I’m often accused of ridiculing, mocking, and laughing at
other people. Especially in Cyberspace this seems to be the case. Many feel I’m
not taking them seriously, refuse to show them respect, and unsolicited pass
judgment on them. Next to that, a majority believes I’m way too rude, flaming,
condescending, arrogant, and exceptionally full of myself. That I keep on
criticizing their sacred ideas, beliefs, and alleged ways of living, is topping
it off.
And it’s all true. I am and behave like that.
Once in a while a creature pops up asking me: “Who the fuck
gave you the right to act like that?” The answer to that is: “Well, actually a
whole bunch of people, like for instance, I, jeg, eu, je, ikke, أنا , yo, ich, and of course
the incredible אני.
At
times, some of them can’t take it any longer, must give in to their anger, lose
their cool, and, unable to cope with the exposure of their vanilla reality,
start yelling stuff like: “Shut the fuck up Ayesha!” Rude eh? And so impolite
too!
So here I am, a pariah, a persona non grata, hated and
ignored, abandoned, refused asylum, and deported by the vanilla crowd from their holy premisses, as well
as by those who entertain the illusion that they are different from the masses and
are representing some kind of revolutionary/devaluated (bdsm) avant garde, a
new generation preparing the coming universal matriarchy, or whatever other silly quest
they might have decided to sacrifice their yearning soul to.
Zol es brennen, lol!Es macht mir nit oys.
Indeed I can only laugh at them, and occasionally give them
a piece of my mind, to keep them awake, on the alert, aware of their rigid
comfort zones, the nonsense they are spewing from there, and also to postpone a
bit the inevitably gruesome end of their pitiful illusions, fraud, self-complacency,
and the burial of their box. Yes I know, no need to tell me, I’m a saint.
But there are also a few which I don’t define as cattle,
would never ridicule, or laugh at. One of them is an extraordinary woman I met
in this medium some years ago. I’ve mentioned her before on this site. So here
she is for a second time. It’s years that we communicated. That’s often
happening to independent people. They meet, feel there’s chemistry between
them, travel together for a while, till they find different trails to explore
separately. Mentally they stay connected though, bonded without bondage.
I truly can relate to her. She’s a woman genuinely struggling
with her passions, willing to put herself, her ideas, her beliefs, her
convictions, and dreams up for discussion, without ever losing her integrity,
honesty, and pride. Yes, there we have one I do respect, take seriously, hold
in high esteem, and love. When we
disagreed on something, i.e. religious matters, our disagreements became
building blocks, not obstacles.
Here are a few (unedited) lines I wrote to her during the
years which I wanted to share with you. Just a few loose ends, often brutally
ripped out of the delicious context they once were in, presented to you in no
specific order, but nonetheless revealing some thoughts for you to ponder, to
internalize, and maybe of assistance to you to finally make that paradigm shift
you say you so dearly want, but never could find the guts, energy, or the time
to put into action.
Why I’m doing this again? Beats me. I just felt like it. That
should be enough eh? Oh yes, more than enough.
The disagreement principle
".......since the beginning of time." What is that......time?
To be "more interactive with people who
either believe....." may be nice, uplifting, reassuring, and enjoyable.
But it will only bring u that, nothing more. Interacting with people who r
challenging ur beliefs, convictions, paradigms, dreams, and proven facts, who r
disagreeing with same, putting capital question marks where u thought u had
answers, r the ones who indeed will make u feel miserable, lost, doubtful, and
wishing u had never interacted with them. But they will make u see more clearly
what u thought was already clear enough. They will bring light where u thought
brightness was absolute king, and they will show u that there’s darkness where
black is a laughable color. They will give u an opportunity which ur lovable,
ever supporting, encouraging, and huggable friends will never be able to provide
u with. An opportunity to feel the edge of life, the abyss of pain and sorrow,
as well as the peak of ecstasy and unbearable joy. Then, the waters of ur river
will be split open by the rocks it encounters, but grinding and polishing them
at the same time. Ur life will be one of chaos and harmony simultaneously. A
paradox for ur sweet friends, but not for u. U said u r on a journey? Then
travel!
I don’t think u want me in ur group, lmao.
Rut
1
I'm writing this in private to u, cos if others would read
the following, they would feel hurt. Not that i would care, but it's ur blog,
and i know u don't like hurting people.
