1. On a scale of 1-10, how good was your 2009?
It. Blew. CHUNKS. It started off in a meh-type way, and it ended up as a skid mark on a little kid's underwear. ~.~
2. What are your favorite/naughtiest/sexiest/most fun 2009 memories?
Master and I got my kitty back from Texas! We got a new kitty! There was a large amount of spankings! Also we made new friends! :3
3. What’s the one thing you thought you would never do, but did in 2009?
Watersports, but I only did it as a pro-domming thing. Which, I also did this year. And was a terrible experience. I'll stick to domming because I enjoy it.
4. What do you want to change in 2009?
Master's family's perception of us. We may be young, but we're still adults. Also getting my nipples pierced.
5. What is your all-time favorite gift (whether given or received by you)?
Rimming.-shiftyeyes-
Bonus (as in optional): On special holidays- like birthdays, anniversaries, ringing in the New Year -are you more inclined to do a sex act that you wouldn't "normally" do?
Fff, no. I'll do whatever Master wants of me, but that hasn't been anything out of the ordinary, though.
Tuesday, December 29
Sunday, December 27
A merry little Yule gift for you all...
Personally, -I- don't celebrate Christmas. I mean, I do all of the stuff that Master's family does with them, but it's more out of obligation than anything. I'm horribly pagan, you see, and as Master's family wouldn't let me do what I wanted for Yule, I don't see why YOU guys should miss out on such an enjoyable pagan event.
I hope you guys had a Happy Solstice
Sunday, December 13
Microfantasy Monday - Role Reversal
She cannot keep her eyes off of him. Every motion he makes directs her attention straight at him. His shirtlessness has only been making her eyes linger, smoldering with a lust hotter than any flame. Her eyes dart to his tattoo. Something they share. They're marked for eachother, and it warms her loins to think of him that way. Her mate.
His scent fills her, fanning the flames inside of her. She needs to kiss him, kiss him so hard that her fire spreads into him, so hard that their lips are bruised despite the growing hunger. She wants to nip at him, mark him, to clear up any ambiguity of his status. To wrap her arms around him, to feel his strength. To smell her sweat on his skin. To take him, and his enticing scent and firm muscles, and his pure maleness. To fulfill a need so basic, so animal, that it feels out of place in the world. She needs a rut that will leave them both gasping, panting, exhausted.....and hungry for more.
His scent fills her, fanning the flames inside of her. She needs to kiss him, kiss him so hard that her fire spreads into him, so hard that their lips are bruised despite the growing hunger. She wants to nip at him, mark him, to clear up any ambiguity of his status. To wrap her arms around him, to feel his strength. To smell her sweat on his skin. To take him, and his enticing scent and firm muscles, and his pure maleness. To fulfill a need so basic, so animal, that it feels out of place in the world. She needs a rut that will leave them both gasping, panting, exhausted.....and hungry for more.
Monday, December 7
The Holly King is coming!
King of Holly, just slip a corset under the tree, for me
I've been an awful bad girl,
King of Holly, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa, baby, a custom collar would be nice, too, from you
I'll wait up and feed your deer
King of Holly, so hurry down my chimney tonight
The Horned One is dead for the year, and the Holly King is on his way. In the meanwhile, Santa's sitting over at Fetlife right now, letting good and bad subs, pets, slaves, and more sit on his lap to tell him what they want for Christmas.
Friday, December 4
So about that Indian thing...
Yes, I am part Indian, several types. Primarily Comanche and Apache on my Mother's side, and I'm Aztec on my dad's side! Isn't that neat? (This is why I am grr ferocious.) So that's why my general moral disapproval of Thanksgiving (see below), my love for nature, leather, blood, and slavery.
So, I'm not gonna recap what you were taught in school (The rest of you guys all had Texas History in grade 7, right?), but you'll notice how few you see anywhere. I'm not particularly dark, but I am recognizably native, despite how watered down it is on my mom's side. I am fierce, with the heart of a warrior, but the lame body of a beaten slave. I am proud and strong, and can take down almost any opponent with little more than a knife. I am clever, and once upon a time, I was self-sufficient. Being self-sufficient requires much skill and learning.
