Snippets III: Politics, Law, Leadership

Here’s another bunch of random thoughts of mine linked to politics, law, and leadership, brutally taken out of the context they once were part of. Some people believe that this will change or damage their meaning. There’s truth in that. But i also believe, people often use same as an escape and excuse for not to be held accountable for what they once wrote or said. Besides, a sentence taken out of its context can become more provocative, mind boggling, controversial, intense, or striking, than it ever could have been within that very context. Given for instance the long-windedness, intransparency, and incoherency of many a prose, taking things out of context can be a great thing to do. And it does fit my personality, no? I love to picture things in their extreme form, black and white, black against its darker form, and crushing the grey areas of common sense, while knowing perfectly well that each coin has three sides. Call it one of my small rebellions, my tiny revolutions against a pedestrian crowd, led by fake feminists, narrow-minded freedom fighters, and ego-tripping world healers. Btw world healers? Go here.

And remember: A tree taken out of the forest is still a tree. A coward taken out of the crowd is still a coward. And a femdom taken out of her d/s environment is still a femdom. Well….um….she should be eh? Even when disappearing in a vanilla crowd, hehehe.

Here we go.


People can't handle the truth. Politicians dislike the truth. Legal systems resist the truth.

As long as people think they need leaders, and as long as leaders think they must lead, nothing will change. Many said they came not to destroy, but destroyed anyway. Many claimed their purpose was to help others. They lied.

Laws r serving and protecting those who can’t stand people who tend to behave differently from what the lawmakers think is right or wrong. In short ……be like me, behave like me, do as i say ……or else……

And of cors laws do also exist, cos so many people dislike to stand alone, and r afraid to make the decision between what’s right and wrong on their own!


People should try to get rid of the goddamn leadership, in whatever form it presents itself or is created, and, for a change, start being responsible for their own actions. We don't need anybody to represent ourselves, to take things out of our hands, etc. Maybe then, human indifference will decrease. And don't tell me it can't be done. I live like that.

Typical patriarchal rubbish. Only women striving for silly emancipation would have an urge to rule the world, and thus becoming clones of the male of the species. The stupidity never ends.

Sometimes i play along with politicians, captains of industry, or other self- proclaimed powerhouses, gradually choking them with their own filth. And these weaklings love it even, rofl.


See? That's what i mean when i say that in these so called democratic countries, the main goal of the authorities, being them politicians, ceos, teachers, priests, etc, is to keep people in line, to indoctrinate and infect them with their lousy norms, values, and beliefs, tolerating deviation from mainstream culture only when it stays within the boundaries of the establishment and its order, while telling them they’re free, and promise them to fight for their freedom, no matter what. Liars!

There r great women as well as great men. It's just that great men need guidance from great women. So let's go for the mix, and kick the scumbags of both gender to a parallel universe or something. That's how humans ended up on this planet too, u know.

True manipulators were brainwashed by their brethren (and sisters!) not to act like a bully, taught to present themselves as overly friendly, deeply concerned about the wellbeing of their victims, and indoctrinated with the notion that audiences r less critical when perceiving them as warm, compassionate, and caring.

If u want justice, u don't try to operate within the legal system in force, as u will be slaughtered by it. If u want justice, u don't fight governments, organizations, or groups. If u want justice, u go after individuals!

If on the other hand, u want to win, to surround urself with admirers, and to be seen as a pillar of society, yes then, by all means, go and corrupt the legal system, misuse it, find its loopholes, manipulate it, and be the champ of opportunists.


It's always the vassals of the stinking and slimy shitheads in power that do the dirty work.These creeps r even more disgusting then their leaders, as they always claim it's not their fault, but the responsibility of the ones who sent them. Most r even proud of themselves to have done their duty, goddammit.

Our world leaders? Those smooth talking snakes? The ones we (well not me eh) voted for? Them carriers of democracy, a.k.a the Righteous Ones? Ah, they r only interested in playing down El Mozote and places like that, to cover it up, to delay justice, and to keep in power the ones who support their smelly interests at home.