It's always the same story. When u r down, there r always
plenty people around who try to cheer u up, assure u that all will be well,
that they went through it themselves, etc. They mean well, but it doesn't help.
On the contrary. It often makes u feel worse. So many who know exactly what to
do eh? But u, u alone, don't know. U really must be a loser no? Mostly they
just don't know how to handle the situation, and only can come up with some
clichés. In ur case, they silently hate u for being down now. U were always so
strong, so outspoken, so clear in ur thoughts, such a leader, a carrier of
wisdom and knowledge, etc. And..... u found ur path. U were on a journey. And
they r only halfway, or less. And now u fell? Shame on u! But they won't tell.
They r ur friends no? Friends don't do that. They're there to support u in ur
dark hours eh? So they won't tell u what they really think of u now. But u know
nevertheless. And it makes u even more miserable. U r doubting again. U don't
know really what ur path is. U want to be free, without having a clue of what
that means. U r searching, looking, wondering, and hoping, for the right
decisions, for a sign from the Lord/Lady, etc. It's one of the results for
idolizing so called positive and optimistic thinking. It also could be the
result of having buried horrible events in shallow graves. Events u wanted to
eliminate from ur new life. They will never stay underground tho. They r part
of u. Even when ur path eventually becomes a highway one day, full of light,
ecstasy, and freedom. U can't erase the past! And there's no need for it
either!
Now u r down, in the rut, and
feeling miserable, it's one thing to listen to all the small talk, to all the
platitudes, giving u at best some minor comfort, and the knowledge u have some
melodramatic friends around u, who ‘feel’ for u. There’s another path tho. And
a very simple one too. But…….. it’s a little unorthodox, a bit
paradoxical,belonging to the world of
uncommon sense. In fact, the world u’d like to live in. Try this:enjoywhat ur going through now! enjoy ur
misery. enjoy ur feelings of unrest, jealousy, confusion, or whatever u r
feeling right now. Go to ur backyard, expose that body of urs to the sun, play
some really sad music, and let ur tears flow like that river i wrote u about. And…… do all the things u wouldn’t normally do. Down with morals,
responsibility, and other freedom crushers. And for Lilith’s sake woman, shit
on sex for a while. Don’t worry about the orgasms of ur sex toy. When the urge
becomes too high for him, he always has his Manuela!
Rut 2
So this time u enjoyed the rut?
Good! It's no fun tho to enjoy a depression eh, indoctrinated and poisoned as u
were, that u must hunt for happiness, fun, and having a 'good' time.
Calling an intense emotional
episode depression, and even worse to define it as a sickness, is based on the intolerance
of a society which can't stand deviation from the norm, and thus needs to
punish people who do. Correlating pregnancy and depression is laughable, and an
example of this.
I said it b4, and will say it
again: NOT feeling depressed at times, in a world so full of war, rape, injustice,
hunger, child abuse, pollution,greed,
indifference, envy, oppression, terrorism, theft, murder, and genocide, is only
possible for the coldhearted ones,the
ignorant ones, and the ‘no matter what’ fun seekers. U don’t belong to those. U
will feel depressed again. Again u will be overwhelmed by it. And enjoy it
again. Well….. as long as u desire to sit in the driver’s seat that is.
The following clip is not really
my cup of tea and only a part of it could inspire me, but I know it’s Sicily’s.
Yours too? Then let it inspire and empower you!
Sex addiction
According to the SAA (Sex Addicts Anonymous,
of cors eh? And mind u, veeeery anonymous), u need only to answer 'yes' to two
(that's 2, or more than one) of these questions to make u a great prospect for
the next SAA meeting, a sinner, and one with a huge sex problem.
People who come up with questions
like that, probably have sex once every 25 years, as dry as the Sahara, behind
closed curtains, in soundproof rooms,using condoms to cover their big toes, and r asking forgiveness in
advance for giving in to their horrible sex addiction. It won’t keep them from
going out into the world like the ultimate messiah tho, imposing on the rest of
the sheep their wonderful guidance, cure, and salvation.
Now let me tell u this. If i
would attend one of those meetings, and would share only part of my sexuality
with them heavy addicted vanilla problem seekers, i assure u that all
participants would turn into instant alcoholics, or would seriously start
contemplating suicide.
