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This one goes out to the danish guy who threatened me to show the blog to people if I don’t write something. Yes yes, I know him in real life. You know, the world out there.

Much have happened since I actually wrote something here, and that is off course also the reason that I haven’t written for a while. First thing that happened is that I have now officially decided to flee the BDSM-scene. Why? Because there are just too many arrogant wankers around. I can’t stand it anymore. I admit it: I’d rather have half assed vanilla sex with someone who asks if it hurts when I moan, then I ever have sex with any of the men I’ve talked to inside the bdsm-scene. (99.8% because of said wankyness, and 0.2% because we are friends and it would feel weird. This paranteses is a disclaimer)

There is off course nothing wrong about being an utter disgrace for the human race and act like a complete fucktard. Not at all. There is plenty of other people who are fucktards too, but please hang out with your own crowd? Know your limits.

I’m stupid enough to think that if someone is hitting on me, they think they actually have a chanse and they have based this assumtion on some sort of understandings of social structures, human to human interaction and so on. So I generally give people a chanse. Big mistake in the bdsm-world. I mean, yes I have been approached by people who is way under my level when it comes to looks, but I assumed that if you were ugly and approached someone who looked better then you it was because you knew you had a winning personality. But it doesn’t work like that in cat’o’nine-world, nooo. Here people approach you solemnly based on sucidial desperation. I can see it in their minds: “OOh, lookit female, she wants to trample me/drink my urine/be whipped till she cries, I can see it on her, I mean she IS in the same room/city/continent as me, and we all know what that means *gner gner*”.

The best ones are the dominant males who sends you e-mails telling you that something in your presentation isn’t grammatically correct. And then getting angry with you because you answer back at them. Yes, it happened the other day and it was the last drop. Theres idiots in vanilla land too, but they are so much more easily avoided.

My latest project now has been to sleep with a guy from the caribs (west india),  his idea of gender roles are so old school that to me, it’s almost D/s role play. I think that this might be the lovely middle rode for me. Sleep with strange people instead of BDSM, and I still get my dose of sexual weirdness.

Oh yes, the trylesbianism. It didn’t work, at all. I’m sorry to say it, but I can’t have a relationship with someone who dislikes heterosexuals. Or thinks bisexuals have it easy. I am officially fail at hanging out with lesbians. Or at least that type of lesbian. This isn’t the first time I hear this either. And it bugs me.
Just because you are an oppressed minority, that doesn’t give you the right to oppresse another minority now does it.
So I gave up, and went on to converting one of Ves friends from straight to bi instead. That was fun. I think it works better for me to just have relationships or such with other bisexuals.

So, not that much ranting, just a normal little blog-thingie. But at least, we are back:D.


Wanting, needing, ‘caring’, dictating, patriarchal, sexist knobhead of man(kind)

I am reading a diary on a swedish bdsm-community and I don’t know if it is because I am so far away from this person or if it is because I will never understand him or if it’s simply that I cannot respect a person who from the beginning dictates how he wants a relationship.

He is looking for a 24/7. Fine. There is tons and tons written about the (im)possibilites of 24/7 and that is not really where I have my issues. My issues are with what I read. It is a man who want to be in a monogamous patriarchal relationship where he controls everything from what she will wear ’til he comes home in the evening and she take his coat, shoes, hangs it up and has dinner ready. If she is not compliant she will get punished, but he does not want someone who is insubordinate to get a punishment.
In other words, what some people describe as a 24/7 1950’s household.
I can definitely say that this is not an exception from other people’s kinks and wishes, but thankfully I noticed a reversed model, in which the mans role is completly reversed. But now, back to this wanker, who will get to be a model for everything that I will never, ever be able to poke even with a stick

Further wants from this man is that she likes to dress up, like to ‘be a woman’ and is ‘not too jealous’, and then you might be asking “WTF if wrong with that then?”

Well. I’m one of those who get turned on by thinking, reflective, responsible people. This is a man who talks in his diary how he grew up with mother and sister’s, how they always did everything around in the house (except for rare occasions when he ‘did a bit o a clean’) and clearly state that he want that kind of life again.
WTF! Is that a new mother he wants?
She must be faithful and monogamous but not too jealous. Because?
He also clearly say that he likes to go to the clubs where he does not need to dress up and a tiny small thing more. After listing loads and loads of movies that is about men shooting men, men dealing with wordly issues, men joking at the expense of every one except their own gender, etc, he say that he would prefer a sub/property that do like ‘good’ movies, not like ‘Pretty Woman’. His sunglasses are extremly ugly and trousers are illfitting, but still she must have ‘good taste’.