And that’s the sadness of the majority of so called revolutionists i have knowledge of. They all need support from others, preferable from large groups of people. Only a few realize, revolution incorporates the complete break with the status quo, and more importantly, once the storm came to rest, to take care not to crawl back to what u were fighting against, to repeat the same corruptive action, and abuse ur new acquired power. All the rest is just lame compromising.

It's the price of a decaying democracy, where 1 ass has 1 vote, and the big asses r manipulating the rest of the asses, so they can sit relaxed on their fat ass, making the rest work their ass off.


In their relentless quest to at least be seen as conservative sons and daughters of the ancient ones, nowadays conservatives want to produce at least something too. Lacking the creativity of the ancient ones tho, they created copy/paste, and r copying/pasting ever since.

The liberals? I’m not sure, but according to modern day scriptures found by conservative archeologists in the hidden cellars of the Watergate Barn, they too r desperately copying/pasting. But only material that already was copied/pasted by the conservative ones.

U might ask: “What on earth r these liberated conservatives and conservative liberals copying/pasting all the time?” The answer is: “Stuff from The Other People”. Of cors without even knowing who The Other People r!

Vanilla is not a word to describe someone who is different. It is used to describe the herds, clones, and clowns of society, which r replicas of an anonymous authority, blindly defending what is not theirs but was implanted by teachers, priests, politicians, parents, and other key people, who on their turn were infected by their educators. In short, the term refers to the masses which think, act, live, and die according to the role(s) their (sub)culture expects them to play.


I can’t believe there r women, claiming to be dominant, who clip the wings of their dominance by deliberately creating a “new” set of rules, or by eagerly submitting to other people’s rules.

I enjoyed reading ur story, and loved the ironic undertones. But let me tell u, i have my own tale to tell. Mine began in 1967. After i fell from vanilla grace a few years later, i created a world, free from rites and rituals, not related to gods and goddesses, and not embedded in ancient legends, holy scriptures, myths, and truths. A short story so to speak. And a lawless one.

There is no higher power in my life than i. Any deity, any dictator, any democratic government, and any rule, law, or regulation, can go to hell. I despise them all.

Kneeling

As u already have noticed, i created a bunch of captions related to the topic at hand. To keep the whole thing lighthearted, and to make long stories a bit shorter, eh? Naturally developed for ur entertainment, empowerment, arousal, and happiness as well. So enjoy. Well, if u can. Pay especially attention to the last one, where it gets more serious again!

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"It often takes a strong man to kneel at the feet of his wife." Not an exact quote, but words to the same effect were recently written in a blog of a woman who says she’s in a “fem/dom” marriage.

Within no time there was an avalanche of praise for her wisdom. Not surprisingly, as nowadays Cyberspace is bombarded with the thoughts of people who r in, what they call, a FLR (Female Led Relationship) or FLH (Female Led Household). A FLR is mainly characterized by women who subscribe to the idea of the “loving female authority”, and men who long to serve their spouse by doing dishes, laundry, ironing, making tea for her and her friends, and…….kneel at her feet. Quite often said males also crave to run around with a device attached to their genitalia preventing them from jerking off. Sometimes they love to watch their wives getting fucked by other men too. To make this look and sound more sophisticated, they call this cuckolding. All this is thought to be only possible for truly strong and special males, strictly led by powerful and loving females. It seems these people need to constantly convince themselves, and others, what a rare and special breed they r. Which of cors they r not. At best they’re at the periphery of their vanilla culture, experimenting a bit with mainly deep seated male fantasies and frustrations. Rarely will this result in the “real thing”, as they always find excuses for not taking "the last step", i.e. "the kids", "work", "parents", "society", and Lilith knows what.


Aficionados of FLR often mistakenly think their practice and intended role reversal (some call this "power exchange" lol), is similar to femdom, which of cors it is not.

I commented at that time:

"It often takes a strong man...."? That's how it is pictured yes. But is it true? Or is it simply hearsay? Maybe wishful thinking too? Do u speak from own experience perhaps? In that case, how many men knelt at ur feet so u felt safe enough to generalize from that?