Hmmmmm……..come to think of it, being the
majority and all, they could also decide to burn me at the stake. Better follow
the advice of my dear dead mother, who always said:“Stay away from the righteous ones, Ayesha.”
Realism
Nice,
sweet, and admirable. But an unrealistic and overdone romantic view as well.
The world is not like that. People r not like that. Oh yes, i know, i'm
generalizing now, which i hate. See? That's how it is. I can't stand people who
r generalizing and yet i'm doing it myself. Mea culpa. Be that as it may, it
still stands: There r assholes around us. In the Pagan communities as well as
in whatever community. I tend to find out the whereabouts of the more infamous
ones, to monitor their movements, and make contributions to destroy them. In no
way i’m going to debate anything with them! Not even with smaller cockroaches.
Instead, i dismiss them, ridicule them, mock them, and gladly send them back to
where they came from, which r either the sewers, or comfortable, safe, and
climate controlled dwellings. This has nothing to do with "bashing fluffy
bunnies" or bringing down any other species. It has to do with recognizing
the world as it is right now and how it has been for centuries. Which i can
prove quite scholarly on a global scale and by personal experiences as well.
Maybe some problems can be solved between peers, by serious, good willing and
passionate people in respectful debate, but to believe this approach could be
appropriate for all, is naïve, wishful thinking, and without the desired
perspective.
There’s a time for dreaming, visualizing a loving, productive, and sharing
human community, tapping continuously in on its better potentials, but there’s
also a time for realizing that large groups of our kin r not of good will. If there’s
a chance for the Pagan world at all, it should get rid of its parasites,
posers, fakes, infiltrators, and other slime-balls, and never go into a debate
with same. But u r very vulnerable in that area, as u, Sicily, once wrote, as a
response to a religious fanatic, that Pagans only know love, r averse from
hate, and other negative traits, while i still cherish to fight my enemies. See? Another
contradiction, as i hate to be a warrior. Mea culpa again. Btw, i love that
Enigma song.
All
It was always amazing (and
amusing) to me, that any religion or spiritual movement of which i have
knowledge of, can becharacterized by
trying to find the ultimate cause, the ultimate origin, the ultimate divine,
etc etc. Of course larded with many secrets, hidden plans, plenty mysteries,
and a shitload of tasks for us poor humans to unravel all this and to find our
path to Nirvana, or whatever ultimate state of glory, peace, and happiness.
In Hermeticism all is centered
around, or part of, The All. The All is male and female simultaneously. There’s
no division between the two. In fact, it’s ridiculous to speak of male and
female when it comes to The All. The All is all no? Everything included so to
speak, the full package, with nothing left out. (Of cors this could leave us
with the question of what is ‘nothing’, but since Sartre, nothing substantial
was said about that). But……… (there’s always a ‘but’ eh) trouble was knocking
at its door, and an endless stream of creatures was created from The All,
creating havoc all over the place. I always wondered why The All allowed all
this, why this was necessary, since everything was great and perfect already.
Hmmm maybe The All had some hidden masochistic tendencies?
It also strikes me all the time,
that although male and female where originally one, the female vanishes soon,
and we r left with the Masters, the ones who r carrying all the wisdom, of whom
we poor ignoramuses have to depend on. A
sly bunch of patriarchs these Masters, not really eager to spread their wisdom.
And especially not to us women. Well count me out. I prefer to carry my own
load. Always wanted to, and always did. Besides, never trusted the Patriarch
that much, that i would value his knowledge without adding a grain of salt and
other spices to his alleged wisdom. And believe it or not, many Masters
(hahaha) learned from me, and were only too eager to follow my lead. Well….
um…. uh…. after having received a little encouragement and stimulation from me.
And another thing: In Hermes
Trismegistus’ famous emerald tablet it is said that which is above, corresponds
to that which is below. Yeah right. Duh. In a universe which mainly hosts
spheres (and an overwhelming amount of ‘empty’ space) this really is a great
found. Worthy to mystify, and to make it a secret. Roflmao.
Compromise
".....with my lack of
compromise" Using the terminology u r so fond of: U r
blessed! Compromising is one of the most damaging actions u could undertake.
