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@loveinthetimeofcovidsblog
Friend,
We can no longer be friends because in the last 24 hours you played with and broke my heart. For the first time in our friendship you treated me like I was just some girl...not the person you spent every thought and waking minute with for the last two years!
Throw out the WHOLE man?
No. Just the parts of him filled with cowardness. Who is he? Don't know him.
Munich Law Library
© M. WeinreuterÂ
This is so beautiful.
Brats are the ultimate mental challenge...you CAN get us to submit...and once we submit it is the ultimate pleasure for both of us because you have gotten in to our psyche. I know being a Dom isn't easy-it requires a lot for Brats. We are needy and we show our ass if we don't get the attention we need and deserve...it can be done.
It requires a Dom with an abundance of will power and who can tap in to our heads.
Talk to your brat. Ask them the worst thing that ever happened to them. Use the worst thing that ever happened to them to your advantage. Are there words that trigger us? Use these words.
We want you to make us submit. I promise this isn't a losing battle.
I just found my birthday present to myself! Concert tickets to Halsey and Blackbear with me and my best friend!!! đ
She shakes her fists at him in visible rage.
You aren't love.
You aren't love.
You aren't love.
Love stands in front of a bar of people, Sings, "When I'm 64," and asks you to be his wife. You are 22 years old. I have known love before! Just because this wasn't supposed to last forever doesn't mean I don't know what love looks like!
Love texts you the morning after the really bad thing happened and tells you he isn't going to write about it. "He has every opportunity to nail my ass right now for his own personal gain... And yet he isn't." I hate talking in front of crowds. When I give my speech his face will be the face I watch because he is comfort. Love is friendship.
Love stayed up all night watching YouTube videos on how to detangle and cut curls. She wants to cut it like Carrie Bradshaw from my favorite season of Sex and The City...it's the season Carrie gets her book deal. She remembers I'm 17, and I'm obsessed with this show because, "Carrie Bradshaw is a writer like I want to be when I grow up."
I shake with rage!
You aren't love.
You aren't love..
You aren't love.
Love leads. It doesn't have to control.
This is an actual post I had to write on my Facebook today begging people that used to be my friends to think a second before making fun of me. Enjoy.
I could let it go, or I can stand up for myself and say something! I stumbled on a status today that was making fun of my relationship with my ex.
It was posted by someone I considered to be a friend. It's someone that I always had a kind word for, and someone I genuinely never did harm to. I didn't hurt any of you! I'm not sure what you think you know about the story, but I'm still trying to get over this break up. And I have to live every day of my life knowing I loved a man that broke my heart in front of an entire town of people just for shits and giggles. He let an entire town of people thinking I was being catfished, when we talked everyday and were together. That's hilarious, right?
I'm slowly moving forward, but it's not easy by the fact that he still uses every means necessary to contact me. I can't even get on a dating app without him catfishing me. And then, I think it's him catfishing me- and sometimes it's people just being kind!
I loved him so much I grieved him when he was no longer there. The fake accounts make the grieving process even harder...
I'm not sure what this status was supposed to do...but please be kind. Just because I don't talk about it doesn't mean I'm not thinking about it. Literally every second. Every minute. Every hour. Every day. I replay the lies he told me in my head. I could pretend to be cold and callous and not care.. but that's literally the BEST parts of me! That's what sets me apart from everyone! I do care!
I could pretend to be cool, but I don't want to be cool.
I'm just me.
Whatever you think you know about me...and him...you don't know! And what's worse is some of you do know! And I literally don't know what is worse!
Every day I pray for him to be the man I know he has him in him to be.. and every day he lets this continue my heart breaks more and more until I think the breathe may leave my body!
That's hilarious, right?
When someone falls I extend my hand to them and say, "I'm Mae. Do you need my help?"
This isn't a hard concept.
I don't have anything else to say.
I went in on my ex last night. I think he finally is getting the point that he understands that I will never forgive him. While there will always be something there between us, there simply will never be love again. I can not love someone that disrespected me in the capacity he disrespected me. I deserved better than what he gave me. I deserve a fighting chance.
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I want men to try and imagine going about your dayâworking, running, hiking, whateverâand not being allowed to wear pants under threats of violence or total social and economic exclusion.
Thatâs the kind of irrationally violent and controlling behaviour women have been up against.
Also for anyone who thinks itâs easy for women to be gender non conforming because we can wear pants.
The only reason we can is because we fought tooth and nail for the right to! Any rights we take for granted today weâre the result of a prolonged, bitter battle fought by our predecessors for every inch of territory gained. Never forget that.
Title IX (1972) declared that girls could not be required to wear skirts to school.
Women who were United States senators were not allowed to wear trousers on the Senate floor until 1993, after senators Barbara Mikulski and Carol Moseley Braun wore them in protest, which encouraged female staff members to do likewise.
This was never given to us. Women have had to fight just to be able to wear pants. Women who are still alive remember having to wear skirts to school, even in the dead of winter, when it was so cold that just having a layer of tights between them and the elements was downright dangerous. Women who remember not even being allowed to wear pants under their skirts, for no other reason than they were female.
So donât talk about women wearing pants being gender nonconforming like itâs easy. Itâs only less difficult now because your foremothers refused to comply.
Artist: Yury Fadeev. *Bondage and geometry*
Daddy bouncing me on his knee. đ
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Dancing in The Moonlight will be played at our wedding reception. đ
So. Much. This.