Did i get an answer? No.

The man to whom initially her blog was directed to, commented:

"I agree with you 100% that it takes a strong man to kneel at the feet of His Lady. Like a Knight with his Queen."

Since this man was a follower of my blog, and belonged to a people i have a special bond with, i replied:

"…….it certainly doesn't take a strong man to kneel at the feet of a woman. It's really nothing actually. Quite simple even. Easiest thing in the world i’d say. Try it, and u'll see. Well...um.....unless ur legs had to be amputated after they were hit by a Hezbollah shell or something."

Combined with a few other exchanges the 2 of us had, this was enough for him to stop following me, and to delete my comments from his blog. I’m sure he’s still pouting, hehehe.

Seriously now. Why all the fuzz? Why should it be so difficult to go down on ur knees? Why should it be such a big thing to kneel at the feet of ur wife, gf, or any other woman? Besides, what’s the point? If a dominant woman tells u to go down on ur knees, u just go, no? U simply do as u r told, no? No strength needed for that at all. On the contrary, it would take a strong man to not go down then. And if she doesn’t order u to kneel, then what the heck r u doing down there in the first place eh?

Some believe that kissing a woman’s feet is an act of respect and love, or a reward for "good" behavior. I think it’s more an act based on ancient patriarchal thinking and medieval courtliness, and particularly rooted in the rites, dogmas, and rituals of monotheistic religions, where guilt, penitence, sacrifice, humility, and bowing down to a superior being r the driving forces. Add to this the hypocrisy of all these whining self-professed submissive males, who actually don’t want to give up control, et voilá, their struggle with bowing down to a woman is explained. It’s a major sacrifice for them. So no wonder they want to be seen as strong and special.

Kneeling at the feet of a woman has nothing to do with femdom, and the only time i would consider to order a men to get down on his knees, would be in a vanilla situation when, for instance, i have him at gunpoint.

Dance with me

It’s no secret. I’m crazy about dancing. With me on the floor, there’s no escape. U either will dance with me, and i mean DANCE, or i will turn my back at u, never to see u again! So u better be careful, and seriously make up ur mind, b4 deciding to go with me to this sacred place. Be sure also about ur dancing skills, cos if u flunk, and r unable to follow my moves, u r out as well.



And when a man can dance, i mean really can move his body to the rhythm, it makes me ready to even allow him to guide my own moves. When that happens, orgasm is inevitable. For both of us. Picture it :)



R u that risk taker? R u that dare devil? To lose ur reputation, and feel ridiculous the minute the music starts? Yes? U must be good. U must be very good. I can hardly wait to unite with u! Or u r a fool, who simply went into the trap, defenseless now, a willing prey, eagerly waiting to be slaughtered mercilessly.



Come on then, pump up the volume, loosen up, and let’s dance already! Even if it’s only virtually, and u will be left all alone there when it’s over, and never will have that orgasm. Or will u, hehehe?



Oh, and the next time u r in Buenos Aires, forget the mediocre hotels u usually stay in. This time stay in the Faena + Universe. And don’t forget to visit Salón Canning. When there, ask for me, and even if i’m not there, i’m sure someone will tell u a story u will never forget :)

To know me is to...........

It was brought to my attention that lots of people want to know more about me, my personality, whereabouts, likes, dislikes etc. Which is rather odd, cos there’s plenty of info about me in this blog, and elsewhere in the virtual world. And besides…… most of them lack the courage to share even a minimum of info about themselves, and rather stay in hiding, lol. Not that this would matter to me tho. I know my pappenheimers (grin).

Can’t find it u say? Seriously? Well in that case, either u r a dumbass, incapable of reading and/or searching, or the usual grumbler only interested in grumble.

But hey, never mind, this is ur day, as many moons ago when Yahoo 360 was still alive, a friend sent me this questionnaire, and as the good friend that i am, i took the time at that time to answer her questions, which she probably copied/pasted from a silly internet site. So get informed, enjoy, dislike, whatever, but make sure to……… remember.