Compromising is nothing more than disguised competition. People compromise
only when they believe the other party is too strong to beat. Compromising
belongs to the repertoire of people who r unable to recognize the value and
importance of the needs of their soul,r
prone to give in to the demands of others,fear to be called egoistic or egocentric, willing to sacrifice their
passion for pseudo-harmony, and to bow for the insights and lectures of
mediocre and weakself proclaimed gurus,
teachers, guides, masters, and a bunch of other life-savers, whose only goal is
to lure u into their realm, in an attempt to eliminate their feelings of
impotence triggered by ur independence. They say they love u, but in fact hate
u for showing them how wrong they r, how miserable their life is, etc etc. It
was always so Carla. People don’t want others to deviate from the gospel of the
masses. They will do anything to bring u back to the herd. They will lie,
cheat, and even try to kill u for that. All in the name of what’s best for u of
cors, even using the name of ur God in vain. It’s pure blasphemy! So if ur at
the cross roads again, don’t abandon ur own instincts, ur own insights, ur own
experience, ur own beliefs, ur own values, and ur own desires. Don’t exchange
ur egoism for that of someone else’s!
For what it’s worth: I still
have to meet a person online, who has shown me more open-mindedness, honesty,
willingness to put herself up for discussion, and with such a drive to find her
own path, than u! If there’s one person online who should trust herself, than
it’s u. Don’t change!
Gender religion
Even the ultra patriarchal god
in monotheistic Judaism has a feminine side, namely the Shekhina. Of cors she's
not mentioned in the bible, being a "man's tale" scripture. In the
Kabbalah tho, there is no hesitation to discuss the feminine aspect of god.
There she often appears as the Matronit, and even as Lilith, who of cors was
condemned by the patriarchs to become a demon because she was even more powerful
than the masculine god. Nowadays she's merely seen as Shabbat Hamalka, the
bride of god, but still powerful and glorious, celebrated every saturday by all
Jews.
"So God created Humanity in
God's own image"
Be that as it may, fact is thatboth
genders carry each others sexual characteristics. We all have nipples no? Only
mine r suited for feeding while those ofthefather of my daughter r not.
His penis resembles my clit. Both genders have the same hormones i.e.
testosterone, progesterone, only the amount of it differs, etc. Although men
and women developed huge differences since they’re walking, conquering, and
polluting the earth, it’s a bit silly to emphasize these differences all the
time. Instead we should celebrate the similarities. We should welcome the feminine
aspect of the male, as well as the masculine aspect of the female, and not
supportingthe ideas launched in books
like, “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus”.Maybe exactly that was the message of the
ancient ones when they developed the idea of afeminine/masculine deity, so we could have an anchor to cling to when
in doubt about our identity. Separation of the genders might have been an
evolutionary cq biological necessity, but it shouldn’t keep us from re-uniting
our souls!
Miscellaneous
U know what good medicine is in
cases like this? To stroke his ego a bit more (which btw equals to stroking his
dick) by telling him that he's soooo right to believe u r not his equal.
Then.... take his shivering manly hand (softly eh), and bring same to ur
breast, breathing heavily (not heavenly!), looking up to him with ur hungering,
half closed, eyes, leaning towards him, placing urhead in total surrender against his super
duper chicken torso, whispering……….u know oh master of the universe, thou art
my property, i own u completely, u will do exactly as i say, as u r my slave,
far from being equal to me.
From then on…..it will be ur
story.
U know why i keep writing 'r' 'u' 'b4' etc? Various reasons.
But one of them is, that i like to provoke grammar and spelling freaks, who
can't get it into their head, that both change over time, and what is 'wrong'
today, will be 'correct' tomorrow, etc. Besides, i rather master speaking
several languages, instead of writing one or two 'correctly'.
That's
why i keep contributing to ur blog: The feeling and certainty that u will make
ur own decisions. I don't want any followers. I don't want to be one who's
guiding others. I have no tendency to be a teacher. I don't wish to establish
another movement, religion, anti-religion, or silly secret sisterhood.
I think u r the right stuff when it comes to breaking loose from the curse of one-dimensionality.
Like me, u will be practically alone tho. Which in my view, is better than to
be surrounded by people who'll never have the spirit nor the guts to really
think out of their boxes or bubbles, only fooling themselves that they do.
