Being the First ...

[BLoved]

Being the First ...

One of the greatest joys for me is to discover there is something that my beloved hasn't tried.

Being the first to share something special is a privileged honour. I get to make it special for her, forever.

The more things you do with someone you do not love, the fewer things you leave for the one who would love you.

The more things you do with someone you do not love, the fewer things you leave to be considered special by the one who would love you.

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As with Isolation apparently a mod has decided to throw the remainder of the discussions I tried to start into this thread, despite the fact that several of them are unrelated ...

I have done my best to attribute comments to the discussions where they occurred.

 

[BLoved]

What does a dom risk?

What does a dom risk?

Moved to here.

 

[BLoved]

Are You Not Entertained? The Inner Child - Requiem

The Inner Child - Requiem

I think there is a direct correlation ...

If you are uncomfortable with your own inner child, you will be uncomfortable with my inner child.

We all have one.

In some it is sweet, loving, precocious, gregarious, creative ...

In others it is a child neglected and abused, locked in a closet and punished if it should surface.

How we as adults relate to the needs of our inner child determines a great deal of who attracts us and who repels us. We respond to their inner child as if it were our own.

Thus there are those who nurture, and those who are abusive.

There are those who believe a master should demonstrate "self-control" by not expressing his feelings.

I say, what is the point of being a master if in the process I must give up my humanity?

The love I express as a master is an extension of who I am as a person, as a human.

I would not wish to live in fear of expressing an emotion before my Beloved. I would not wish to feel the need to hide anything of myself from such a one.

Just as I would not want my Beloved to be afraid of sharing everything with me. It is her humanity I wish to love, as expressed through her unique personality.

I feel sorry for those who feel the need to lock away pieces of their soul, especially those who must lock away their inner child.

To live in fear, doubt and self-denial to prove one has "self-control" seems to me to be a very destructive process.

If one cannot be all he or she is through mastery or slavery, one should not choose bdsm at all.

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I thought it an opportune moment to remind everyone that the path of Love is not a carpet of rose petals.

It is a challenge. It is difficult. It is an exercise in faith and there are going to be hard times involved, times to challenge the courage of the soul to go on.

Sometimes there is pain, disappointment, frustration, even anger that society can't produce a more enlightened human than it does.

Trying to find anyone who has a grip on their ego is hard enough. Too many looking for a fight and too few who know when to stand up and be counted.

This is the modern Colliseum and I am the gladiator of the day.

Are you not entertained?

Isn't this why you are here?

To see a real man tortured by his need for love, a man who goes through hell alone because everyone is much too busy gawking and eating popcorn?

And if it all gets a bit too real for your tastes you can always turn your thumb down and move on to something more entertaining.

Just like flipping through the channels on tv.

Its easy to mock the pain of others.

A test of character to actually do anything positive to help.

Not hard to see how many fail that test.

 

[BLoved]

The Rule of Mediocrity

The Rule of Mediocrity

There are so few well-mannered, mature gentlemen that when one shows up he clearly stands out from the immature who, being in greater numbers, do their best to chase out the intruder.

Who wants to look immature?

Eliminate those who are more mature and you elevate your status.

It is the Rule of Mediocrity, and it is why the world is in the mess its in.

 

[BLoved]

Morning

Morning

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

To wake up every morning to the sound of dozens of birds chattering to one another as they greet the dawn ...

To step out the front door in nothing but skin and let the wind wash my body from head to toe ...

To smell the fragrance of damp earth and a million things growing, ever growing ...

To see the forest shed shadow and gloom and embrace the shafts of sunlight ...

To taste your lips one more time and know you are mine again ...

There are some things never intended for the enjoyment of one person.

There are some experiences that are better shared ...

Better shared with you ...

 

[BLoved]

City folk ...

City Folk ...

It is in the little things that we reveal the contents of our souls.

It is in the things we do without thought that we see who we have become.

Here in the country it is customary to wave at a driver passing in the other direction. This is an act of friendliness and respect, since the roads can be rather narrow and passing each other can sometimes be difficult.

It is not unusual to see people waving to the garbage men or the men who drive the snow plows, as they perform necessary services and we tend to show our appreciation for that.

Even passing a stranger on the sidewalk in town is likely to elicit a smile and a friendly "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

For some reason, in less crowded conditions, people tend towards being more overtly friendly.

It is an interesting contrast to what I find in so many city-folk.

Too many of them seem to have no time for anything or anyone but their own agenda. They treat people as resources, not really human, as if others have no feelings, nothing to do but sit on a shelf and wait.