1. Height?

5’11”

2. Have you ever smoked heroin?

No.

3. Do you own a gun?

Yes, more than one.

4. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?

It’s the doc who’s getting nervous when i enter his practice.

5. What do you think of hot dogs?

Well, as long as they’re a foot long……

6. What's your favorite Christmas song?

None.

7. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?

Nothing, as mostly i’m sleeping then.

8. Can you do push ups?

Yes. The question should have been tho…….how many?!

9. Is your bathroom clean?

All of them?

10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?

A braided silver belt, 4”wide.

11. Do you like painkillers?

Why should pain be killed?

12. Do you have A.D.D.?

No.

13. ??????????????

Oh jolly, i loooove question marks.

14. Middle Name?

None.

15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?

Hair, sweat, horse. Oh geeez......new moment already. I pass.

16. Name the last 3 things you have bought?

Leather dress, ice-cream, nail polish.

17.Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:

Wine, water, cranberry juice.

20. What happened to18 and 19 ??????????

They’re bickering about numbers.

21. Current worry?

None.

22. Current hate?

Fascists & company.

23. Favorite place to be?

That Place

24. How did you bring in the New Year?

Can’t remember.

25. Where would you like to go?

A parallel universe.

26. Do you own slippers?

Yes.

27. What shirt are you wearing?

No shirt here right now.

28. Do you tan or burn?

Tan. (I burn others tho.)

29. Favorite color(s)?

Black, blue, red, and dark black.

30. Would you be a pirate?

What u mean……would?

31. What songs do you sing in the shower?

Russian and Gypsy folksongs, arias from Lucia di Lammamoor, Carmen etc.

32. What did you fear that was going to get you at night as a child?

Hmmmm, i was waiting to get THEM eh.

33. What's in your pockets right now?

No pockets.

34. Last thing that made you laugh?

This questionnaire.

35. Best bed sheets as a child?

Whatever. All i know is, that i love the leather ones i have now.

36.Worst injury you've ever had?

Bullet in the chest.

37. How many TVs do you have in your house?

Haven’t counted them.

38. Who is your loudest friend?

It’s unusual for people to raise their voice when i’m around.

39. Who is your most silent friend?

The one(s) i had to bury

40. Does someone have a crush on you?

Many r suffering from that.

41. Do u wish on shooting stars?

Never.

42. What is your favorite book?

Go look in my profile.

43. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?

Marriage? R u kidding?

44. What song do you want played at your funeral?

Pietro Mascagni's Intermezzo from Cavalleria Rusticana.

45. What were you doing @ 12 AM last night?

Changing into something comfortable.

46. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?

First……..What the heck. Split second later…………..Ah ……….smells delicious.



So now u know.

Um......it's not my fault she left out all the questions u so desperately wanted answers to eh?

Come with me

A funny thing happened............ Part 2

B4 we move on, let’s reflect and rehearse a bit.

Observe the picture above. What do u see? What do u think? What do u think i think? What is this about? Is this a woman playing a role in some kind of B-movie? Is she a housewife gone wild? Maybe she’s an operative of the Tzahal or Aman? Simply a hit-woman fulfilling her contract? Is it Bauhinia Heroine, forcing someone to take her money? A sexy bank robber? The next Wonder Woman? A femdom aiming at a DSM?

Murmur from the crowd: "DSM? What the heck does that mean, Ayesha?” “Yeah, what are you talking about this time, you flaming daughter of a bitch eh?”

Ayesha: "Don’t u know? Where have u been u ignorant moron? It stands for Devalued Submissive Male, a creature which is standing proudly in the limelight these days, soon to claim his rightful place at Madame Tussauds!"

Voice from the crowd: "Come on. We are sick and tired of this stupid rehearsal. Just tell us who she is, so we can move on, dammit!”

Ayesha: "Yes, i know exactly who she is. But i won’t tell. Cos u know me eh? I’m not here to lecture u, or to bias ur interpretations and opinions with the truth."