Once the breakthrough is there, the most difficult and enjoyable part is still
to come: To take action on ur insights, to develop and maintain same.
I wonder what would happen if one day ur path would cross my Escher highway.
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On
appelle gens de bien ceux qui font comme les autres. ........C’est la vie, la
peste et le choléra!
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!
לאןאתההולך
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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?
The woman in the picture above? Nah, i know her pretty well, and i
can assure u, she’s in perfectly good health and excellent shape. Just look at
her! Isn’t she all one could ever wish for in a woman? Ok, ok, she has a few
nasty flaws as well, and some may consider her a bit provocative, while some would
even accuse her of being a flaming bitch, a mad woman, a no good destroyer of
vanilla values, and therefore in the end inevitably will come to the conclusion
that she must be sick. But…um….. that’s only cos these people belong to a class
i like to refer to as mental dwarfs. So no, she’s not sick. Just not normal.
What about the one on the horse then? Maybe shecaught a cold or something? I mean, riding a horse naked could cause that eh?
Again, no, nothing of the sort. And the horse is fine too. I mean this horse,
cos there r many horses which r not, due to the way some people treat them. And
that’s what this particular blog is about: People who get (sexual) pleasure
from abusing animals, i.e. horses, a.k.a. zoosadism.
A Triptych
Part One........Horror & Shame
Animal cruelty is all around us. Just think of what’s going on for
instance in circuses, laboratories, slaughterhouses, some religious rituals,
movie making, and fishing (especially when hunting for shark fins). And don’t forget these so called sports, i.e. dog
fighting, cock-fights, and bullfighting. I hate those, can’t stand them, and
often mock, ridicule, and challenge people who practice/admire same.
Here’s an example, a quote from what i wrote on my site in feb2011: Years ago a man invited me to a bullfight in Puerto Vallarta. When i
cheered for the bull the moment he drove his horns into the belly of the coward
‘fighting’ him, my companion feared for my life (and his i guess), and hastily
tried to calm the crowd where we were seated, nervously explaining to them that
i was just an ignorant Gringa, lol. Me, a Gringa, can u imagine, hahaha.
Recently i was kicked out of a yahoo group. Yep, stuff like that happens
to me a lot (sigh, sob).
The owner of this particular group, a slave to his
spouse whose dominant instincts he claims to have awakened and to whom he
taught how to handle a bullwhip so she could punish him for whatever what, had
more than enough of me criticizing him and his affiliates regarding ‘hard
horseback riding’.B4 it came to that,
he praised me for my comments, telling me also i was “a natural born female
supremacist” (yes, his words). Hahahaha, me a female supremacist? That poor guy
probably never took some time off to read my take on that silliness. Or maybe
he did, and instantly went into denial?
Btw, what about u eh? U too believe that females r supreme and
superior to males? U do? Oh noooooo, pulleeeezzzz, repent, adjust, change,
convert, and stop that nonsense! What? U can’t u say? U r a hard believer u
say? A rock without any doubt about our superiority? A fiery defender and
relentless protector of Womyn’s Rights, unshakable in ur sacred quest? U too
belong to the ones living in err, dedicating ur life to female supremacy, and
will do anything to be an apostle of its rotten religion? Well….um….ur rotten
religion eh, as there r not so many women subscribing to ur phantom church.
Anyway, high time for u to read “Forget it” (again)!
Damn, now where was i? Oh yes, i was telling u about the one who
couldn’t bear with me anymore. Andthe
ones following in his wake were very happy too once i became invisible in his
(their) world. Cos that’s what he was defending: A world were horses r seen as
a kind of commodity, a thing to be used, a living being to be cruelly hurt,
pester, tortured, and abused, only existing to satisfy the lower instincts of a
bunch of indifferent people who r playing down their lame attitudes and acts
toward those animals by trying to convince themselves and others that what they
r doing is beautiful, claiming to have the right to make the life of a horse as
miserable as possible, only focusing on themselves and their deep seated sad
drives. What a world. Yuck! Sick!
As a matter of fact, i consider these animal ‘games’ worse than
‘nazi-play’, and u know what i think about the latter. Oh u don’t? Then go
here, and learn.
