tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post1871736118015303841..comments2023-10-14T08:20:40.438-07:00Comments on Ayesha's Saudade: The Passion of the Reality CultAyeshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-31433305212093098712010-01-16T10:09:59.633-08:002010-01-16T10:09:59.633-08:00Some years from now, i still will be a femdom. One...Some years from now, i still will be a femdom. One who still wouldn't care much about what others, especially those on the 'outside', think, feel, or have to say about me and the ones close to me. I will still hear their noise, and now and then even will listen to their babbling, but it won't affect me much. They on the other hand, will always cling to my words, whether they hate them or not, and feel even more lost than they already r. It's their destiny to be denied to dwell in my forest, or to live as my slave in the Labyrinth.Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-36883228772152041682010-01-15T04:24:49.264-08:002010-01-15T04:24:49.264-08:00My ending there is actually a little better I thin...My ending there is actually a little better I think, than the way you interpreted it, he-he. It is a little unclear, but it means to say: "Where she and her group of dedicated people fought until death."<br /><br />Makes no difference. Your reply would still be the same.<br /><br />And I will stop being an analyst. Nonconsensual is all about passion and creative impulse. I suppose. It's just that I'm dog-tired of seeing those special and powerful things exposed, embraced and absorbed - Breeding litters of copykittens. Not that it would alter YOUR personal world in any way, but here on the outside, some years from now...<br /><br />There was the analyst again! Take him away! What the f**k do Ayesha care about the vanilla cowards on the outside!?!Raposo Nevesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-12184785329056390992010-01-14T10:16:33.616-08:002010-01-14T10:16:33.616-08:00Oh but there is a widespread craving for my way of...Oh but there is a widespread craving for my way of living already u know. It's just not a genuine one, as many cravers vow to be ready to enter my enchanted forest when still safely at home, but when called upon their lifetime desire, suddenly they freeze in their cozy armchairs, shutting their doors with an extra deadbolt, lol.<br /><br />Followers? In r/l? Yuck. I don't want them!<br /><br />Lectures? Yuck too! Did that many times when still a pillar of the scientific world. And....it's written all over the place: Ayesha hates teaching.<br /><br />They're too lame to fight. Besides, even when they weren't, with my background, they wouldn't stand a chance.Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-59458417393229586392010-01-14T05:50:55.487-08:002010-01-14T05:50:55.487-08:00Beautiful reply. So YOU were the muse, then! I had...Beautiful reply. So YOU were the muse, then! I had, would you believe it, not made that obvious connection. Strange days, these, spent in "Ayesha's Saudade".<br /><br />You will become famous. The thing will grow, there will be a craving for your way of life. You will be asked to give interviews, to speak at length, to explain. You will have many followers, looking to you for guidance.<br /><br />The city is ever-expanding! Soon there will be suburban noises heard in those sacred campsites. I can see Ayesha's last stand. Where they fought and died.Raposo Nevesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-85172342320031680462010-01-12T21:09:18.725-08:002010-01-12T21:09:18.725-08:00Some of us r part of the forest, feel at home in i...Some of us r part of the forest, feel at home in it, find shelter in it, live in it, hunt in it, defend it, and share it with other inhabitants. No fear, no chills, no creepy feelings whatsoever. But for others, like for instance suburb dwellers and other vanilla thrill seekers, hiking our trails without having even basic knowledge and skills of nature, trespassing our domain,.....yup....in the end, when the campfires r left to smoking rubble, and the last string of the guitar was played, it can be a devastating and haunting experience. Cardiac arrest is looming in the dark.Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-78994295635888740792010-01-12T09:26:04.697-08:002010-01-12T09:26:04.697-08:00Now that jag at 2:20 was something! That was an em...Now that jag at 2:20 was something! That was an emotional moment for me - Thanks a lot for that fabulous cat. They are dear to me, these creatures.<br /><br />So, there was my link. Now sing, muse, about that legendary land, dreamt by many, sought by some. And found? Well, who knows...<br /><br />Non-consensual.