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Rant #54386928349

February 3rd, 2009 Comments off

Kinky people have an amazing ability to fetishize anything- collars, marks, voices, you name it. The symbol becomes greater than itself.

This bitch just burns my ass.

I mean, really. Are you so much better than the rest of us that you don’t “fetishize” things, too? And what the hell is wrong with “fetishizing” things anyway?

So what if we don’t usually wear a collar and wearing one turns us on? So what if seeing the result of our owner’s handiwork, which was the result of a bonafide fetish – Or is fetishizing a fetish wrong, too? – on our bodies is hot to us? So what if the sound of a man’s voice when it’s all growly and ordering us around makes us melt? And I’m sorry these things don’t affect you the way they do the rest of us. Sorry you don’t “get it”.

But fuck! Don’t think you can lord it over us in some attempt to prove you’re better than us because it doesn’t fuckin’ work that way. It doesn’t prove you’re better, smarter, faster, stronger than us. It proves you’re more of an ass than us.

Which you prove every time you open your mouth.

And if you didn’t mean it that way, I apologize. But damn… find a better way to word the fucked up shit you say, then.

I’m bitchy today. Can you tell?

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Think for yourself!

February 3rd, 2009 Comments off

I’m having oodles of trouble with this concept. Now, don’t get me wrong. Between telling me his way is always right and I could think how I want as long as I *do* things his way, my dad taught me to be a free thinker. Liked us kids to decide who to be and what to eat all by our lonesome. That I get.

It’s when *Master* looks at me and basically says “Think for yourself.” that I’m confused.

In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t make too many decisions by myself. He gives input or outright orders and I’m expected to make decisions based on that.

Back story.

We’re members of the “Public Transportation Users” club now. We sold the hunk of junk that was our Durango (It’s what’s known as a “money pit” lately. Every time we fix it something else breaks.) about a week ago and we’ve been taking buses and picking up little stuff we forget when we’re out from the convenience store across the street. Which means I have been known to make two or three trips across the street depending on the day. I gotta start making lists. Or buy Airheads and Chewy Sprees in bulk. Read more…

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