Ten Things A Dom Needs
Written by a friend of a friend whom shall remain namelessâŠ
1) Do what youâre told. Not just when you want to, not just when itâs easy, but every single time. If youâve suddenly decided youâre a free agent thatâs a conversation for negotiation in whatever format that takes in your dynamic. Until then, less talking, more obeying.
2) Keep your commitments. If me/you/we have decided on a certain protocol youâre expected to follow through. Nothing sucks the magic out of a D/s interaction faster than when BOTH people let protocols lapse and drift by the wayside. If you act like a part-time sub expect to be treated like one.
3) Try to be just a little less self-centered. The journey of submission is all about YOU, I get it. Truthfully all of us Doms get it, but there is an illusion here that needs to be maintained, and when every check-in boils down to how things are going for you and you donât bother to ask, âHow are you, are you satisfied, are you getting what you need out of me, how can I improve our shared experience?â It makes you look kinda shallow.
4) Donât compare yourself to other people. Whether youâre poly or monogamous, every time you look at another person and say: âIâll bet he likes them more than me.â Youâre essentially saying âI donât trust you, I donât trust us, I donât really believe that you want me like you say you do.â We are with you for a reason. Not receiving the desire we feel for you is deeply insulting.
5) Sacrifice. This is the deeper side of D/s, itâs where the givers separate themselves from the users. There is nothing that builds a connection faster than doing something unpleasant, when you donât want to, without being asked, without seeking praise. Itâs also very easy to take for granted, which is why you should take your time and donât give yourself to a Dom whoâs a shithead.
6) Own your tantrums. You have feelings, deep intense feelings, if you didnât you probably wouldnât be a sub. I encourage you to learn to track when the kettle is about to boil so together we can point the steam in a safe direction. When you fuck up though, and I get a face full of hot water, and you say bad things, you need to accept that in the morning youâll be held accountable for the things you said even if you didnât really mean them. This can be a tough pill to swallow, which brings us to our next point:
7) Take it with grace. Ritual and submission are amazing tools to refocus the mind and de-escalate emotions, but the collar is not a magic ring, YOU make the magic. You make it by catching yourself, by breathing into your rituals, by transforming frustration and stress into submission and present moment awareness. Each repetition is a form of emotional alchemy much in the same way that CBT thought-stopping is, (thatâs Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, not Cock and Ball Torture, you perverts).
8) Help us to evolve. Iâm talking about recognizing that every human being is a little bit lost in their own way, and the difference is that Doms donât have someone constantly fixating on how to guide us into being better versions of ourselves. Deftly guiding power figures in the directions they need to go is the forteâ of the masterful submissive, and the difference between that and manipulation is that you always have the personâs own interests at heart, even when they conflict with your own. Itâs easy to love a Dom as an archetype or a caricature, but to evaluate a whole human being, and desire to kneel for them anyways is the deepest expression of love. You and I may have different toolboxes, but we are building the same house.
9) Stick around. Fact is, most subs vanish as soon as the honeymoon wears off. This phenomenon of women who beg for submission then pull the ripcord at 3-7 months once itâs no longer all about them makes Doms cynical, hard, and reluctant to engage, and further shrinks the pool of the few decent guys who can do this stuff well. I think a lot of this stems from the idea that Dominance is something thatâs being done to you, and not with you. If you empower yourself as a co-creator of the dynamic, youâll be able to make it last longer. I think it might also stem from the fact that a good chunk of lifestylers (both Dom and sub) are emotionally broken jackasses. Sorry, Iâm a dick.
10) Cut us some âeffin slack for god sakes. Being a Dom is a LOT of work, it requires time, focus, and a wide open emotional bandwidth. It takes discipline to hold your ground when things are difficult, knowing that if you repair them with vanilla âbargainingâ tactics you will also dissolve the dynamic in the process. As a sub starts to see you as more human, it gets harder. When she/he gets to the âresistanceâ stage of the relationship, it gets harder. As real life starts to throw you curve balls, it gets harder. Aside from the emotional aspect of things, what it takes to keep things fresh and interesting is an aspect that is hard to appreciate until youâre the one in charge. The thing they donât tell you about being a Dom is that even if you have the gravitas to make a girl melt, if you donât have the creativity to constantly invent and reinvent new twists on a very old theme, youâre just a tall dark stranger standing there with your dick in your hand. Sometimes I think this is why geeks end up being better Doms than their smokey eyed, jack-booted, âtrue domâ counterparts.
The point here is that the big âDâ takes more than you think and there are going to be days, even weeks when weâre not going to be able to pull it off. I can tell you from experience that nothing means more to a Dom than when you still keep your rituals even through the thin times. Holding that space shows your strength, and you can take tremendous pride in serving with poise where your vanilla counterpart might be nagging and whining. With your devotion you pull us back like a compass, beckoning towards what is truly important, this secret journey of trust and growth that we are both on together.
Doms donât get enough credit and praise for just how much they put into us subs.
@thecomicbookj completely stepped out of his comfort zone tonight to take me and @droppinby to a munch because I have been feeling lost and emotional (many of my vanilla friends distanced thenselves from me recently due to me âcoming outâ as Poly). This was an opportunity for me/us to meet other folks in the community who are local and who we can socialize with in the flesh and blood (I love my tumblr tribe but you all are behind a screen and I need that physical presence).
This was a really big deal and Iâm super grateful that Daddy did this for me. I had a really nice time, and itâs been a long time since I can say I had âfunâ doing something social. đ
Thank you Princess!
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He went there.
In Japan, broken objects are often repaired with gold, the flaw is seen as a unique piece of the objects history, which adds to its beauty. Consider this if you feel broken. đđ
