Saturday, December 1, 2012

Quo Vadis


You don't know what that means? Look it up, and expand your knowledge a bit! You don't want to? That's ok too, enjoy the moron that you are, and maybe, if your literacy is equipped enough to read the rest of this blog, you'll understand the meaning of it later on. 




In the late (er….now very decomposed) Yahoo 360, I dedicated a few lines on this then new Yahoo platform, which, as some of you will remember, had to make place for Yahoo Pulse, now dead as well. Anyway, named lines were rather sarcastic, a bit cynical, condescending, and also somewhat ironical. Not that I would uphold an overload of all of these fine and uplifting personality traits in what is frequently called real life. But in virtual environments, like for instance this one, heavily infested with the worst members of the human species, inevitable they will look me up, find me, crawl into my system, take over, and possess me, to be expressed freely and randomly, as well as intensely, passionately, gracefully, and ruthlessly gentle.

Social networking has something to do with communication. At least, that’s what I thought. Communication in the virtual world is mostly restricted to the written word, responding to the writings of others, receiving replies, so on. At least, that’s what I thought. The virtual world is pre-eminently a place where one can meet virtually anybody, to discuss, to exchange ideas, to learn from cultures one would never have dreamt of visiting in r/l, to deepen and enrich each other, etc. At least, that’s what I thought.

  
إلى أين أنت ذاهب



Let’s have a peek at what’s really going on in what is called the adult neighborhood of CyberCity.

First of all we have the SD. No, no, no, I’m not referring to those German creeps from WWII, although many here still are addicted to Nazi shit. In this case, SD stands for Sexually Deprived. Many come here to express their sexual preferences, minutely telling us about experiences they don’t dare to go after in real life, but never the less quite often presenting those as if they really would belong to their daily dose of happiness. Example? Running around with a chastity device attached to a part of their body which actually doesn’t need one.  No, I’m not talking about these overly serious FLR “lifestylers” who are light years away from even vanilla femdom and bdsm activities. No absolutely not, as these folks are truly dedicated revolutionaries, a.k.a sissies, preparing for the coming of the Neo-Martriarchal State on Earth. I’m referring here to the self proclaimed kinky ones without kink, the thrill seekers without a thrill, the ones suffering in the office against their will, the ones constantly quarreling with their wives about nothing, the not understood and devaluated ones, the ones cowardly and secretly bragging from behind their keyboards, so on.  Yes, they rather spit it out here in the virtual world, believing it will stay anonymous, unknown to their 9-5 co-workers, friends, gurus, and pastors, often using foul language to no end. I came to believe that the accompanying cock/vagina/sperm pictures, preferably in very high resolution mode, are intended to compensate for the up-loader’s sexual impotence, corrupted libido, or some other frustrating quality. Vulgarity has not limits in Cyberspace. Filth is in.  

The next video is just a replacement. The original one was removed because it allegedly violated YouTube's TOS. And we can't have that eh? Watch the new one, as it's still picturing a bit the intended atmosphere. I recommend to watch the complete movie. It's one of the best in its genre, and certainly light years away from all the femdom-junk most of you are used to!

Wohin gehst du?



Then we have the SS. No, no, no, I don’t mean those other German creeps from WWII, although their are many in here who still get aroused when wearing their uniforms, posing as if they were the real ones. In this case, SS stands for Shy Snob. One easily can identify them by their profile pictures, in ancient cyber times resembling a grey paper bag with cut out eyes, afraid as they were of…….yeah, of what really? Nowadays we have colorful exclamation marks exclaiming nothing whatsoever, scenic landscapes, meaningless silhouettes, or pornographic pictures stolen from other sites. Never a picture of themselves!


Nonetheless they mostly maintain an attitude as if they were God’s gift to the Cyber-Universe, demanding respect, recognition, and support, no matter the lowliness of their existence. Among them we can find countless victims of society. Well that’s how they see themselves. Complaining about all the injustice that came their way, and whining about all the bad cards that were dealt to them, is more often than not the order of the day. Quite often they show SD qualities as well.

Où allez-vous ?