I realized that I cannot realistically hunt down and kill half of the animals I like to eat (alligator, cow, things more than 3 times my size, I get kind of wary about). Farming can provide more food. Duh, right? SO! I tried to be a vegetarian. Woo, right? WRONG. This was TERRIBLE for my body. After a fainting spell and an emergency room trip, and some other stuff that's a blur, turns out I have a digestive system that's more suited to a diet of meats, sugars, and nuts than one suited for vegetables. It's simply not long enough to pass most leaves comfortably. So leafy things (with the exception of certain types of lettuce, one of which is that watery shit you only get in fast-food restaurants) are mostly out of the question. But switching that to be LEAVES, sugars and nuts hurt. So well fine. I'll try some tofu. (At the time, all that was available was bricks or soy milk in my area.)
I won't lie. I loooooooove tofu when it's cut in cubes and cooked until yellow and topped with soy sauce. TASTES LIKE EGGS SOMEHOW. And that was pretty fine. So I tried finding other kinds of tofu stuff. I could only find two or three variations, and they were mostly stuff like 'notdogs'. So I tried those. And. They didn't taste like hotdogs. They tasted like tofu. Feh. After getting some outside opinions ("Why?" "What's that gray thing?") my grandmother and siblings stated, with surprise, that it tasted like hotdogs. fffffff. I only tried this for a short time, but ultimately concluded that I simply have too sensitive a tongue for tofood. Eh. I tried. Good enough for me.
So, given that I couldn't NOT eat meat, I had to figure out something to do about this. To make a long story short, since then I've learned to snare, hunt, and butcher my own food, how to tan the hide, and how to use all of the parts myself. No part of any kill I make (personally, at least) will go to waste. I find these incredibly useful skills to have. Now, by now, you may be asking where I'm going with this. You remember how I said that you never see any Indians anymore? That's because nobody does things the old-fashioned way anymore. I think I've talked about this before.
Go up to a random person on the street. Will they know how to make their own butter? (Maybe around here, since we're across the river from Wisconson) How many of them know how to mend their clothing? Or what an awl even is? Point me to two people who can make their own shoes. Tell me how many hunters this year are doing it for food, and not for sport. Who reading this blog knows which plant to give someone in severe pain after an accident?
I know.....4 people who can do any of these things. Aside from myself, I don't know any of them who can do all of them.
I know that many of the things I do are primitive. Most people see these as small eccentricities:
The only part of the lasagna I don't make myself is the cheese, pasta, and pureed tomatoes. And I'd make those if I had the space. I prefer my smoke with matches, not a lighter, and I'm trying to figure out how to make them. I REFUSE meat cooked with gas (because of the flavor, the danger, how bloody unnatural it seems to make fire with gas and because I'd make my own charcoal if, again, I had the space).
But most people don't know exactly how far I'll go for it. I will not use synthetic materials, given the choice. And yes, this means leather over polyester. There are several reasons for this. For one, see the above about my eating meat. It's not something that's going to stop anytime soon. I can do my best to find 'ethical' sources, but in the end, an animal will still die so that I will live. That is the way of the rest of nature, and I don't mind that that's how it has to be for me. If cows were carnivores, they wouldn't hesitate to eat us, let alone debate the ethics about it. But remember how I said I use all of my kill? If an animal dies for me, aren't I obligated to use every part of it? If I eat meat, but don't use animal products, I might as well be killing an animal just to use a single part of it, which is even more wrong and disrespectful to the memory of the animal. I won't lie, I'm really fucking thankful for every bite of meat I get, because I could not be plausibly sustained without it. And I never fail to show my gratitude. It might be an 'itadakimas' (a Japanese expression of gratitude for your meal, 'ee-tuh-dah-kee-mahs'), or a bow, or even a silent thank you. That animal knows I am grateful for it.
