Saturday, June 11, 2011

A funny thing happened............

No, no, not on the way to the Forum, and not to the Moon either. Ergo, and this may be disappointing for some of u, this blog is not about Pseudolus and his gang, nor will it incorporate the Van Allen belts. But it was funny, and it happened too. Where? In a blog. Yes, in a blog. Which can be seen as a kind of a forum too, no? As a matter of fact, it was not that funny u know, but in a way it was. Guess it depends a bit on what u would label as funny, and what not. Or half-funny. Or only 20%. Maybe some people would have called it sad. Or silly. Or a milestone.

Which brings me to Watzlawick. Remember Paul? No? Well he was one of the leading authorities in the field of communication. I learned a lot from him, and loved to read most of his books. If u haven't yet, u really should try: 'Pragmatics of Human Communication'; 'How Real is Real?'; 'Ultra-Solutions: How to Fail Most Successfully'; and 'The Situation is Hopeless, but not Serious'. Funny stuff too.

One thing that kept me busy for a rather long time, and was most amusing, was what he had to say about how we interpret other peoples messages. When doing so in RealityLand, we respond, react, interact, and reply on the basis of all the info which is filtering through to us. We have sound, mimic, pantomimic, in fact the complete range of body-language. Did u know that even ugly and fat bodies can’t hide their language? No? Well, u know now! But tell me, how skilled r u to read that language properly? Huh? That poor eh? Terrible, terrible. Do something about it! U will benefit from it.

Anyway, the filter is of utmost importance here, as most people i know, including myself, block certain information due to the structure of their personality and the situation at hand. I think it's clear: We r selecting which info we allow to come to us, and which has to go to our garbage bin. And..... we're interpreting the info we harvest as well, therefore creating mega possibilities for misinterpretation of the original, already mutilated, message. All this seems to be 'natural' for us humans. Point is tho, to really make an effort, to really go for it, to understand what a messenger was trying to communicate to us. Well.... i mean, if we would give a rat’s ass. I'm optimistic tho, as most people i know in r/l, r emphasizing they truly want to grasp what the other is saying. Guess it has something to do with that open mind thingy i wrote about a few blogs back.

But no matter the sincerity of our attempts, no matter all the extra miles we r willing to walk, crawl, or dance, we always will stay in bondage with this. There’s no real escape possible. Only the Platonic illusion. Only the interpretation that we did. Which of cors is a good thing, cos i love bondage, mentally as well as physically. It’s great to completely possess a person. Not only for the weekend, or during a cozy evening at home, but for ever.Taking away from her/him any possibility to escape, is one of the things that makes me tick, that can awake that delicious side of me, which others fear, hate, and yet wouldn’t want to miss for heaven.

Btw, as i wrote so many times b4, that’s the difference between playing/acting and being who u r 24/7/365, between recreational/mainstream/patriarchal based femdom and the one i’ve baptized feminine femdom. FFD is in ur DNA, blood, or whatever, like it is with the color of ur eyes, the shape of ur bones, and the chemistry of ur limbic system, or it is not. It’s there 24/7/365, for as long as u live, or it is not!

Now, take a good look at the first picture above, a.k.a. the main picture. What is it all about? Of cors u’ve already noticed that the background is the Forum Romanum amidst a bunch of ruins in the center of Rome. Hehe, not Rome Illinois or a zillion other places carrying that name, and not even the province, but Roma, capitale d’Italia. Capisci?

Oh, u never visited Roma? But u should u know. I admit, many rats in that city, even the human kind, but b4 u die, u not only should visit Naples (no not in Florida silly, i mean Napoli!), but at least have tasted the air of Antico Caffè della Pace, and danced the night away in Goa. And of cors u wouldn’t want to skip the Foro Romano, hehehe.

Back to the picture again. Wisecracker mumbles: “Background? What background? What r u talking about Ayesha? Who said these ruins must be background eh?” And Smartass adds: “Yeah right! Who gave u the right to sentence these beautiful remains of human glory to background eh?” Ayesha: “I said that, u ignorant cookie. And what i say goes! Now shut the fuck up, u dumb rear end”.

