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Confessions of a Dom 1As a little girl, I was taught not to trust men. One of the first things I was taught was how to use them. It started with old hollywood movies as soon as I was old enough to understand. When I was around 5 or 6 my mom told me to watch closely as John Wayne's co-star seduces him. Oh I paid attention to that fine ass woman alright, but yo, John Wayne knew what was up on how to get them. I didn't want to use men, I wanted to be like them because to me they were a symbol of strength and I understood that at an early age. I still learned all the strategies my mom expected me to learn from women of old hollywood movies because when you're a kid you don't understand right or wrong. I didn't dislike being a woman, but I just wanted to command as much power as a man in society. Gender seemed irrelevant to me because anything that turns you on is acceptable to me as long as there is consent. There is nothing wrong with being grossed out by fetishes either because the opposite side of the spectr
Confessions of a Dom 2No one can handle the truth, but it is not because we do not want to know it, there is just too much pain. It is in the realm of fiction where we compromise with our escape into fantasy with our need to tell the truth that no one can handle in reality. People are priceless. Objects have value. To own something outside of our own bodies is an instinct that every living thing obeys without question. Ownership can be in everyday things we don't even think about. Even the act of consumption is an act of ownership, which is where I suspect that is where the current term for "self entitlement" comes from. I was born self entitled. It wasn't a choice. I didn't feel self entitled, but I had the power to command. A presence if you will. Its something that is hardwired into my physical existence that I have spent my whole life trying to control.
All doms deal with an anxiety of controlling the power they have because a true dom never explicitly wants to force someone against their will. A real d
once.Ein Buch schreiben für die Frau, die man liebt, dachte ich gestern beim Erwachen, was für eine peinliche Idee. Das muss ich alles nur geträumt haben. Nein, es ist unvorstellbar, so etwas wirklich zu tun. Das würde ich nie machen. Schliesslich bin ich erstens Junggeselle und zweitens unverheiratet. Doch dann kam ein SMS von Julia. Sie schrieb, sie sei auch überfordert gewesen – jetzt erst recht wegen dem Buch. Also hatte ich es doch getan? Ich musste entdecken, dass ich das Buch nicht nur geschrieben, sondern auch ausgedruckt, gebunden und nach Madrid gebracht habe. Und jetzt hält Julia es in den Händen. Es gingen noch ein paar SMS hin und her, bis wir uns endlich entschlossen, uns doch zu treffen.
Meistens schenkt man ja dem Umstand, dass man einen Magen hat, keine besondere Beachtung. Ich meine damit, dass man nicht oft durch die Stadt geht und sich denkt: „Ich habe einen Magen“, so wie man vielleicht manchmal durch die Stadt geht u
3700 FeetEvery Tuesday afternoon, Don sends out an email asking who plans on coming to soaring lessons the following day, and every Tuesday evening I email him back and let him know, yes, I will be attending. On Wednesday, he either confirms if flight instruction is still on, or if it’s been cancelled, usually it’s because of weather. We won’t fly in the rain, and ridge soaring--flying on the wind rising from the valley--is still too advanced for me. I always make sure to checkthe windsock before heading on to the glider field. When it’s sticking straight out, will a full six rings showing, the wind’s blowing at least thirty knots an hour and no one goes up.
It’s actually a relief whenever I get a “WEFI Cancelled” email. Today, I'm hoping for it, even though it's sunny and close to 75 degrees, with a high cloud base. This late in the season, it's likely to be the best soaring weather we’ll have until the spring.
Still, I leave the office at
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:Do Something Nice Today:There are 7 or 8 clinical offices. Each one is either carpeted, or linoleum with a giant, torn-up and pilling area rug. Each one has at least 7 or 8 bought-in-bulk chairs, a teacher’s desk, and a whiteboard. Clinicians switch offices more often that I used to think – it seems like these days, more and more of them are “moving on,” and more and more noobs are being hired. Some of the office changes don’t make sense. Nearly non of them belong to their “original” owners – that is, to whomever had dominated each room when I got there – and most of the time, the switches seem random. No one appears uncomfortable with this, which is odd because most of the students are very vocal when something tangible bothers them. I like to think it doesn’t bother me much, either, but it hit me surprisingly hard when the clinician in charge of me moved up stairs. It was supposedly a logical change: her dog is coming starting in November an
this is all i'm able to produce "Okay class let's start the year with some introductions. I'm going to go around the room randomly and you're going to describe yourself in a word!"
Oh. Of course. Our eyes met. She smiles. She's going to pick me. She's going to make me go first. I can't describe myself. I don't know how to.
"You there. You can start!"
Her smile grows even larger. She doesn't ask for my name, so I won't give it. One word to describe myself. There's only one going around my mind.
How the shit fell down : PrologueI'm not sure how to tell a story or even know on what to write about. Should I tell a true story, just a story or what could've happened. Only thing I can assure is the honest to satans glorious name true, is that years of emotional shitstorm is starting to end. Can a man reveal emotions or not? Or should I just cover that shit up with booze, violence and other crap that's just as disturbing and sensible? Should I date girls just because I'm too scared to be alone or should I drown myself in random pussy that means nothing?
On the other hand, it doesn't really even matter. My life is simultaneously really boring excuse for one and too hectic. Antisocial isolation mixed with evenings filled with loneliness and drinking booze in my underwear. Crazy weekends, that became months, just because I was too afraid to quit drinking or the months I curled in the pits of my sofa, weeping and wallowing in my on sweat and selfpity. Thoughts about ending it all, were only suppressed by the realizatio
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