As a third party the SM come marching in. No, no, no, they have nothing to do with the Marquis, or tortured Leopold and his quasi cruel Wanda. In this case, SM stands for Sophisticated Moron. They lack any conversational skill while they’re convinced of the opposite. Here we can meet lame lecturers, lousy scholars, and intellectuals not found fit enough to be allowed to join the Mensa clique. Normally they come in during the morning, wishing each and everyone (yes indeed) a very good morning, not worrying for one nano-second about time zones. When they turn in, they joyfully tell the world they will turn in, wishing each and everyone a great evening/night, again not concerned about time zones. In between these landmarks in their life, chances r, they’ll wish us a fabulous afternoon, adding often to it their deep desire that our weather will be fantastic. Always in a polite, respectful, and profoundly hypocritical way. Throw in also a few lousy jokes, an abundance of cliché wit, lame excuses for not having blogged lately (as if we could care), an occasional naughty (gawd how i hate that word!) remark, or a way too extensive report covering their latest experiences with chastity, a severe hairbrush encounter, or a recent backlash from having used the wrong dishwashing liquid (yes you got that right, it’s the FLR aficionados here all over again) et voilá, there you have it, their complete repertoire of communication. Oh yeah, and they can’t cope with any criticism either, lol. Ah those poor things, so vulnerable, so touchy, and so righteous. I don’t think you’ll in the mood to ask me, but I tell u straight up: It’s internet contamination and decomposing crap! Yep, that’s what it is. Smelly too. 

где вы собираетесь?


Last, but certainly not least, there is the IP. No, no, no, I’m not talking internet etiquette here. In this case, IP stands for Interesting Prospect. Bang……..you never saw that coming eh? Not that there are many, but they do exist. Quite often there’s a promising picture displayed on their profile page. Rarely one of themselves though, but still much better than the one of a SS or the fake cock up-loaded by a SD. When I see one, I immediately invite that person to connect. Yes I do, believe it or not. That hungry I am to finally meet someone in Cyberspace to communicate with, to have less triviality for once, and to virtually escape the common crap and sexual nonsense for a while. Alas, after a few interesting words with them, most turn out to be SM’s or SD’s as well. They back off as soon as they feel that I’m serious, they realize that I can be playful but never play games, and that I want more from them than the usual stuff. And in the rare case I invite them to meet me face to face, they jump up and speed into the other direction like a bipolar cheetah in its manic phase. Hilarious! In the end there’s only silence. The silence of tigers turned into lambs.

A dónde vas?


Damn, I almost forgot! Of course there are also SNP. No, no, no, not our beloved and cherished social network providers or the well known single nucleotide polymorphism. SNP stands for Sexy Normal Person. You know, the ones who genuinely are addicted to a deliciously devouring fetish like rubber, leather, boots, steel collars, well u name it, or the trans-sexual men and women who dare to have gender confirmation surgery, or people who can’t imagine a life without being enslaved to a tyrannical and whimsical woman, or the guild of sexy she-males, a.k.a. bimbos, always on the road to expand their sex life, or ……….come on, you know already. We are an absolute minority, discriminated, slandered, laughed at, persecuted, feared, criticized, and……… admired. Yes that’s right……admired! Many are jealous of us and envy our intelligence, originality, creativity, selfishness, arrogance, honesty, openly displayed vulnerability, megalomaniacal tendencies, ability to laugh at ourselves, independence, self-indulgence, impudicity, corrosive desire to really find and test our partners’ lusts, etc. Many want to be like us, do like us, live like us, but lack the passion, energy, and courage to follow up on that. Instead, to keep their fragile self-esteem from collapsing, they rather continue to disapprove of us, to hate our guts, to slander us, to demonize us, and to invent mental illnesses for us.

Dove stai andando?



You’ve read this on the front page of this Blogger site: “I will give u an opportunity to show greatness of character. Seize it!” So what are you waiting for? Why are you hesitating? Go for it, do it, and you’ll feel great. But only if you are the right stuff eh? Only if you have the stomach for it. Only if you stop conning urself. Only if you refuse to listen to that false and stupid inner voice, telling you it can’t be done, that your passion can only materialize as a fantasy, an illusion, a fata morgana.  And if not? If you can’t do it, if you must stay glued with your lazy ass on that uncomfortable chair fixed at the table in your debilitating and awful comfort zone, yes then, by all means, be a happy and foolish SD, SS, SM, or a crippled IP, slowly meandering to your final hole in the ground. Yes, that’s where you will end up, frustrated, alone, forgotten, having made the wrong turns and choices, not having lived!


