Sunday, March 18, 2012
When was the last time u washed the inside of ur windows? And what about the outside? U did that too? Oh, u do not ever do that? U r in a FLR and have ur pet-husband for that? U subscribe to “real women don’t do housework”? So what do u do with all that free time? Waiting patiently by the window till ur man has finished the job, then inspect his work and punish him appropriately according to ur mutually agreed upon and signed TOS? Putting the last hand on ur latest embroidery? Knitting? Playing Solitaire? Watching Desperate Housewives? Re-reading Sutton’s silly mommy-dommes guide? Hmmm, maybe u should make an effort and clean the windows of ur soul instead. Cos that’s what this blog is all about: The windows of ur soul. And mine of cors.
Never heard of those windows? Time to meet Johari then. No, Johari is not a person. It’s a model/technique, created by señores Ingman and Luft, for detecting and assessing what’s going on inside people’s soul, mind, and mental bowels, how much of that they’re willing and capable to share with others, what they know about all that, and what not, all loosely based on the insights and theories of señor Jung, one of the more influential shrinks, and, without his consent, spiritual father of many moronic clubs/cliques which members r on a quest to find themselves, simultaneously trying to convince others to embark on the same lame journey.
Here it is in a graphical form:
To every window belongs a room from which u can watch the outside world passing by, including other people’s rooms. Of cors u also can stand in ur garden, or on ur front porch, and look into ur own room urself, or sit in it, cleaning, organizing, reshuffling, or removing its furniture, carpeting, books, left over pizza, blood from yesterday's whipping session, etc. Some windows allow, at times even invite, outsiders to peep inside and feast their eyes on ur reality show, while other windows r closed by u, or were closed, with or without ur consent, to ur dismay or not, by ur parents, priests, teachers, or other nasty self proclaimed authorities.
Not all rooms r of the same size. Depending on how creepy ur personality is, some rooms can be very spacious, while others resemble a tiny walk-in-closet.
There’s also a dream Johari windows, with corresponding rooms. It’s a kind of a double without being the real u, and yet it is u. Yes it’s a sinister one that one. One which one often encounters in the virtual world, a.k.a. Cyberspace, where herds of people create personalities representing how they would like to be, but never will dare to be like that outside of that world. The population of Second Life for instance is a great example of this.
Johari saw the light of day in an era when the Internet was still in its infancy. So nowadays we could easily argue there’s a third one, a virtual Johari window, closely related to his dreamy nephew indeed, but much more accessible for the rest of the world since it’s uploaded to Cyberspace ad nauseam.
The more the three models overlap each other, the more genuine and authentic a person, u included, is. B4 jumping for joy and demanding a medal for that, u should exercise some caution and entertain a bit of prudence tho, cos it doesn’t necessarily mean u would be a good person as well. There r genuine crooks, cowards, neurotics, criminals, psychopaths, and clones, u know. Could be u r one of them no?
This is the place where u and i let people freely look inside us. No secrets here. Only openness, hospitality, and sharing of what’s going on without any restrictions. Here we feel safe to let people know how we feel, think, and act. And why. But only to a certain extent. Only the part that we want people to know. Only the part that we can handle. Only the part that we r not ashamed of. Only the part that we’re not afraid of. Some people build only a small room for that, scared as they r to open up a large part of their personality. Other folks fake openness, trying to con people about it. In blogs, u can be sure that a person, contrary to his/her efforts to make u believe otherwise, has only a tiny open window giving access to only a small open room, when she/he is constantly dumping a shitload of non-committal content and/or pedestrian small talk on the Internet. Often larded with cliché wit and pseudo wisdom. Of cors these people attract likeminded ones like flies r attracted to dung, and enthusiastically welcome them to their realm. They have a difficult time tho, without admitting same, with more open minded and lust for life citizens of Cyberspace, and actually hate those for being so candid, straightforward, wild, and free. And yet, some of them try to get along with these free ones still, but in the end they will always fail in that. To save their already shaken comfort zone and fragile self-esteem from entirely going down the sewers, they will begin to picture these free ones as liars, trolls, fakes, and Lilith knows what more, and prevent them from further commenting on their blogs.
I love to open my windows, to let the fresh or polluted air in, to inhale the beauty of life, to embrace and condemn the world as it is, to let people see me as i am, not hesitating to show for instance my arrogance, cruelty, elegance, aggressiveness, non-compromising attitude, addiction to have things my way, lust for wearing leather, and having exotic sex with wild women and men.
I think the world would be a far better place if more men and women would shake off their fear, and genuinely would open up to others. So start cleaning ur windows, and extend ur open room. Here, maybe this video will bring u in the right mood, and help u on ur way! Even if u don’t understand her language, u must be a complete idiot to not feel her and get the message she trying to get across!
Window here is hermetically closed. At least that’s what u r hoping for (grin). Heavy curtains r in place. Blinds r up. Nobody is allowed to look inside the room. Basta! Here ur secrets r residing. This is the place where u hide all that which u don’t dare to show to other people, stuff u believe could hurt or embarrass u, r ashamed of, or u rather would want not to exist. Or……..love them dearly, r addicted to them, but feel too guilty about that u would want to move them to the room with the open window instead of keeping them imprisoned in this mostly cancerous room.
