Ramblings of a sweet and evil dominant Woman

The night is almost over, sad, and I’ve yet to get anything constructive done. Well I suppose that I have the next 3 or 4 hours at least. I spent a big chunk of it sitting with a friend who is worried about her long distance boy. sigh. I don’t know how that is going to work she’s so crazy about him she doesn’t want to tell him when she’s upset or punish him when he fucks up. Yes, I’ve been there so I can’t say too much but I can see it just spiraling out of control with no one happy. I’d like to think I’ve learned a little better over the years.

On a bright note (or maybe dark too but in a good way) I just wandered outside to check the mail. Somehow wandering around the yard in the semi dark really makes the night feel like mine. The stars are all so clear tonight and the air is crisp. A whip-or-will is just starting to wake up and sing and the only other humans about are the truckers on the way from there to there.

It’s been two months since my last confession… I mean blog. Yeah, anyway lets see if I can get these thoughts to make sense.

Lately I’ve been thinking a bit about the online social networks, particularly the ones that lean toward D/s and kink, and how they work or don’t work. See when I see “network” I think somewhere to meet people, chat have fun and maybe maybe meet someone “special.” Apparently, however a majority of people sign up for these networks sign up to negotiate a relationship. Hi your needs wants match mine lets bond for life yay all done shopping. um ok, I can sort of see where that comes from. That is often how the sites advertise themselves isn’t it? And (I can start a sentence that way it’s my blog) yes it is often men who do this but not just.

Ok. This approach rarely works. You look desperate people! (maybe you are but, you know, fake it!) I know I don’t want someone who wants to be with me because I’m the only thing available. I don’t think many do. So you get rejected. Repeatedly. And you go away thinking the system doesn’t work.

A few tips. Do not go in like you are negotiating a scene with a pro. (unless you are!) I hear complaints all the time about dominant women asking for tributes and yes ick. However, don’t make me feel like I should be getting paid to speak to you.

Do use the resources provided. Blog. I’ve seen this work more than anything else. Put a little of yourself out there,let people feel like they know you.

Do get to know people! It’s called a network for a reason. The person saying hi might not be your soul mate but maybe they introduce you to someone who is.

Relax, have fun. If you feel too desperate log off for a while.

If you go into a chat room, chat! Do not try to immediately negotiate a scene. Get to know people.

Network people, network!

mmk this has ended up being more of a lecture than what I was trying to do. Oh well, rambles right?

Reading axe’s post on cold and his improper foot gear got me thinking about my favorite pair of boots.

They were work boots, leather with leather laces that wrapped round and round the metal studs. I was about 8 and the boots were hand me downs that had already survived a family friend’s two boys.

I loved those boots. Wrapping the laces just so, rubbing at the blue black leather, admiring the greenish bruise like scuffs. They made me feel tough. I stomped around the woods in them and a button down denim shirt dragging branches and small logs together. Sometimes they were wild horses I was rounding up, sometimes I was a lumber jack. Whatever I was doing I always felt invincible in those old boots.

An acquaintance’s recent search for naughty toys in small town America led of course to the evil empire. (where better to shop for wicked instruments of torture)

Great imagination… and now I know why the plastic clothes pegs have those little holes!

Today I am filled with a frustrated beast. It is pacing pacing pacing like the jaguar in the too small cage at the zoo. The circular paths its paws leave are well worn and I don’t know if I’ll ever find the key to let it out.