Grrrrrrrr. Can’t stand these people, always arguing, always accusing, always knowing things better, and always questioning my good intentions. But ok let’s continue. What is that woman, holding the smoking gun, looking at? Is it the other woman? Is it the vase? Maybe both? What is she thinking? Is it: “That bitch is next”? Or: “When home again, i’ll buy a vase like that, but i won’t put those stinking flowers in it”? Maybe she isn’t looking at that woman at all, and ponders: “Damn, that bird got away”. Or: “Father in heaven will watch over me, even if i shoot Ayesha”. Hmmm, u know what i think? What my interpretation is? She’s smitten with me, and now that she’s done her job, and has put her rival away, she can only dream of a sexual encounter with me. Makes me feel hot!

U see? I’m sure some of u disagree, and believe she never could go for a person like me. Well, that’s ur interpretation, remember? That's ur assumption. That was ur filter acting up. And it’s wrong, hehehe. Besides, i also say, some of u do believe what i said, but would rather bite their tongue, then to admit same.


And who is she anyway? Where does she come from? Is she a hit-woman from Sicilia? Washington DC? Perhaps a sinister member of the Illuminati? And then, which one eh? A housewife from The Hamptons (no not England u moron. Geeeez!), fed up with her no good cheating husband? That slime-ball who vowed to be her slave, and then went to some porno teen? Could she simply be a model, holding a fake gun? And what about that other woman? What’s wrong with her? Is she in distress? Is she an abandoned Goddess from the ancient Roman Empire? Maybe there’s nothing wrong with her. Maybe she just had an exquisite orgasm. Or is meditating about a vase with flowers? U name it.

And u do u know. As do i. We do name it. We do it all the time. We seldom ask questions. I mean, with good intentions. Instead, we assume, interpret, and filter, without even knowing it. Mostly without wanting to know it. Well….um… u’ve just noticed, i do. I do want to know. I know exactly when i do it, and when not. Ok, ok, most of the time. And only when in the mood. U too? Do u? Do u admit it too? Really? Hmmmm, we’ll see.

Btw, have u looked in the mirror lately? Yes? What did u see? Was it u? Was it a reflection of u? Did u feel strange? As if u weren’t u? Did this fear u? Or did u love it? Oh, and did u know that as long as u live, and even after that, u will never be able to see the movement of ur own eyes? U think that’s nonsense? Try it!

So far u got my drift? Very good. So from now on u will acknowledge and share with me the reality, that ur communication with others is tainted by interpretations and assumptions, which, more than once, will only contaminate the flow of information, and instead of creating an atmosphere of harmony and understanding, even if u were trying ur best to avoid same, quite frequently will lead to quarrel, more assumptions, disagreement, more interpretations, silly arguing, jumping to conclusions, stupid accusations, more assumptions, oppressive actions, and finally to a complete status of amnesia of what this was all about in the first place. Of cors this wouldn’t necessarily mean u would come to ur senses, would try to see the fun of it all, or take a hike. Chances r u would go on, and on, and on, trying to convince others how right u r, how wrong the other party is, and even warn that party to back off, or else……


Now picture these processes in Cyberspace, where we only have the written word, a more or less accurate profile of the sender/receiver, or no profile at all. Chaos i tell u. Not noticed of cors as long as we're scratching the back of our beloved ones, our brothers and sisters in crime, fetish, or d/s, and .......r scratched back. Yes, then we have harmony, and never ending love. Well, depending on our interpretations and assumptions of cors. Yes, then we're in Nirvana, Walhalla, or some other cozy illusionary sanctuary. But when there's some antagonism picked up by one of the participants, yes then, oh my, chances r, all hell will break loose. Just as it would in r/l. Havoc all over the place, and a cultivated specimen of Freud's Es (Id) will soon be stampeding through the virtual neighborhood.