Personally this is the room where MyEgo lives. Remember her? I’m sure u do. She’s the one i must control more than anyone or anything else. She whispers the horniest, cruelest, unheard of sadistic, and unimaginable erotic ideas, into my ears. She’s driving me insane, and willing to use any available tool to seduce me to do her bidding. A true tyrant, wanting me to give in to her suggestions and enact them without delay. When she’s on top of her thing, and is really going for it, i more than ever understand why Steel wants me to never release him from his chains. There r times i can’t resist her pressure. Then i give her a free ride, and go along with the desires of this pure, egoistic, and insatiable bitch. It’s then when i allow her to come with me, to leave my hidden compartment, to curl up with me by the open fire place, and have dinner with me in my luxurious and spacious open room, for all to see, for all to fear. Damn, i should have the guts to always let her free.
This is a tricky one. This is the one where i’m supposed not to see what all others can see. But it’s true. There is stuff others have pointed out to me, i wasn’t aware of at all, or resisted to acknowledge its existence. For instance, i’m always claiming that i hate teaching, and yet people tell me they learn a lot from me, and that i’m one heck of a teacher. So maybe i am indeed, but due to the fact that i can’t stand explaining things to morons and people who r full of themselves while actually they’re as empty and hollow as a mouldered tree trunk or a rusty oil drum, i’m reluctant to admit same.
On the other hand, i too can see things through the glass of ur hidden window, no matter how good u r to keep ur stuff out of sight. Especially when it comes to femdom i have an extremely well developed seventh sense :) No slave can hide anything from me. But then again, they don’t want to, so i guess this doesn’t count, hehe. When it comes to the virtual world, i can spot fake dominas and slaves just like that. Reason why they often have a need to argue with me, get angry and self-defensive when i tell them they r not the right stuff, and try to convince me that they have the right to call anything femdom as long as the people involved agree upon their definition of it. Yeah right. Such nonsense! Going along with crap like that is like admitting that a pussycat is a tiger.
Of cors i must distinguish between people who genuinely believe they’re on my level, or truly think they’re dominant cos they deviate a bit from the vanilla world, and the ones who absolutely r aware of the fact that they’re not into slavery at all, and only want to play silly games during their leisure time, but still want others to believe they r a true dominant or slave. The latter r not dwelling in their blind spot room, but r simply trying to hide their true nature from us.
I think it’s safe to say that in general, people will deny all that’s not visible to them.
Not much to say about this one, except that nobody knows what’s going on in this room. It’s the unknown people. A place u know nothing about, and most of u don’t want to know about either. Still it’s an intriguing place no? Something like the dark forest u always were afraid to enter at night the time u were a kid. Guess u still r a bit reluctant to visit the woods on a moonless night, hehe. Who knows what could be hiding in the shadows eh? Nothing! No one! Sure enough u won’t find any demons, werewolves, vampires, zombies or other riff-raff lurking in the bushes and under the trees. That’s all old women tales. But what about all the other unknown life forms eh? And what if u would meet the serpent there eh? Or a duck? What would u do then eh? Yes i know, u don’t know. Nobody does!
Life taught me how to handle fear, to take risks, to value adventure, and to dive into the unknown. And besides, i’m easily bored and more curious than a cat. For me it’s thrilling to go where others don’t dare to go. It’s in my blood to test myself, to welcome challenges, to laugh at the warnings of the wise ones, and to mock the impossible by making it possible. So, already years ago i fetched me a crow-bar, forced open the window to the unknown room and looked inside, expecting to see darkness. To my surprise it was not so. The room was warm, cozy, and quite inviting. Another surprise was that i encountered many things that seemed familiar to me. Kind of a déjà vu experience actually. I realized all this shouldn’t have surprised me at all, cos per definition everything in this room belonged to me, was already mine from the outset. I just didn’t know.
So remember this: Contrary to what many believe and probably was imposed on u too, the unknown is not a scary place. It’s not a desert, a wasteland, a minefield, or a dark place u should avoid at all costs. It’s a beautiful place, a treasure-chamber filled with possibilities, promises, resources, and endless horizons for u to explore and cross over. The unknown is like a magnificent symphony taking u on a risky but also incredibly soothing journey on the waves of an ocean, the winds of hurricanes, peaceful lakes, and thundering waterfalls. It can destroy u. But only if u fear it.
This closed room of Johari, this so-called unknown territory, is not fitting the femdom way of living. A femdom and her slaves should consider this room their second open room. Maybe more private than the first one, but still open to her and her loved ones, her sisters and soul slaves.
It’s here that i found for instance an opening to the afterlife, based on the first 2 laws of thermodynamics. I wrote about that in a previous blog.
It’s here that i found a contradiction, a paradox nested within the core of my personality, a fantasy about an event which never will take place for real. Or will it? Let me explain.