 
לאן אתה הולך


 

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Um….noticed I abandoned “u”, “i” “of cors” etc? Isn’t that gr8? Yeah, Ayesha finally saw the light people, and gave in at last. Now she too belongs to the honorable S&G crowd.  What? Stuff and Giggles? No, no, no! Never, you hear! Well……er…..I must admit, u (oops!) almost got it. Almost eh? Of course……… it stands for Spelling and Grammar, silly. Btw, did you know there also exists an Anti Slang Syndicate, better known as ASS?




53 comments:

  1. What's new with your phonetic writing ? The Swiss-Germans have long been writing like that and all I can say is that it's a pain in the ass to read their texts. One has to pronounce them in order to understand what they mean.
    :-(

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    1. Hmmm, and to think a recent study found that Switzerland currently is the best place to be born in. Damn, what were they thinking.

      Um....what's wrong with a bit of pain in the ass? From what I've read online, herds of men are seeking just that.

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  2. Just a tip: in your Russian text, you should write "kuda" instead of "gde". Thus showing movement towards some place. Exactly like "wonach" as opposed to "wo". If she is getting ready, it means by definition that she is not yet where she intends to go. Right ?

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  3. Muggezifter sounds nice, as long as one can undertand what it means. I'll try through Google. Seems to be a brand of Zwiebacks. But it could also be a brand of Birchermuesli. I'll see.

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    1. It could also be a person who's sifting mosquitoes.

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  4. I see what you mean now. And as I understood it, may I point out that the correct spelling is Muggenzifter, not Muggezifter. Just for your information, for a lady keen on literacy. I prefer by far your pictures, they are great. This QUO VADIS one for instance !

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    1. Damn, is this true? Is there really something like correct spelling? Wow!

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  5. It's just because you are (between the lines) boasting to be multilingual... Reminds me of the people living in Biel/Bienne, who speak "indistinctly" French and German. I feel that even if you are living in Gringolandia, your are best at ease in your mother tongue, apparently Spanish.

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    1. "Boasting (between the lines)"? Jeeez, and to think I was trying to keep a low profile and not to show off the many languages and dialects i occasionally happen to have picked during my diaspora.

      My mother's tongue has been quiet for a long time now. Current situation? Completely decomposed.

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  6. It's not difficult to understand that you are multiligual. It's a big plus, because it gives one a multifaceted mind. It's also quite useful in awkward situations, such as being taken by the militia to a police station in Almaty, being interrogated by 12 threatening guys, and ending up after 3 hours at the bosse's desk, telling them joke in Russian. So do not worry if you are not perfect in your multilinguism, it's a huge plus. But do not forget your monther tongue, it's the basis of your personality. C'est compris, Madame ?

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    1. Jiatztn pass amoi auf Jack, wos maanans damid, und wohea wissn's denn dehs?

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  7. Correction:
    jokes
    mother

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  8. Ja, ufpasse isch nötig ! Viulen Dankr ! Para decirlo en este idioma tan bonito... como una Halskrankheit :-(

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  9. moll aber jeechterlis au! sie oordäli

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    1. Ach schiet toch op, wat een achterlijk gelul, natuurlijk klopt er geen anderhalve reet van. Zelfs elke minimale mafketel zal dat beamen!

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    2. As they say in Nepal: Ishbunz verschnückt !

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    3. May I add, dear Madame Ayesha, that you are a genuine kernel of feminine wisdom !

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  10. Ti milate metaxi sas! Bin doch so froh, mal wieder was von DIR/mir zu lesen. I ve got a double Hernie and need a surgery soon. Labora fecit. gemuitelig dagen. Hahahah

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    1. Einen doppelten Hernie? Na so eine Scheiße! Wann findet die Operation statt?