This is an example of the sort of wankers that flood mine, Silias and I guess many others existense. Especially if you happen to be someone who is read as a female.
The idiocracy in dictating all of this, and expect to be able to get away with is just because one is a dominant man is beyond my understanding. I will never, ever place my life in the hands of someone who has such little reflection of what he recreates every time he opens his sodding mouth. And I wished that more had higher demands. Call me patronizing, I do not care. His attitude is not about the ‘little’ narrow field that BDSM is in society, it is about structure and how day to day idiocracy allows these structures to live on.

He also talks about the beauty of his property, that being the woman he want to fiend to engage in a relationship. Claiming to be a gentleman he would always treat her well. But in all those beautiful words I do not believe the slightest. The concept of gentleman makes me want to throw up in the gentle mans knee.

She would be the treasure, the very loved and cared for person who find all her pleasure in pleasuring him. Fine. But hey, is this not also a notion that is both scary and annoying? First time J pointed it out to me I got mad and sad. But the fact is that there is a distinction between the male and female sub/ bottom/slave. That is worth. Most of the time the man is a worthless, wet maggot who is not worthy of even walking the ground, whereas a female is the treasure of the owner/top/dominant. Pedestals are dangerous things and I don’t believe in their functions unless they are created exactly for that purpose. But then one need to be aware of them… And still, even if they themselves (male sub) claim they are nothing worthy of mine or anyone else’s attention, well then they still can’t wait to suggest what I might want to do to them. I don’t know how many times it needs to be repeated.

My sexuality is for me and I choose whom I want to share it with.

I believe in being a treasure, being worthless, I believe in ev erything that people want to be, but I have a hard time trusting those who obviously recreating without thinking first.

The distance between claiming something immediately without thinking and letting every relation grow from a mutual, equal base is miles wide.

And this guy needs to take a good look around, maybe migrate back to 1950’s and then state all his demands…If it even worked then…



PUA? Come on people..


Today has been one of those nostalgia travels through the Internet, and I ended up reading tips and tricks from the seduction base, one the site that shows men on how to pick up girls, you know, The Game style. PUA:s.

Frankly, I have quite a lot to say about this community, I’m gonna give you a bit of a taste:

1. If you never get laid, you were not meant to get laid.

2. If you would stop looking at women like trofées , your lifes would be so much more fun, AND you would get more sex.

3. Don’t go for the tens, only reason they have sex with you is because they are blind and desperate, they wouldn’t poke you with a stick if they had brains bigger then a caterpillars. Incidentally, the girls you hit on don’t have that. But of course, if you like fucking larvae, go ahead.

4. I’ve had people trying this techniques on me. They have never worked. I’m not a ten, but the reason for them not working, is the guys trying them not even being a six. And trust me, if that neg is going to get you any pussy, you better be a damn ten and a half.

Lesson in life: The neg works on girls with the ego of a world power, the brain of a caterpillar and the looks of a playboy model (which, incidentally, is quite not-sexy, in my eyes.). It does not work on someone who is generally out of your league, or a ten in comparison to everyone else in the room. She’ll just think that you’re a wanker with an out of proportion ego. If she is like me, she will very likely fix this issue for you, by telling you so in various multi-syllable words that you will have to write down on a note and bring home for mom to translate.

So, to make a long story short, I hate The Game. It makes damn stupid and annoying men think that they can hit on me. I’m not a ten, and I do not have the brains of a caterpillar. Please, get out of my sight.

Also, the combination of the caterpillar brain and abfab looks is important. Why? Because no woman with half a brain and such astonishing features would even visit the same country as you.

Please, please keep in mind. If you do not get laid without using PUA-tricks, then maybe, just maybe you weren’t meant to reproduce.

Yes, that about defines exactly how horrible I am.
The abfab hot girl that I’m dating a bit at the moment pointed out that it’s easy for me to say this, since I’m as close to a PUA as you can get without being a complete wanker. (She didn’t say that, she just said that “The reason you think so is because you do get laid, think of all the people who doesn’t, maybe they are really nice people”, and I tried, I tried so bad, not to respond “Well, if they were so nice, how come nobody wants them? Are you promoting sleeping with ugly stupid people with crap personalities, just because underneath all that, there is a heart of gold? I have better things to do on Saturday nights then take pity on people” because that would have just proved that I am a total wanker. So I just said something like “oh, you might have a point, but still, you know.. “)

Example of what I find stupid and poor about the whole thing (Who, I wonder, WHO needs this instructions?):

I know I’m supposed to be loving and fun and so on, but I’m sorry, it’s just not me. Ve writes about that in the last post (no, i’m damn well not interlinking them, scroll down people, I know you can), and it’s nice that she can be happy about it. I can’t seem to ignore the fact that the idiots are everywhere. One bad egg ruins blah blah, and so on. Well, you can always think about us like some sort of ying and yang. If it wasn’t for the fact that I think that all that “eastern wisdom” is complete crap. Yeah, you figured that already didn’t you. If hell ever freezes over, I promise I’ll try yoga. Until then I’ll stick to cigarettes and alcohol thank you.