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This includes posts which may, or may not, pertain to BDSM, the lifestyle, etc. Or hey, it may just be my rantings about various subjects, with no relation to anything else whatsoever.
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Body shape, self image, and do-it-yourself fixing
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Jul 2, 2005 9:40 am
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Ok, so I'm a big dude. Not like orca-fat, but I'm 6'4" and hit the scales at about 270. I've never been and don't know if I will ever be a built, muscle-bound hunk.
For the last month and a half I've been working out, doing the recumbant bike and eliptical before work 3 times a week, and then swimming in the afternoons Monday through Friday. I started swimming only a few laps total, and those with breaks between. Now I'm up to doing some 100m stratches and spacing 50m ones in between.
While I've been doing this, my wonder lady has been doing HUGE numbers of laps at the pool, and helping me get my swimming technique from "OH MY GOD, YOU CALL THAT SWIMMING!?" to me doing flip turns (semi-poorly) and swimming the 100m sets. She regularly swims about 1600m at the pool, compared to my high days of 650 or so.
As I said, we've been doing this for about a month and a half. Last week at work, I swung by the gym to do a physical assesment, and my weight is down about 12 pounds from when we started. I taped myself this weekend and I've lost some decent inches at my waist and hips.
Contrast this with her- I can see a difference in her body shape, and taping backs me up on this, but her weight hasn't changed, and the change in inches isn't as noticable as mine. As a result, she's all bummed out, and feels like she's not getting the impact she wants.
She was a swimbunny in high school, and has a deep and abiding love for the pool. I am wondering if since she was a swimmer not that long ago, if perhaps she's not getting the workout I am, even though she is swimming far longer distances.
I know this may not be the right forum for this, but I was wondering if anyone had any relevant thoughts or experiences they wanted to share.
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Jun 28, 2005 5:06 pm
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So, everyone knows that if you're talking with someone, what you say and what they hear can be totally different. Everyone interprets things, I guess it just kinda happens.
It's those times when it bites you in the ass that really hurt though.
OneLady and I were sitting around the house, talking about a couple we know a little north of us, and some of the emails and whatnot she's gotten here on alt, and I was making semi-smartass comments about how she always gets the attention, and I rarely do.
Hmm.
Poor choice of words on my part, add in some unrealized jealousy, mix with sarcasm, and boom- Houston, we have a problem.
I'm no saint, I'm certainly not perfect, but in my infinite wisdom, I guess sometimes I forget to remind myself of this.
So, now we're both a little mad, and I feel like an ass, because even if I didn't read the map, I should have known once I started down the road to trouble, I'd sure as hell get there.
So, yeah, filters. Amazing how you can be talking to someone, trying to sort things out, and 15 minutes into it, realize that you both have profoundly different ideas of what you're going to talk about, and what kind of resolution you're striving for. I mean, if communication is key in a "normal" relationship, how much more crucial is it when you start exploring fantasyland, and pushing the boundaries?
Anyways, so I'm sitting here, sorting all this out in my mind, typing it out to see if I can make sense of it all. That voice in the back of my head is alternately wondering if I shouldn't really be talking with her about it, or if she'll get it when she reads this. Counterpoint is the lil devil wondering how good the make-up sex will be. *sigh*
Well, hope this was worth the read.
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From foot fetish to ass fetish and beyond
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Jun 27, 2005 10:13 am
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So.
I'm sitting at my PC, OneLady is sitting at hers, we're talking back and forth as she cruises the blogs and I surf and play poker online.
She gets to a series of blogs about a lady being paid to have someone lick her feet, for the paltry sum of $20 an hour. After hearing this, OneLady and I start talking some, and I tell her I want her to not wash her buttcrack for a week, so I can then lick it clean. Mind you, I'm joking when I say this, she knows I am, and we're both grinning.
Then I lean over her, cup her breast, and tell her I want to kiss her after I get done bathing her ass with my tongue.
"No!"
Pinch the nipple slightly, cough "YES"
She wimpers, eyes roll slightly "yellow..."
I had to laugh.
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wRitin's is hArd
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Jun 14, 2005 7:03 am
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Gah. Frustration.
Was just catching up on a webcomic I enjoy, and was actually moved by the way the storyline is moving, the character development. I think there's a line that most webcomics fall short of, in that while they may be nice, they don't make you care. Not really. I mean, it's only a webcomic, right? Not real people, not even a soap or a dramatic film.
So, after I realize this, I start thinking about myself. I don't know why, but I always feel like I can't get the words out right. Like no matter how many times I circle the subject, I am not getting everything across that I want to. I mean, how shitty is it to have a talk with someone, about something you care about, and most of the time be left with the feeling that you didn't fully connect? Like some part of what you were saying got lost in the translation?
Even more frustrating is when you have someone you're commited to, and this crops up. Not all the time, mind you. Maybe not even most of the time. But still, how aweful is it to try to express what's in your heart, your innermost thoughts, and then feel... inadequate?
I dunno. Food for thought, something for personal action maybe.
What I know now is that thinking about it more right now is just getting me more down.
Later all.
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Stupid frickin weekend commitments...
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Jun 11, 2005 7:14 am
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Ya, so I wake up this morning, about 9ish. Go to the puter room, check email, look at some blogs, etc. Spend about an hour, go wake my beauty, grab a bite to eat. Starting to think about what I want to do today.
I realize I have to be somewhere at noon. 45 minutes away, gotta get clean and dressed. Wife as well.
Oh shit. I had an appointment at 9am too.
Damn, I need a manager. Or I should learn not to set myself for stuff early on the weekends.
Crap crap crap. Hope I can reschedule that 9am soon.
How many miles can you go between oil changes? Gah.
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Query 0001- What truly defines a
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Jun 10, 2005 8:43 pm
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It seems I've read alot about "this scene we did" and how someone "negotiated a scene for" whatever floated their boats.
I'm not getting it.
To me, it seems like it's a form of scripting. For me, that just takes half of the fun out of things. I figure you can start from a place where you establish the boundaries, and then have fun till the sweating is over.
Maybe I am misunderstanding. I hope so. I just don't like thinking that anytime I want to do something with my best girl, that we'll have to pause, lose any energy that's already built up, and break out a frickin' diagram of do's and don'ts.
I don't want to negotiate a peace between warring states here, I just want to retire to the room of my choice, start some happy times, and then be able to bask in the radiant post-nookie glow.
So, anyone who's reading, care to take a shot at explaining this a little better for me?
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Break out the banners, or something...
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Jun 10, 2005 7:45 am
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Hmm, just setting this up. I guess the first thing I should say is that I'm quite new to this- not just blogland, but the lifestyle as well. I've known I was top-ish for a while, but I don't have much to go on in the form of stuff to learn from. I've got one book currently, so that's a start.
I'm in a commited relationship, so I'm not at all trolling for a new partner or anything. More just throwing myself out there, hopefully to learn some new things, gain a different perspective, and grow a little. Who knew I still had stuff to learn about, eh?
Well, that's it for now. More later when I have more time, or feel like spilling more of myself out here. It seems sometimes I have no idea what I would say, and then other times I start typing and can't stop. Random train of thought and all that.
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