Yes let’s move on indeed, and find out what’s so funny.

It all began when i visited Dev’s blog. Dev’s a woman after my own heart. Well, that’s what i thought when reading her blog on the supposedly devaluation of male submission. Sentences like, “He challenges me to live up to the values we both espouse, and lets me know what his needs and wants are”, can make me all fuzzy and warm. Not that they r exactly mirroring my ideas, but when i realized there was a woman in the virtual world who, like me, loves to be challenged by her slave(s), i simply had to comment:

“Bravo! Ur blog is not related to vanilla femdom, but leans more to feminine femdom. As it should be :)”



The topic seemed to be hot, cos in the following days/weeks it spilled over to several other blogs. In Dev’s blog these comments mostly turned out to belong to the “feeling sorry for oneself”, and of the “thank you, thank you, thank you” kind. Yes, i know, mea culpa, my interpretation. Anyway, it gave me reason to post this as well:

“After having read all the comments on this blog so far, i find it amazing, if not disturbing, that i rarely hear the voices of those who, like me, r opposed to humiliation, degradation, and dehumanizing of males within the realm of femdom, on blogs where submissiveness is pictured as a weakness, as inferior, as……well, as something despicable and yet to thrive on. Why don’t u people open ur mouth there, and let these idiots and parasites know, that femdom is not simply a derivation of patriarchal vanilla sex, or the next porn outlet?

Come on, be brave, go out there, and share ur views in places where they’re not welcome, where it is not safe to do so, where they will eat u alive. Yeah right. Don’t be afraid of paper tigers. Tell them!”

Oooooopsssssss!

In comes Meitar.

Among other things, he’s an activist, scholar, lecturer, and speaker, calling himself a social justice technologist. I think he’s actually a nice guy. At least he seems to live up to his ideas in an area where most people would hide in their closet. His friends call him maymay, but since i’m not his friend, i can’t do that.

Meitar deemed it necessary to lecture me a bit, saying: “Ayesha, you’re barking up the wrong tree for many, many reasons:……….”

And then there was an extensive summary of my dog-like behavior. I tell u, not very flattering, but hey, i’m used to stuff like that.

In comes Dev, saying: “I actually regularly humiliate and dehumanize my submissive."

Geeeez, i had to get out of that place. These weren’t my people at all! Feminine femdom abhors humiliation, degradation, and dehumanization, in any form. I save those for dealing with obnoxious vanilla lowlifes, when it’s appropriate and done. But with my slaves? No way! Then i consider these things worse than the plague, contaminating, polluting, and poisoning the very beauty of my way of living, and preventing us for instance to gracefully entering the singularity.

Again i had been way to optimistic and naïve (sigh). So i sent this:

“Apparently i made a mistake. Ur femdom isn’t feminine femdom. No humiliation etc there.

As for this maymay person? I heard this kind of babbling many times b4. It’s vanilla to the bone. Good stuff for never ending conversations on the couch tho, while happily consuming cheese and wine, and enjoying the support of likeminded babblers.

So, excuse my intrusion, and never mind what i was trying to get across.”

But my ordeal wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot. Even after i had left, i still had to endure the wrath of the righteous ones. Why was that? Cos all of it ended up in my mailbox. Yes, mea culpa again. Maybe i left it open on purpose? Did they know? Or did they not believe i had left, labeling me a liar, still being around? Maybe they didn’t care if i was there or not, and had to ventilate their anger, or whatever, no matter what? Why would people do stuff like that? Beats me. Well, not really. I know why. But u wouldn’t want to know. Or do u? Maybe u know already urself? Interpretations? Assumptions?

Meitar wrote among other things:

“Clearly, you do not know me. Listen closely because I’ll only say this once: we could be allies unless you turn me against you—and I would not hesitate to take either position, given a useful reason for one over the other.”