It all began after i had posted this: Ah that infamous hard riding,
a.k.a. challenging riding or extreme riding. Here it is i who is wondering now
how it is possible that a femdom could engage in this or encourage same. How is
it possible that a woman could participate in the abuse and the deliverance of
pain to an animal, i.e. a horse or a donkey, a creature absolutely not craving
activities in the realm of d/s or s/m like some humans do. It’s disgusting!
I love horses and own several of them. I love the feeling to ride on their
powerful backs, to speed along beaches, or softly talk to them during a relaxed
ride in the forests. I was a kid the first time my father let me ride a pony.
Since then horses were my trusted friends, and i will never lay a whip on them.
And spurs? To hell with them!
Among other
things, the head-goddess in that group replied: “……..please, do
not judge nor post negative msgs about hard riding, since Riding Cult is one of
most beautiful things we enjoy. So please respect our tastes and preferences.”
Turn a blind eye? Respect something i can only hold in contempt? Leaving
something untold simply cos these people want to be among themselves, not to be
disturbed by soft creatures like myself, or, as the afore mentioned slave so
colorfully and eloquently expressed, not having to deal with ‘a pain in the
ass’?
Well, that’s not me. So i wrote back: Look sister, i think u r one of
a few commercially oriented women in Cyberspace who know how to wear boots and
leather in a feminine way and to a certain extent is skilled in the art of
whipping. I could befriend u for that, and maybe even more. But u lose me when
it comes to hard riding for reasons i explained already. And i will speak my
mind whenever and where ever i feel like it. No matter the consequences!
Rest assured tho i won’t bother u and ur clients here anymore with my insights
and actions about same. Well maybe. No promises! It had to be said tho, and i
did. Chances r i will dedicate some words on hr on my own site. But, unlike u, i
won’t ask u to refrain from commenting (no matter its content) after
publication of same, should u have the urge to do so.
And,
like i said, that did it, that was too much for Sir Slave. **Exit Ayesha**
Since i believe that group was created mainly to stimulate the
sale of their videos focused on vanilla femdom and hard riding, i’m taking
their r/l involvement with pestering and hurting horses (and donkeys) with a
grain of salt. To boost the sale of their products somewhat more, i’m also
under the impression that some of the postings over there, allegedly written by
different male and females, actually come from the same person. But that’s just
me. Maybe i’m wrong. Who cares? Not i. People r known for utilizing the
strangest marketing techniques to get their products off the shelves. Pleasing
customers is of paramount importance. Feeding their audience via the group with
what they r after, offering them a platform to discuss what’s eating their
souls, and to spice things up with pictures and an occasional clip, is possibly
a great way to make some cash. And one certainly doesn’t need ‘pain in the
asses’ like me to spoil all that eh?
The Internet is infested with groups and sites like that, although
a good part of them r not commercially operated,
and exist only as some kind of lightning-conductor for dealing with personal frustration
and to channel lowly brain activity to the private parts of the creator of the
group and its membership. Most members do not participate in the discussion and
never share anything. They just lurk, and hope that others will provide them with
the badly needed stimulants. Cheap as they usually r, many also try to illegally
lay their hands on commercially offered products. Then jerk off when watching
those.
But who r these people really? What does the audience look like? Who
gets off on watching animals suffer? Knowing the scene a bit, i think it’s safe
to say they come from all walks of life. They can be ceo’s, garbage collectors,
high ranking military personnel, drug traffickers, sweet moms (oh yes they
too),pastors, vets, u name it. The intensity of the drive varies enormously
too. Some people just need a little bit, others can only get relief from watching
the most despicable atrocities, or participating in them. It’s not unlikely
that these people r suffering from some serious psychological problems.
Within the hard riding area, many fans crave it when a horse’s
tail is tied by a rope to a fence or a tree, and then is given the spurs as
hard as possible, preferable not the English type but the ones with razor sharp
rowels! The poor animal can go nowhere, but frantically tries to move forward
in despair and agony, however to no avail. And they love to see the animal
bleed, cheering it to suffer as long as possible. Some use barbed wire as a
mouth piece, others r sexually turned on by breaking their horse’s teeth, and
the ones that r getting hard from seeing animal blood on the boots of a dame
coming back from a cruel ride, r countless. Sick!