U know, sometimes i do it on purpose. Cos it’s funny to pull a few legs, to provoke people a bit by tickling their paradigms, or to challenge their new found realities, missions, discoveries, and harmonies. And not only on my way to the Forum, the Moon, or in the blog of Dev. Yes, yes, it was her blog i was referring to. Only as an example tho, as the funny things that were happening there, r happening in many places, whether on the way to the Moon, the FR, or in other virtual environments.

So, these were the preliminaries. Enough of that now. In my next blog i will reveal all the juicy details. Or part of it. Or nothing at all. Cos i’m a very moody and erratic person u know. One moment i promise u this, the next minute the opposite, and the next day i forgot all about it. Yes, that’s me. And that’s a fact, no matter ur interpretation, no matter ur assumptions, and no matter what filter u placed between me and u.

R u still with me? Ti piace qui? Davvero! Molto bene :)


  1. You have been mixing with the "stay safe, stay kinky"-crowd from the bdsm-scene! Give them a hug from me, they need a lot of support.

  2. I have? Damn! But that's as far as i go! U go and hug them urself, dammit!

  3. I'd rather stay here and watch the Assumption Song video one more time. I get sick in my head when I roam around in Blogland. Too much cultural noise.

  4. Very nice! But still u wanted ME to hug those idiots eh? That's plain mean! And then the smell! Yuck!

    I know, i know. It was i who compared myself to the Nightingale broad and mama Theresa, but when i said that i certainly hadn't these people in mind, grrrrrr! So from no one i'll restrict myself to being a strict and merciless rubber nurse. I mean when there's an emergency in the ER.

  5. I needed a nurse but got a twat of a doctor instead, who dopped me up on meds... doing better now.

    You drive me crazy... You're like a drug but I don't want to be addicted nor will I dependent on you. Just for the ride, just for a little taste, a little drop.

  6. My sickness will pass. I'll just take a break from looking at kinky vanilla blogs, and rest a little. Can't have vanilla illness where there are strict and merciless rubber nurses! Their treatment could pop the patient's fuses if he isn't in top health.

    Or in my case, I could fail to connect properly, and not get that "drip", "drip" from the tip of my

    "In-fusion-tube, dum-ta-ta, dum-ta-ta-taa..."

    Kinky men and women will eventually find what they are looking for. Vanilla and kink will unite and become one. If they aren't one already? I don't follow developments too closely. The submissive men are still whining about their situation, so I guess they aren't quite where they long to be, in the warm and comforting embrace of the normal majority. I sometimes wonder where they take it from, "pain play", "piss play". What if they stopped playing so much and started taking certain things a little bit more seriously. "Right to play" is an organization working with children in war zones. Has nothing to do with adults in their safe bedrooms.

  7. @ WolfFox. I love to watch children play. But not when their play is controlled by adults, cos then they don't own it anymore, and it turns into a caricature. Similar to vanilla d/s aficionados playing their pain and piss soaps.

    The people u were talking about, will never find what they r looking for, cos they don't have the stomach, nor the intention, to look for that. Instead they constantly look the other way, embracing poor surrogates, as if they found what they were looking for.

    And there’s a huge difference between rubber nurse play, and being a rubber nurse! More or less the same when comparing vanilla femdom with feminine femdom. The first one is play, mostly very bad acting too, the latter is simply an expression of what’s carved into the body and soul of a woman. Stuff like that can be found all over the place, in the vanilla world as well as in the velvet underground, whether it is regarding art, common work, hobbies, sex, crime, u name it. Some people have it, some don’t. Some people r in it, some people r not. Some of them want to come in, but forget to open the door, and thus never will. Some women r femdoms, most r not. Some men r slaves, few r. That’s why there’s so much whining, complaining, and accusing. It’s an escape from admitting not to be the right stuff, and an excuse for failing to do so. It’s also the reason why these people can’t stand me, try to devaluate/resist my views on d/s in general, and femdom in particular. What they don’t seem to understand tho, or don’t want to understand, is that i don’t give a rat’s ass. I’m not here to educate them, to teach, or to defend/prove my views nor the way i practice them. I have no quest, no mission! But i will keep speaking up, ventilate my anger when in the mood, give praise when i feel it’s appropriate to do so, so on. Cos that is what i like. What people do with that is up to them. They can take it to heart, put me on a pedestal, try to burn me at the stake, throw it in the sewer, try to convince me otherwise, whatever. See? I’m THE archetype of freedom and democracy after all. Well………anarchy. Um….chaos? Vanity? Arrogance? It’s all fine.