<br /><br />Some people like to go into the dark. When you cannot see what's around you, you must sharpen your senses. It's a great experience. Some people like to venture into the forest when the sun goes down.<br /><br />The worst part is the beginning, when you come in from the light, unable to see anything. Your hearing is dull, ears cottoned up. That is a little tricky: You don't know who may already be in there, observing you as you enter. Those first steps are not so great an experience, actually.<br /><br />But then your senses becomes more aware, and you start to move around. Slowly, and as silent as you can. And you lose some of your initial fear. You seek the tiny paths and follow the terrain. You go where the conditions permit you. You listen for guidance.<br /><br />The forest at night is a wonderful place to be. The peace, the silence. And the sounds: You walk with the owl, and you smile at that startled frog leaping away from you, "Puc, puc".<br /><br />Here you get away from safety in numbers, and the clatter of the, often too loud, conversations.<br /><br />But there IS also another thing to it, being in the dark:<br /><br />Everybody knows that chill that starts at the neck, and spreads downwards in your back. That cold, cruel fear, when something unknown suddenly seems to be close to you.<br /><br />The jaguar is a formidable creature. He is American, a bit different from his African cousin the leopard, who will try to rip open your belly with his back claws, as he bites your neck.<br /><br />These cats comes out of nowhere, up on your back, and their fangs make round holes in your skull.<br /><br />But nobody would go into a dark place where there are known predators like that, would they?<br /><br />That would be considered consensual.Raposo Nevesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-6704650782366515442009-10-28T11:24:28.347-07:002009-10-28T11:24:28.347-07:00you're interesting. I came across u when I saw...you're interesting. I came across u when I saw u in my friend AdriAnna Opsey's yahoo profile. Interesting blog.chuck harrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07447022182770566911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-23309865940499706432009-10-27T10:00:27.975-07:002009-10-27T10:00:27.975-07:00Chicken.Chicken.Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-69921307129381160912009-10-27T05:38:58.732-07:002009-10-27T05:38:58.732-07:00I suspect you can tell me...I suspect you can tell me...Silverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05629223469393354299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-64801565703312611992009-10-26T19:06:56.141-07:002009-10-26T19:06:56.141-07:00Yeah right, but tell me, why did the postmodernist...Yeah right, but tell me, why did the postmodernist cross the road?Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-25158962301258863732009-10-26T18:29:52.085-07:002009-10-26T18:29:52.085-07:00Truth is stranger than fiction, is it not? Water m...Truth is stranger than fiction, is it not? Water molecules changing based on a monk's blessing? It's a neat idea but unfortunately the evidence is crummy and hasn't been replicated under controlled experimental conditions. Still, there's a wondrous world beyond our common sense notions. We're just beginning to learn about quantum mechanics, which are utterly foreign to our human notions of how the world works. And why shouldn't it? Our impressions of reality were shaped by millions of years of evolution. We evolved in the macro world, so Newtonian physics were more germane to our lives. <br /><br />Optical illusions are fun, but not so mysterious. They expose how our brain is wired to interpret our senses. True we make numerous 'assumptions' which are often false, but there's a reason for that. We simply don't have time to consciously analyze each contextual assumption for its validity. For purposes of survival we often have to act on stimuli quickly -- and thankfully we evolved with these skills; the ability to make most likely accurate decision. Interesting stuff, but not steeped in mystery or alternate realities. Beau Lotto (second video) was right on.<br /><br />The notion that there exists alternate realities is an interesting one, and not uncommon. Happily, these ideas passed their peak after the 1970's (no thanks to Michel Foucault). It's the stuff of conversation among philosophy students, but has little bearing in reality. Multiple realities? I think not. Remember, even postmodernists look both ways when crossing the street.<br /><br />-SilverSilverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05629223469393354299noreply@blogger.com