Oh my gawd, this was a direct threat! Why would he do that? After all, he also said somewhere in this thread: “I disagree with how they play, but I will defend to the death their right to play that way.” Does that not count for me? Am i not allowed to play that way, my way? Am i the outcast here? A damned Pariah? Am i the one who has to be punished and suffer for having sinned against the crowd, the principles of (neo)-bdsm, the holy grail of mainstream femdom, or against whatever could have hatched in the mind of my ireful Inquisitor? Must i be the scapegoat now? Am i predestined to become the lamb to be slaughtered? To save others from my evil? Am i the chosen one?

And even worse, imagine what could happen, should we meet in r/l, and should i not have behaved according to the commandments and wishes of the Activist. The very thought of that makes me shiver!



Or this?



He’s right tho. I don’t know him. And i have no intention to change this state of affairs. I knew enough. Why should i want to know more? I don’t want to be his friend, nor do i need him as an ally. I left, remember. Should speak for itself, no?

Of cors, he doesn’t know much of me either. Which makes me wonder. Here we have an intelligent man, with both his feet firmly on the ground, seasoned by many significant life experiences (yes, yes, i did read some of his many online presentations), by far not as naive as i am, and yet he threatens me, a person he has no clue of what she’s capable of or not. Well, he should know something eh? There r some clues no? Maybe he missed them? Or found them laughable and ridiculous? I never do that u know. I was trained to never underestimate anybody. Not even people i would consider a louse, a weasel, an idiot, physically handicapped, or a combat rookie. And certainly not one i didn’t know much about. Life showed me that i was taught well. And i never threaten a person either. I never go to an individual and tell him or her to shape up, shut up, do this, or don’t do that………or else. It’s wrong u know. And rude. And not wise. Never warn a person. It’s ineffective u know.

In rolls Tomio, steaming:

“With all due respect, STFU. You know nothing of my life, and therefore you have no ability, much less right, to describe how I should spend it.”

and…………….

” …………..you have no right to make demands and paint everyone with a broad brush. Doing so will only alienate those who should have been your allies and it will not win over one “enemy.” Ever.”


See how that works? I mean interpreting words, sentences, entire pages?

Take for instance Tomio’s “STFU”. I’m sure some of u would assume it stands for “shut the fuck up”. Not very nice eh? And so rude too. But then again, there’s a polite explanation as well, i.e. “shut the freak up”. How about that eh? Much, much better. Then we have, “show them fury unleashed”. Is that what Tomio had in mind? I’m sure it was. Fits me better, don’t u think?

Unlike Meitar, Tomio denies me rights. Meitar would die for me, for me to keep my rights, while Tomio seems to be ready to kill me for that.

Tomio also assumes i’m looking for allies, and want to win over enemies, while i most certainly don’t.

After having cooled down a bit, Tomio’s volcano erupts again. And remember, i wasn’t even there. Funny, funny.

“But I do have to thank you for the laugh when you called maymay out as vanilla. That’s so ignorant that I may shoot milk out of my nose after the fact.”

An inner voice whispered to me: “Pssssst, Ayesha? Cuidao, Señora. Haven’t u noticed? There’s sarcasm in the air!” I couldn’t believe that. Not he, not my Tomio. Totally wrong interpretation of his words!

So Tomio was drinking milk? Or planning too? Maybe there was a lactating cow in his nose? I couldn’t possibly know, and i refuse to draw wild conclusions. What i do know tho, is that i never called Meitar (maymay for his friends) vanilla. I called his babbling vanilla. That’s different u know (well as i see it eh?), and i wouldn’t want to generalize.

He continued with an avalanche of assumptions and accusations.

“………people like you are just as stultifying and damaging to men’s psyches as anything tossed out by Kink, Inc. At least they know what they are and don’t pretend to be on the side of male submissives while knifing their spiritual back because they don’t measure up to a non-existent rating scale you have developed.”

Huh? Wtf? Sounds intriguing tho. I love knives. And i’m excellent indeed when it comes to damaging men’s psyches. U should see me playing chess with them (grin).