And I've had a lot of people tell me about why I should use synthetics, but no one ever mentions why I shouldn't: They're synthetic. Most of our synthetic materials are oil products. If it's harming the environment with its toxic by-products, how is it better for the animals? And many synthetics are cheap, which is fine theoretically and economically. This is terrible ecologically. Because they are cheap, they're mass-produced even more than natural materials. Which means more chemicals. And animal skin is pretty damn durable? Know how durable? The animal that wore it lived OUTSIDE kind of durable. Which means that leather will last me for a very long time. Master has a leather jacket that's at least ?? years old, and the only problem with it is the (synthetic) lining is fraying, and the zipper. I have my mom's old leather motorcycle jacket from the 80's, and it looks better than most of the things I currently own. I bought a pair of leather shoes from Payless that lasted almost 3 years. 3! By contrast, I've bought one pair of pleather pants. While they looked good on me (more like vaguely patterned latex than fake leather), they were useless within a few months. And I regrettably, had to throw them away. I couldn't recycle them, and the pleather wasn't durable enough to be able to make anything else. So they went into the landfill. The only place they can go. I know not all synthetic experiences are quite as short-lived as mine, but their fate is inevitable. I know there's some good quality stuff out there, but it's hard to find, and the answer, states Occham's Razor, is usually the most simple. If I'm killing a cow for its food, the only sensible thing for me to do is to use to rest of its body, and feel thanks every time I pull on my boots, smell a hamburger, or sit on my leather couch, which Master's family owned for many years before we did.
EDIT: Speaking of Leather, I forgot to give a shoutout to Ayya Wear. Their leather is Javan, fair trade, as well as tanned and dyed with vegetables. They make beautiful clothing that honors the spirit of the animal that wears it, and is made with reverence and careful attention to detail. Expensive, but what I've seen so far looks worth it. They also express many of the same sentiments found here.
So, I'm not gonna recap what you were taught in school (The rest of you guys all had Texas History in grade 7, right?), but you'll notice how few you see anywhere. I'm not particularly dark, but I am recognizably native, despite how watered down it is on my mom's side. I am fierce, with the heart of a warrior, but the lame body of a beaten slave. I am proud and strong, and can take down almost any opponent with little more than a knife. I am clever, and once upon a time, I was self-sufficient. Being self-sufficient requires much skill and learning.
I realized that I cannot realistically hunt down and kill half of the animals I like to eat (alligator, cow, things more than 3 times my size, I get kind of wary about). Farming can provide more food. Duh, right? SO! I tried to be a vegetarian. Woo, right? WRONG. This was TERRIBLE for my body. After a fainting spell and an emergency room trip, and some other stuff that's a blur, turns out I have a digestive system that's more suited to a diet of meats, sugars, and nuts than one suited for vegetables. It's simply not long enough to pass most leaves comfortably. So leafy things (with the exception of certain types of lettuce, one of which is that watery shit you only get in fast-food restaurants) are mostly out of the question. But switching that to be LEAVES, sugars and nuts hurt. So well fine. I'll try some tofu. (At the time, all that was available was bricks or soy milk in my area.)
I won't lie. I loooooooove tofu when it's cut in cubes and cooked until yellow and topped with soy sauce. TASTES LIKE EGGS SOMEHOW. And that was pretty fine. So I tried finding other kinds of tofu stuff. I could only find two or three variations, and they were mostly stuff like 'notdogs'. So I tried those. And. They didn't taste like hotdogs. They tasted like tofu. Feh. After getting some outside opinions ("Why?" "What's that gray thing?") my grandmother and siblings stated, with surprise, that it tasted like hotdogs. fffffff. I only tried this for a short time, but ultimately concluded that I simply have too sensitive a tongue for tofood. Eh. I tried. Good enough for me.
So, given that I couldn't NOT eat meat, I had to figure out something to do about this. To make a long story short, since then I've learned to snare, hunt, and butcher my own food, how to tan the hide, and how to use all of the parts myself. No part of any kill I make (personally, at least) will go to waste. I find these incredibly useful skills to have. Now, by now, you may be asking where I'm going with this. You remember how I said that you never see any Indians anymore? That's because nobody does things the old-fashioned way anymore. I think I've talked about this before.
