I have goals that I write down at the start of every year month and week , for without a clear direction time can be wasted , and isn’t that the ultimate sin since we’re around on this planet so briefly? Woke up this morning to find an email from my friend telling me that George Michael had died on Christmas Day and I thought , come on really – him — HIM ? I posted my disbelief on my Twitter and got an instant reply from somebody saying “get used to it , it gets worse.” That reply bugged me so much that I deleted my post and I tried to reflect a bit on what it might be …
“How?” I said , can I be glad and sad – but a person goes from one foot to the other. Christmas, that lonely, lovely crowded place in our heads. At Christmas, some of us hunger for a larger family life than perhaps we had. We were a family of three, we could never afford a holiday feast let alone a gift. But I had dreams , even living in a country where Christmas is only an un-celebrated day off , the books I had read always made me dream of friends , Santa , and gifts under a pine tree. Thank you dreams. You are the large family which comforts. It doesn’t have to be typical. Just as I …
I had one of those exquisite moments where my mind linked meaning in two videos separated by a generation of time , and I was perfectly proud of myself for making the connection. I was having one of those wonderful information quests on the internet that takes you down unexpected paths and usually lands me on a webpage that makes me gasp “how the fuck did I end up here?” As I’m a movie aficionado my night started off as it usually does, perusing the upcoming movie trailers page on IMDB ‘s website where I was looking for something similar to WestWorld , a show that I desperately want to watch but isn’t available yet at any of my bootlegged …
“Good Morning, it’s 7am , in conformity , there lays bliss.” Having lived in the city over the past five years , the past two in my quite luxurious condo , I hadn’t been jolted from my sleep by the blaring of the speakers that permeate the village where I grew up for quite some time. Yet there it was, 7am right to the very second , the brain washing diatribe on my senses had begun each morning last week from the house where I grew up. For those of you who are unfamiliar with what goes on in every village across the land here , seven o’clock in the morning brings with it thirty minutes of community news being blared out …
“Let’s get the hell out of here!” In 1967 William Shatner and Gene Roddenberry had to plea with NBC to keep the word HELL in Kirk’s last line of dialogue in the Star Trek episode “The City on the Edge of Forever.” The television studio thought the word HELL was too shocking and inappropriate for the viewing audience and they feared any public lash back would endanger the profitability of the show. Fast forward nearly 50 years to last nights season premiere of The Walking Dead for a jaw dropping comparison of what the world finds acceptable on television nowadays. My question is , when will the public say enough! For if we view the bar of acceptance not as …
Hate is such a vicious vile word , with sheer wanton maliciousness behind every instance it is spoken. Thus, it must be used not liberally, but instead preciously saved for a deserved target of one’s venom. In my life, there has been no greater thing that commands me to use the word Hate as its descriptor than that of the word School and all the maladies that word encompasses. I was recently asked in an email “how can your English be so good , you’re Thai.” He took the philosophical pretense of “I speak, therefore I am” , flipped it on it’s head so it would become “I’m Thai, therefore I am not.” I hate that. Thing is , he’s …
Instead of thinking of a clever way to combine a show recommendation , a comment on a session , and a viewpoint into one story that flows together with a common theme and segue’s for all , i’m just going to present the ideas floating around my head in its crudest form. Cleverness be damned, sometimes it’s better to say things quickly and get back to scratching pussy all afternoon. My thanks to the guy who put me onto the best show I’ve seen since Breaking Bad , it’s called Black Mirror and it’s utterly fantastic viewing. Nine years ago my friend fatally spent a great deal of money on his Motorolla Razr “flip phone” which was the greatest thing …
Well I got released from the hospital yesterday and I suppose the good news is that the pain has subsided enough that I can focus long enough to type something without passing out. The bad news then I guess is that the pain I’m in is still excruciating and I’m still bed ridden. Which obviously means that unless one wanted to come over and stare at this tearful mess that I’ve become for your two hours of femdom fun – there will be no sessions any time soon. I’m estimating at least a week , maybe two. What to take away from this experience? Well, now that I’ve had to spend well over $5,000 in European or American currency this …
This is more a bit of friendly advice than a story intended for those who not only want to live here but are going to be raising kids here. Everything the baby hears should be in your mother tongue right from the day it’s born. No exceptions. If the mom doesn’t speak your language , that’s fine , but make sure the television shows , the books , the YouTube videos and most importantly the school is subjecting your kid to your language 90% of the time. The result? Well it’s like running a marathon. Nobody is declared a champion after the first 500 meters and it’s not until the first 5km are over that you start to get some …
If you don’t mind , I’m gonna talk about things that are in my thoughts even though they may be the furthest thing from anything to do with femdom. I get a lot of “your blog’s been quiet” messages and it’s because , well , since my life got invaded last August , it was like a slap in the face about what I should share publicly (fuck i misspell that word every single time) and I decided to keep the blog entries bdsm session related for the most part. But, things are eating at me. Again, sorry to be esoteric , but those in my closed group of friends that I’ve done sessions with will recall the photos …