Oh, and he called me lazy! The nerve! I tell u, not many r as industrious as i am. Remember that old La Fontaine tale about the cricket and the ant? Yes Sir, i’m the ant, always taking care of business, Sir. But it’s true, when getting a chance, i just love to be a lazy bitch, goofing off the entire day, letting others do all the work, and still taking credit for it.

Sir Tomio also said he had evidence that my prime motivator was self-aggrandizement. I didn’t even know what that meant. I had to look it up. So now i know, and am able again to take part in sophisticated babblings, where difficult words r tossed around like dice on the crap(s) table, to confuse the participants. But then again, self-aggrandizement? That should be my prime motivator? Really? Nooooooo. Now where did that come from, hmm?

U know what also caught my eye? With all the need for, and display of, tolerance, the willingness to die for the rights of others, the warm thankfulness for finding oneself in the cradle of likeminded people, and the incredible blessing to finally be allowed to open up, it was totally funny to observe there also were a few signs of intolerance and even hate. Yes, that's right: Hate! Nah, not in relation to me (cors not!), not in Tomio’s anger, and certainly not coming from patronizing Meitar, but crawling up via the rest of the crowd. Which is remarkably funny indeed, cos nowadays, tolerance is shouted from almost every rooftop, and preached from every corner in Cyberspace, where the citizens of Kink Country r dwelling, gathering, and writing.

For instance, more than once there was a display of disdain and contempt for people who love to strut around in leather outfits and stuff like that. As usual not in a direct way, but i could feel it, smell it, even touch it. No, no, i’m not assuming now. This is not simply a bad interpretation either. And although some will say i have no right to say this, i know i’m right, right? It’s one of the reasons why i ceased to be an activist in the velvet underground. Too many people there with triple agendas. Too many liars telling the world about their honesty. Too many pseudo gurus and self proclaimed messiahs with a quest. Or should i follow up on Tomio, and say, non-existent quests? Too many world healers too, u know. I wrote about that a few blogs back.

Going back now to the devaluation of male submission, i did some research myself. There’s really something going on in that area, people. It’s no joke either. Look at what i found.

Poor men! All seems to be lost. But there’s a bright side u know. A silver lining indeed. It’s not about my men. It’s about all the other men. It’s about the ones feeling sorry for themselves, drowning in self-pity. It’s about the ones who blame me, and other women of my caliber, for their misery. In fact they’re blaming the entire world for their misfortune. It’s the common way to have a socially accepted excuse for staying inactive, having failed, and being grumpy.

Here’s my take on all this, as it was published b4 on another blog to which the issue meandered, picked up, and addressed.

"Are submissive men devalued? Certainly not by me. I simply love them, cherish them. I even put them on a pedestal. Or hang them from the ceiling. Or.......... Anyway i consider them GODS! Gods who do my bidding cos there's no other way for them, gods who challenge me, gods who manage to get the best and worst out of me, gods i just can’t stand sometimes. Of cors, i’m referring here to the ones who live up to my standards, and who don’t waste time by trying to find out what that is, d/s. They already know. They don’t need definitions, confirmations, or support. They don’t care if others accept them for what they r or not. They don’t need to find out if they’re right or wrong. Cos wrong and right, and everything in between, don’t belong to their world. They just go with what they r, how they feel, and what makes them horny. The rest of them, the victims of childhood, the victims of society, the victims of their libido, the not-understood, the whiners, the complainers, the teachers, the philosophers, the healers, and the blamers, devaluated or not , can take a hike, or go on doing whatever keeps them from being a slave.

Hmmmm, maybe i’ll incorporate this comment in my next funny blog :) "

And so i did. Amen.



What? U want to read all on Dev’s blog? To see if i quoted honestly perhaps? Or simply cos u want to taste the full flavor of what went on there? OK. Here u go! Enjoy!



But b4 u go, watch the video. It’s a great clip. Well, for me eh. Maybe u will say it’s junk. Funny thing is tho, it will give u an idea of the kind of people i descend from, as well as the kind i like to associate with.

לחיים

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…..as 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 :)