To be clear, although i’m a saint, i eat meat (well not that
much), i’m wearing leather most of the time (my wardrobe is extensive), and i’m
not an animal rights activist. But……… i only devour eggs from free roaming
egg-laying hens, and strongly support animal welfare. In fact, i find the whole
animal issue confusing and struggle a bit with Richard Ryder’s concept of speciesism.
Be that as it may, to participate in activities where horses
intentionally and deliberately r harmed, i reject to the fullest, and consider
these activities mega objectionable. It’s sick and shameful!
Part Two........An Alternative
U know? It’s horrible to know that there r people who
r linking this shit to femdom. Even in vanilla femdom circles it should be
cursed and condemned! In contrast with what many seem to be convinced of and/or
r marketing, female domination has nothing to do with abusing humans, animals
in general, or horses in particular. People who r attracted to hurting animals
r simply vanilla sadists, absolutely not connected to the world of d/s. A woman
can strut around in leather and boots, wielding an exquisite whip, and riding a
formidable horse, without being a dominant female. But she can easily be a vanilla
sadist, or faking to be one, only to please a deranged man or to plunder his
wallet. In fact, femdom and vanilla sadism r alien and antagonistic to each
other! Femdom is the total enemy of vanilla sadism!
So, for all those in need of abuse and cruelty, why
not cross over and keep all that between humans? There’s pet-play u know? It’s
all over the mainstream/vanilla/recreational/commercial d/s place. Many women r
already pleasing their men by riding their robust backs and/or massive
shoulders (well, for some that’s fragile backs and/or sagging shoulders) during
hot times outdoors, in secret cardboard dungeons in the attic or basement at
home, during festive encounters with likeminded people in fetish clubs, or in
high priced establishments of the pro-domme world.
It’s huge people. There’s some serious stuff going on
in that area. No animals needed for that!
And u know what? No limits whatsoever. I mean agreed
upon stuff of cors. Ssc no matter what. Complete consent or nothing. Free from
stupid and unwilling animals which eventually could trample ur ass to pulp.
Truly an encounter between a demanding and instructed dominatrix riding her
hoof clad human horsie through the neatly vacuumed bedroom stall, proud tail
protruding from his ass. And don’t forget the spurs eh? Really sharp ones of
cors. Dig in ladies. No mercy!
Now wouldn’t that be something? Of cors it would. So
what r u waiting for? Go for it already! Go abuse and hurt that pathetic human
horse of u to the fullest! He deserves it! Make him bleed!
And once the initial training sessions r over, once
that mindless human animal finally learned his place between ur incredibly sexy
legs and out of this world derrière (never mind advanced cellulitis), it‘s time
to take it to the next level, to go out into the world, and challenge ur
competitors, lame couples who dare to rival ur unique female supremacy and
inferior male companion.Yeah, that’s the life
u all have been dreaming of!So what r u waiting for? Go
for it already! Go get those slimy bastards!
Ok, feet on the ground again. Back to reality. Back to
how women really feel about all this, what really is going on when they r trying
to keep their balance while riding on their man into the sunset. Back in 2010 i
wrote a piece about pet-play. It’s titled “Woof”. Regarding horses i posted: So, r there women who really enjoy riding on the back or
the shoulders of a male? A male dressed up like a pony, with a tail sticking
out of his butt? Women who dream about that, who get aroused when hopping
around in the bedroom, wielding their riding crops? I don’t remember i ever got
horny from that. But i sure felt stupid. I asked many women what their
experiences were, and all of them disclosed to me, they found it rather
inconvenient, ridiculous, if not stressful!
And that’s how it is folks. Not
sick. Only stupid. But highly preferable to harassing real horses! So go ahead,
play on, and leave them real horses alone!
Part Three……..How it should be
Here r two videos from a man who’s the opposite of the
creeps and i mentioned in Part One. A man who knows how to relate to
his horses, who tries to understand them, instead of making their lives miserable
and full of discomfort and suffering. A human being i want to salute, and respect indeed. Watch,
enjoy, and learn.
And to close this up, here’s one of my favorites. It
pictures what i love to do as well.
Dominant female, promoting feminine femdom, as opposed to trendy and recreational femdom.
My slaves r powerful, challenging, lustful, and hungry for my whip. Together we ridicule fascists, quasi-femdoms, and boy scouts.