Go up to a random person on the street. Will they know how to make their own butter? (Maybe around here, since we're across the river from Wisconson) How many of them know how to mend their clothing? Or what an awl even is? Point me to two people who can make their own shoes. Tell me how many hunters this year are doing it for food, and not for sport. Who reading this blog knows which plant to give someone in severe pain after an accident?
I know.....4 people who can do any of these things. Aside from myself, I don't know any of them who can do all of them.
I know that many of the things I do are primitive. Most people see these as small eccentricities:
The only part of the lasagna I don't make myself is the cheese, pasta, and pureed tomatoes. And I'd make those if I had the space. I prefer my smoke with matches, not a lighter, and I'm trying to figure out how to make them. I REFUSE meat cooked with gas (because of the flavor, the danger, how bloody unnatural it seems to make fire with gas and because I'd make my own charcoal if, again, I had the space).
But most people don't know exactly how far I'll go for it. I will not use synthetic materials, given the choice. And yes, this means leather over polyester. There are several reasons for this. For one, see the above about my eating meat. It's not something that's going to stop anytime soon. I can do my best to find 'ethical' sources, but in the end, an animal will still die so that I will live. That is the way of the rest of nature, and I don't mind that that's how it has to be for me. If cows were carnivores, they wouldn't hesitate to eat us, let alone debate the ethics about it. But remember how I said I use all of my kill? If an animal dies for me, aren't I obligated to use every part of it? If I eat meat, but don't use animal products, I might as well be killing an animal just to use a single part of it, which is even more wrong and disrespectful to the memory of the animal. I won't lie, I'm really fucking thankful for every bite of meat I get, because I could not be plausibly sustained without it. And I never fail to show my gratitude. It might be an 'itadakimas' (a Japanese expression of gratitude for your meal, 'ee-tuh-dah-kee-mahs'), or a bow, or even a silent thank you. That animal knows I am grateful for it.
And I've had a lot of people tell me about why I should use synthetics, but no one ever mentions why I shouldn't: They're synthetic. Most of our synthetic materials are oil products. If it's harming the environment with its toxic by-products, how is it better for the animals? And many synthetics are cheap, which is fine theoretically and economically. This is terrible ecologically. Because they are cheap, they're mass-produced even more than natural materials. Which means more chemicals. And animal skin is pretty damn durable? Know how durable? The animal that wore it lived OUTSIDE kind of durable. Which means that leather will last me for a very long time. Master has a leather jacket that's at least ?? years old, and the only problem with it is the (synthetic) lining is fraying, and the zipper. I have my mom's old leather motorcycle jacket from the 80's, and it looks better than most of the things I currently own. I bought a pair of leather shoes from Payless that lasted almost 3 years. 3! By contrast, I've bought one pair of pleather pants. While they looked good on me (more like vaguely patterned latex than fake leather), they were useless within a few months. And I regrettably, had to throw them away. I couldn't recycle them, and the pleather wasn't durable enough to be able to make anything else. So they went into the landfill. The only place they can go. I know not all synthetic experiences are quite as short-lived as mine, but their fate is inevitable. I know there's some good quality stuff out there, but it's hard to find, and the answer, states Occham's Razor, is usually the most simple. If I'm killing a cow for its food, the only sensible thing for me to do is to use to rest of its body, and feel thanks every time I pull on my boots, smell a hamburger, or sit on my leather couch, which Master's family owned for many years before we did.
EDIT: Speaking of Leather, I forgot to give a shoutout to Ayya Wear. Their leather is Javan, fair trade, as well as tanned and dyed with vegetables. They make beautiful clothing that honors the spirit of the animal that wears it, and is made with reverence and careful attention to detail. Expensive, but what I've seen so far looks worth it. They also express many of the same sentiments found here.
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