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  11. Your posts are always thought provoking and never dull. Thank You for Your gifts to the rest of us. oxox

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    1. I take it you mean with "the rest of us", the elite which doesn't belong to the rest that hates us for not resting till we've put the last rest of vanilla leftovers still lingering within us to a rest? ;)

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    2. Here we are ! Nice to know that you are a leading member of the self-appointed "elite". Just the same as the so-called "classe politique", people who mutually congratulate themselves in the belief that they know best what's good for the citizens, kneeling low down there below the walls of the classe politique's castle...

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    3. Hmmm, I knew that most males are even easier than the easiest of easy eggs, but that you, a powerhouse among the powerhouses, were their champ was new to me.

      Regardless,

      - "self-appointed"? So untrue! I was forced into it. Who's responsible for that evil act? Them brainy morons from the vanilla elite of course!

      - I don't give a rat's ass about what's good for the citizens, a.k.a. sheep or cattle.

      - Indeed many want to be allowed to kneel at my feet. Guess what? They don't have the guts to give it a try. Why is that? Think my champion, think, and I'm sure it will come to you. Oh, and maybe this will help you to set baby steps into the right direction: http://ayeshafonseca.blogspot.com/2011/08/kneeling_28.html

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    4. -Sorry if you have been forced. Perhaps you mean to say that you underwent trauma in former years, which would be a fair explanation. I agree with you that the so-called elite are full of morons.
      - I do give a rat, because I was born in a proletarian family and after understanding how society work, I decided to fight those who take advantage of the lower strata. I don't think it's a worthwhile life spending it looking at one's bellybutton (or vagina).
      -Thanks for the invitation, but I think that you would be hardly able to make me progress. I have met exceptional ladies before you and have learnt a lot from them. You are still (reportedly) young and luckily have enough time to learn a lot from life and become a full "tshelavek".

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    5. Hats off! Not only are you the undisputed champ of the Scrambled Egg Clan, but also an enlightened warrior fighting at the front lines of the Lower Strata Army, and on top of that holding the distinguished position of Father Lecturer Supreme of the Patronizing Patriarch Party.

      See? Now u made another mistake! As one who understands how society works, you really should look into that, and try to avoid such blunders. Anyway, you COULD learn a thing or two from me when it comes to waging war against those filthy oppressors of your beloved people. Well...um....i mean if you really are a fighter in combat literally. You are not one of those cozy armchair socialists eh? "Jeeez, Ayesha, shut the fuck up, of course he's not! He was fighting side by side with the FSLN, remember? Somoza is still tossing and turning in his grave when he's thinking back at what Chac and Daniel did to him!"
      ****Ayesha grumbling: Damned pussy gazing!****

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    6. A million thanks for your illuminating reply, although I am not clever enough to understand which blunder you are referring to. Kindly specify ! As for Somoza, after the bazooka shot which killed him, I do not think that he has enough "sesos" left to think about the Ortega brothers. I did not meet them personally, only Comandantes Borge and Wheelock. But not in the Lobo Jack disco, a shelter of peace respected by both sides even during the Revolution.

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    7. I'm asking myself again: "Hmmm, was this man actually fighting in a war zone during this Revolution, relentlessly eliminating the enemies of the people with his favorite weapon, or was he only supporting these heroic freedom fighters from afar, and having the obligatory drink with the unyielding Comandantes during the after party?"

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    8. Voler au secours de la victoire n'est pas mon genre, chère Ayesha. Et pour ce qui vous concerne, on ne peut pas dire que c'est la modestie qui vous étouffe...

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    9. Answering questions doesn't belong to your genre either. Or maybe your reading skills are a bit below par?

      There's no reason for me to be modest, but, considering all the touchy, sensitive, and fragile people which can't resist the urge to approach me, I'm keeping a rather low profile, and refrain from showing them MyEgo as well, so they won't feel too miserable and inferior when standing next to me in the limelight, or are comparing their mediocre way of living to mine. It's just the social worker in me. That's all.