They can say the sweetest things, and then behave in a completely contrary way.

It is confusing.

I have found that when words and deeds disagree: trust the deeds.

Words are easy, anyone can say anything.

But what a person does, that has meaning.

Someone may ask for the opportunity to talk further, but if they spend two days ignoring your friendly greetings, how else is one to read this but as a snub?

City-folk excel in this kind of double-talk.

No wonder they find it so hard to trust anyone.

 

[BLoved]

The Inner Child

The Inner Child

I think there is a direct correlation ...

If you are uncomfortable with your own inner child, you will be uncomfortable with my inner child.

We all have one.

In some it is sweet, loving, precocious, gregarious, creative ...

In others it is a child neglected and abused, locked in a closet and punished if it should surface.

How we as adults relate to the needs of our inner child determines a great deal of who attracts us and who repels us. We respond to their inner child as if it were our own.

Thus there are those who nurture, and those who are abusive.

There are those who believe a master should demonstrate "self-control" by not expressing his feelings.

I say, what is the point of being a master if in the process I must give up my humanity?

The love I express as a master is an extension of who I am as a person, as a human.

I would not wish to live in fear of expressing an emotion before my Beloved. I would not wish to feel the need to hide anything of myself from such a one.

Just as I would not want my Beloved to be afraid of sharing everything with me. It is her humanity I wish to love, as expressed through her unique personality.

I feel sorry for those who feel the need to lock away pieces of their soul, especially those who must lock away their inner child.

To live in fear, doubt and self-denial to prove one has "self-control" seems to me to be a very destructive process.

If one cannot be all he or she is through mastery or slavery, one should not choose bdsm at all.

 

[Lizzie_Borden]

Pssst.

You already posted this bit.

At least get creative with your spam.

 

[BLoved]

The Muse

The Muse

I cannot imagine anything more enchanting than a muse.

If you have seen "Shakespeare in Love", you are very familiar with the relationship between a writer and his muse.

Anyone can write, but to write there is no substitute for one's true love.

That is because to write about life, passionately, one must live life, passionately.

True love slows the world down, allowing me to experience far more than I could without it. I become aware of her breathing, the softness of her skin, the smell of her hair, her warmth as she nestles in my arms, the sweetness of her mouth as I kiss her tenderly, deeply ...

True love sharpens the mind and the senses.

Without it the world is colourless, odorless, empty of purpose and meaning.

For life to have a value beyond the routine of laundry and dishes there must be true love.

 

[ImOnIt]

Oh cayenne pepper/

Up the nose of this forum/

Perpetually.

 

[BLoved]

Being the First ...

One of the greatest joys for me is to discover there is something that my beloved hasn't tried.

Being the first to share something special is a privileged honour. I get to make it special for her, forever.

The more things you do with someone you do not love, the fewer things you leave for the one who would love you.

The more things you do with someone you do not love, the fewer things you leave to be considered special by the one who would love you.

Of course, nothing is special for those who advocate casual 'bdsm'.

They are thrill-seekers, quickly growing bored and feeling the need for another adrenalin rush.

Perhaps that is why they find love so challenging. Love requires committment, and the relationship between them and their partner is less important than their need for new thrills.

 

[BLoved]

Responding to "What Does a Dom Risk?":

A casual sub risks his or her life every time they are bound helpless by a stranger.

What does the casual dom risk that is comparable to this?

Nothing.

And for taking this risk a casual sub gets a one-night stand.

How does this demonstrate a healthy self-esteem in the sub: to risk death while the partner risks nothing, for nothing more than endorphins and maybe an orgasm?

 

[BLoved]

Responding to "Are You Not Entertained? The Inner Child - Requiem ":

I am reminded that bullies urge each other on, a feeding frenzy of abuse.

The silence of spectators gives them courage, makes them feel they can do anything and no one will stop them.

Not too hard to see why so many gay teens commit suicide ... so many people just don't care.

 

[BLoved]

Responding to "The Rule of Mediocrity":

And that begs the question, why do so many people settle for mediocrity?

 

[BLoved]

Responding to "Morning":

And I'll bet you don't find much of this after a one-night stand.

Just a lot of people feeling empty, alone, and unloved.

 

[BLoved]

Responding to "City Folk":

No wonder so many of them try to exploit others rather than learning to love.

 

[BLoved]

To the best of my ability the damage caused by the mod has been rectified.

 

[BLoved]

Bump.