    Caramba this reply almost became a blog by itself!

  8. @ Paula. Yes i should have been there, to take care of u. I mean in my way of cors, hehe. But then u would have become dependent on me, and that's what u say u don't want eh?

    But one day we will ride Paula. Yes one day ur dream will come true. That day fiction will turn into a addictive apocalyptic reality. A reality u can't even imagine today. But somewhere in ur soul u've got the feeling already, accompanied by a burning desire u r unable to describe, but which makes u so overwhelmingly horny, that u r on the brink to give in to me.

    One day Paula, one day.

  9. Just saw u earned a red belt in JKD. Very impressive! Bundled with my KM skills, together we easily could neutralize or annihilate any scumbag, threat, or male chauvinist pig in seconds. Would that be in the streets of Edinburgh, the slums of Maracaibo, or the back neighborhoods of LA, it wouldn't make any difference. U would be like water, i would be like fire. Feels good eh? L'Chaim!

    Um....An bhfuil tu damhsa liom?

  10. Give in? I'd sure try and put up a fight but why would I really want to resist... cause it's what I want. Just don't want to look desperate so I'll play on. I wouldn't dependent on anyone.

    Oh, stop the tingling! Oh, please turn down the heat! haha

    Don't really. What two individuals can make reality is incredible. We have the capability to do so, so much!

    We will be lethal. They better run or bring all they've got.

    Yes, to your question. Ride to the beat.

    Mwah! xx

  11. There r people out there who say i'm a dirty fighter. Can u believe it? As if i never would take a shower. Geeeez!

    Here's something we could dance to, and find some kind of a merger between our sweaty bodies. Get ur gear out, put on them heels, and turn up the volume, oh Vixen. Toca me, dammit!

  12. A dirty fighter? You? Would I believe it? I'd like to see it.

    I've been dancing all morning. I woke up, opened the curtains, let the light in and had some coffee then I pumped up the music. Some people say I dance like a crazy person or that it looks like I'm having an orgasm but what can I say? I feel the music! I'm in the music, they're only listening. It makes me feel good. Sexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxy.

  13. U r absolutely right Paula. Never change that approach!

    To become one with the music, to rise above it, to drown in it, to enslave it by the movement of our bodies, to possess it and be owned by it, will take u and me to our next level of passion and perfection, as we will take it there as well. Our dancing transforms music, tampers with it, squeezes the last drop out of it, seduces it to open itself up to us, to come clean with us. Then we mercilessly devour it and gently spit it out again, raw and pure as it was b4, for others to take over, to enjoy it as well, and like we did, to unite with it. The rest is just docile consumption of someone else's creativity, leaving the listener empty, fat, and frustrated. We don't want that, we want more, cos we r too greedy, too lustful, too unique, and a way too demanding, to settle for crap like that!

    I can’t remember fighting ever brought me what music, poetry, or sex bring me. At times it’s necessary tho. But, like i said so many times b4, there was no glory or satisfaction, the times i had to destroy an opponent, not even when i considered that one a filthy scumbag not worthy to breathe my air. So, when i have to fight, i don’t acknowledge any rule, no law, or convention (including the Geneva ones!). I want to end it quickly and efficiently, no matter the means or tools needed to make that happen. Then go back to my dancing life :)

  14. Cool. I have a chilled bottle of white wine and new shoes... and of course i'm going to pump up the music. See ya in that world!

    Sometimes I'm so distant from this world. I feel I may be in space. That's just an excuse for them to put me in a padded cell. They just can't understand me. That's not my fault. Haha.

    Now watch me.

  15. Divine Paula, forgive them, for they know not what they do, hehe.

    Ever heard of Sertanejo? Although the sound is crappy, watch this :)