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    10. In the first place, just to reply your query, I did help the Sandinistas, not with my hands but with my brain, because I do have some power and contacts in my home country. And secondly I must confess that given your attainable superiority over other human beings, there is only one solution: we should erect a monument to your grandeur, next to which Charles de Gaulle is a dwarf (and Sarkozy a cockroach).

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    11. PS: I was so impressed by your superiority that I wrote attainable instead of UNATTAINABLE. Please accept my humble apology.

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    12. Nah, you were just sloppy, and/or joining (again) the cohorts which resent women like me.

      About that statue? I'm not the type for that, and besides, there is one already, but not in Paris mind you.

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    13. I'll be off to Almaty the day after tomorrow. I shall surely miss your stimulating messages during the 3 weeks spent there. I'll not propose Nazarbayev to erect your statue there, as he keeps this privilege exclusively for himself
      :-(
      Although he has not dared eliminate the statues of Lenin. After all, Nazarbayev is a recycled ex-soviet leader...

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    14. Resent? You must be dreaming ! On the contrary I do appreciate your wit and your dominant character. Ladies such as you are very, very rare and hence very precious !

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    15. Hahahaha, yeah right! Du hast ooch noch keen’ nackten Mann ’n Bonbon an’t Hemde jeklebt.

      No Internet service in that village?

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    16. That "village" Almaty is larger than your San Francisco and besides they have fabulous architecture, theaters and so forth. Lots of intelligentsia because good ol' Stalin would send there all those who were a threat, being too clever. The actor Tolokonikov is my friend. They have electricity, movie theaters (with sound and colour, mind you !)and internet is everywhere, the problem being that there are lots of prying eyes watching it. I'll see and try. Paka !

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    17. And you thought i didn't know? Must be your fading memory, as you could have known from one of my previous comments :)

      I fail to see the link to SF though.

      Oh yes, them darn prying eyes. Very dangerous those.

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    18. Wild guess... As I know that you live in California, I just supposed that you are based in San Francisco, where there is a higher than average proportion of artists and of dominant females. I find SF much more interesting than LA, even if I nearly fell down to my death from a cliff.
      Almaty, formerly Alma Ata ? I know that you know, I was just playing along with your "village" taunting. By the way, may I recommend that you have a look at "Heart of the dog" (Sabatshe Sertse), a film based on Mikhail Bulgakov's book written in 1925 ? You'll see there my friend Tolokonikov.

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    19. I find a male wanting to be a pet to a woman, i.e. her dog, pathetic and ridiculous. So why should i go and watch a movie about a dog (played by your friend Vladimir) who's transformed to a creature with human characteristics, and later, after the good professor realized how stupid his act was, brought back again to his animal status?

      Again you failed to pick up the clues, and blindly followed your own assumptions,lol. Although I'm quite familiar with the west coast, i'm not living there. Not in SF and not in LA.

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  12. Well perhpas it wasn't as deep as that, but rather those who look beyond the whip, tickle, cheap thrills, aspect of the lifestyle to find substance to add to the frills and lace we find ouselves happily encased in ;) Not that there is anything wrong with a whip, tickle and cheap thrill from time to time! oxoxox

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    1. Deep enough for me sugar :)

      A cheap thrill is only that when the one going after same is cheap her/himself. Not that I'm not getting aroused when mingling with the cheapest of the cheap and act the same, but that because they're only cheap in the eyes of vanillas, who are mostly utterly cheap themselves as seen from a feminine femdom point of view, hehehe. Yesss, there's a price on it, for it, and to pay!

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    2. Well, it both sides of the deal are happy, why not ?

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  13. Difference between cheap and cheap is what you wind up going home with, lol !

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    1. Or what is waiting for you when coming home, hehehe.

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  14. You obviously have the advantage there =)

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    1. Just do what they say the Old One in the clouds did: Create!

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  15. You can have whomever and how many ever You wish waiting at home, confined if need be being a Domme. As a gurl, attempting that is usually refered to as kidnapping or forceable confinement and would result in the PoPo going through closets I'd rather they didn't, lol

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    1. How about seducing a SOW, and then kidnap a PIG together. No PoPo ever would interfere with that, if you know what i mean ;)

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  16. That goes beyond cheap thrills full boar into disturbing *wink*

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