's only so much moaning I can listen to after a while. Please get over it. - Transgender doesn't piss me off. Furries don't piss me off. What pisses me off is people who feel I am obligated to lie and say "Of course you look exactly like a woman now and therefore must be one" when one really just looks like a bloke in a very bad wig. There's being accepting and then there's asking me to stow away everything I learned about biology and also stab out my own eyes in the process, and probably lock away my common sense and intellect at the same time. You're not really a fox with three tails and purple fur with a dick the size of a bargepole, and if you've never bled, had cramps, PMT, or any of the other fun joys of womanhood, no amount of makeup or hormones is going to give that to you - I have very male traits, excessively male traits. In my dreams, I'm usually a bloke, and it's pretty damn realistic. But I have no idea what it's like to be kneed in the balls in real life, and I've never felt or done many of the typical male bloke things. I will never be a bloke. Transgender will never be female. And furries will never be three tailed oversexed purple animals. Just. Get. Over. It. This doesn't make me an unaccepting bitch, this makes me a person who isn't just putting my fingers into my ears, shutting my eyes and singing "lalalalala I will believe whatever you tell me and deny what's right in front of my face because it will make you feel better." - I am phasing out my time on Alt. I'm tired of the fake and the bullshit. I'm bone weary of winks and unwanted emails from people who can't read a profile, of trying to talk myself into meeting people I'm not actually remotely interested in, and always falling short of some dreamy ideal in a submissive's head. I'm hanging out more with mates of mine in real life who don't do labels, and they just do what they do because they enjoy it. They don't feel the need to make it sound like some sort of spiritual consciousness opening thing; they just DO it. It's tribe, and I'm all about that. Most of all, it's real. And real is what I'm about. - There's a lot I want to do this year. Dance and jewelry and fire and weird hair and art and creativity and fun and laugh and eat and sleep and shag and giggle and enjoy myself. If you don't want to do that with me - now is the time for you to say your goodbyes. Miserable people are off my list. For my health, sanity, and own sake, I'm kickin' it with people who want to reach, not wallow. That's just the way it's got to be. Reach with me, or go back to wallow. That's the way of't. So yeah...all that. And more, but I've been up since 4 am and a sistah is tired. Sleep good. |
|||
 2/19/2007 11:23 pm |
"Read it for the wank it is and quit deluding yourself into thinking it's anything but a fantasy. At least you got your rocks off." That's how I view about 98% of the erotically charged blog posts. Some are so obvious I automatically edit them in my mind by inserting phrases from Penthouse Forum letters..."I never believed it would happen to me, but..." And I ...ahem...use the posts accordingly. "Crying for a real dominant/submissive/car/toaster" I try to keep my moaning of the EMPTY VOID that is my life to a minimum. Oh the pain...the pain.... But I know how you feel. Some blogs are just selfish litanies of perceived injustice and unfairness in the author's life in a cruel, cold world. These I usually imagine to be dictating their posts in a harsh mutter as they pensively stalk the castle ramparts in a dark cloak. Their unfulfilled selves are tragic on a Shakespearian level. Oh yes...I'll stop sending you all those winks cease the e-mails in which I demand you fawn over my full body lemur suit. "In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." ---George Orwell
| |||
2/20/2007 4:58 pm |
The rumors of my lemur fetishism are only partially true! The littler critters just make me laugh...and that somehow became me taking a stuffed one on trips and taking pictures of him in various poses in various locales. So now I have a loose reputation as a lemur-lover...full of innuendo and vague tales of simian debauchery. "In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." ---George Orwell
|
 |
 |
 |
| Become a member to comment on this blog | ||
 |