I enslave men and women alike. I’m mostly at the extreme end of the d/s hyperbola. I never switch. I never wanted to be someone’s slave. And i never will be. And yet, the most thrilling thing i can imagine is, that one day a woman will come along who will mercilessly force me into slavery, who will unconditionally make me her own, and will imprison me for life. And i’m not talking some silly role play here, but for real! Brutal reality 24/7/365 forever!
As i said this will never happen. A few tried, but backed off the moment they realized i was dead serious about this, would resist their attempts with all my might, and rather kill or be killed than being enslaved. So i guess it can only be a dream, a fantasy never to be fulfilled. Or will it one day? The very thought of it keeps turning me on over and over again. R u that woman?
Hmmm, and u thought............ "Now when will she cut the crap, and finally begin to discuss Bill's windows?" Well....um......i could have, but u sure u r computer savvy enough for that?
Friday, March 2, 2012
During a recent exchange of comments/opinions i had with the owner of another blog, i wrote among other things: I don't trade anything. I don't think in priorities. I never compromise.
This triggered the following reaction: I call bullshit on that. A military member who's faced combat and has never had to compromise? Ludicrous Either you have no principles to be compromised or you refuse to acknowledge that you've faced situations in which conflicting principles had to be prioritized and action taken.
And a little later: In a variety of settings, virtually every single one I can think of, those are incredibly fanciful claims. From my vantage point as a family member of those who've been in combat I know it is especially unrealistic in a war zone.
So there u have it (1) . Stating that i never compromise, is unrealistic, ludicrous, an incredibly fanciful claim, and bullshit. Bang!
So there u have it (2). Stating that i never compromise, shows that i have no principles or that i refuse to acknowledge reality. Bang, bang!
It’s not my intention to discuss and repeat this here again. U can read it all on her blog. Find it halfway the comment section. As i recall it starts with me entering in the middle of her rant (and the usual follow up rants from her supporters) about on-liners telling her and other alleged dominant women how they should behave, saying: Hmmmm, is this how real dominant women write? All silly stuff of cors, but still good to have a laugh or 2.
What i do want to say here is this. The lady who accuses me of #1 and #2, is confusing compromise with making a choice. And choices i make indeed. All the time actually. But compromises? Nah, i hate those. They r not for me. I’ll never choose for them. Why is that? Cos when people compromise they never get what they wanted in the first place. And neither does the other party. It’s actually a lose-lose situation. And who wants that? Not me. People do it all the time tho. Why is that? Cos they rather go with less than to get nothing. And also cos they don’t believe that it’s possible to get what they want, or r afraid of the other party. So they choose to compromise.
To compromise became a way of living. It’s a lifestyle driven by fear for missing out, not being worthy, and cowardice. To compromise is seeking an easy way out. Often with devastating and horrible results. Of cors this makes its practitioners feel bad, lousy, and inferior about themselves. That they don’t want either, and can’t bear with same. So they start looking for a solution to sooth those feelings, to get rid of them. Eureka! How about making compromising a virtue, a good thing, a way that shows how realistic u r, how great u r in assessing the situation, and then act on it according to ur new found credo: "I did the best I could"? An absurd idea, but a helpful one. A sublime way to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds. And of cors a great excuse for being a coward.
No wonder they resist, and call me a liar and delusional, when i come along and casually declare that i don’t compromise. It’s too painful for them to be confronted with that, to be reminded of how lousy their point of view and how pitiful their behavior actually is. It hurts too much. It shatters their perfectly constructed world, their illusionary reality. "Damn, we can’t let that happen! En garde!" Ergo, what Ayesha says must be bullshit. Open mind anyone?
To compromise, to negotiate what is not negotiable, to discuss what shouldn’t be discussed, to stray from the highway and settle for a middle road, will only lead to more wars, more poverty, more inequality, more hunger, more bigotry, more betrayal, more hidden agendas, more distrust, and more vanilla slavery. U should say no to that! And act accordingly. Time to change a paradigm or 2 wouldn’t u say?
Yes it’s hard to think out of ur box, to blow up ur soap bubble, and to leave ur comfort zone for a while. It’s terrifying to acknowledge that most of ur views, beliefs, and paradigms, were imposed on u, that u identified with them without checking if they truly belonged to u, and that it is u who became a clone of ur society, blindly following ur leaders. Even more so, if u believe that it is u who belongs to the righteous ones, that u see things as they really r, that u deserve that medal, that u r a hero, that u have that glorious open mind, and r supported in that by other crippled ones.
Life is about making real choices people. Not compromises. Compromises r for people who don’t dare to stand up for themselves, who will betray their loved ones in favor of the enemy, and still believe they’re doing the right thing. And u know what? Even when making a choice without compromising, not being a coward, going for what u think is the right thing to do, and not giving in, u can’t be sure u made the right choice, cos u never will know what would have happened had u chosen differently. Yeah, life is also about taking risks, about celebrating them, about uncertainty, and passionately embracing same. Yes, when it comes right down to it, life is a bitch. She truly is. But a sexy one. Precious, passionate, and whimsical. Just like u always wanted her to be. Unless u try to compromise with her. Then life is a dick. He truly is. To be precise: A lame and limp one.