Ta Da! Here it is!
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Posted:Sep 4, 2012 6:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2024 2:07 pm 188100 Views
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Yep. It's not a hallucination. Due to underwhelming demand the Rebster has started a fucking blog. Many of you may already know me from my legendary exploits in the real D/s world, my awesome, panty moistening profile or my astute, acerbic, and often hilarious comments in chat rooms or on other peoples blogs. Often greeted by a tongue in cheek salutation such as "Oh Christ, this asshole again!", I find myself welcomed in the bosom of this community. So I figured it was finally time to do the right thing and share even more of me with you.
So please, please tune in and comment comment comment. It's the banter I live for. So raise your swords...'en garde'
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Posted:Sep 17, 2012 3:50 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2024 2:06 pm 182153 Views
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Want to say a little something privately? Click below and type away. I'll be the only one who can see it.
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All That Glitters... Period
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Posted:Nov 10, 2013 5:30 pm
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2017 2:22 pm 139665 Views
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I was reading KittyKitty's blog and at one point she remarked about disliking glitter at times because of it's property of getting all over the place. I started to write in her comments and realized I was ranting so it would be better to share it here instead of highjacking her blog. And after all, I could use some more blog entries as I have been dry for some time. So thanks for returning the favor and helping break MY writer's block this time, KK. 
Thank goodness I am not the only glitter Grinch. I mean I love looking at it ... somewhere else. But dear god don't bring it in my house. Bringing in a cheap bauble with glitter on it is like bringing in a cat. There is NOWHERE glitter and cat hair can't get to! Go to brush your teeth, there it is on your toothpaste tube. Open your lingerie drawer and it's in your favorite panties or briefs. Go upstairs to your attic and unpack your High school yearbook that you carefully sealed up and SONOFABITCH there's fucking cat hair AND glitter in your fucking yearbook!
And damn the idiots that think it a good idea to send me a greeting card with glitter on it. Really?! Really?!! That's your way of hoping I have a Happy Birthday? By spending it and the next week trying to clean up bits of sparkling shit and not get any in my eyes or dinner? How about I come to your house on your special occasion and dump out my kitchen trash can all over your carpet while yelling "Happy Anniversary! Here's to 30 more years!"? Wouldn't that be fun? Geesh. Doesn't anyone just send Anthrax letters anymore?
And Fuck you, PAAS and other egg decorating companies. It wasn't enough for you to make our noses burn with the vapors of white vinegar, stain out kitchen counters, and worst of all give us those clear crayons in hope of creating pretty eggs but in fact would leave Matisse drooling on himself and wearing an autistic safety helmet. That wasn't enough torture for you. You had to invent Sparkle Eggs. With a new, groundbreaking super glitter that was guaranteed to stick...to everything BUT the fucking eggs. It was all over Easter dinner... and the room ...and the guests...and their cars. It was like fucking Tinkerbell hit critical mass in my dining room and exploded.
Cat hair I understand. It uses the same dispersal method as plant seeds; thin lightweight little couriers that travel vast distances on the slightest breeze or indoor draft. Why exactly a cat has this I don't know. I mean it's not as if those hairs can grow into new cats. It's just some genetic error or God not using enough glue on those buggers. Or maybe it was on purpose and it's God's way of taking us down a notch when we get all full of ourselves at a formal function and then someone pulls us aside to ask if we took a car or rode on an alpaca, and we scramble to remove it asking strangers in the washroom if the they happen to have any scotch or masking tape with them.
But that freaking glitter...wtf is up with that? I am seriously beginning to expect scientists will one day discover that it is a newly discovered species. Glittera Domesticus Annoyus. Sprouting pseudopodia nocturnally would be the only explanation for it's migration abilities. And replication the only one for there being more of it weeks and months later than was ever glued to the original tacky object in the first place.
But both these take second place to the worst offender of all. And God help us, it's almost that time of year again when thousands of people actually invite this horror, this monstrosity right into our living rooms to spread it's insidious, ingenious super annoyance particles deep into every crevice of our lives....
THE BALSAM CHRISTMAS TREE!!
Anyone who has had one knows of what I speak. No matter what you do, you can almost never remove all the needles from your abode. they defy you. They thwart you with every turn. They travel to every area and stay there and wait for discovery as much as a year after throwing out the original tree. They lash out as you walk by in bare or stockinged feet. Scientists are trying to use special sonic devices to actually "hear" their laughter as you run the vacuum cleaner over and over the same spot to remove them. Think I'm kidding? The pine needle conundrum drove David Oreck to madness. It made James Dyson reinvest millions just to solve what no others before him have, all to no avail.
It is no accident that these forces can even become allies. Behold the bare Christmas tree... begging, just begging to have geegaws and whobobs covered in glitter dangling from it. But it dosn't stop there. They call in troops for fortifacation. Distant cousins; Tinsel and Garland. And there you go, mesmerized by the ideal of a gorgeous tree and notions that this year will be different and you will be able to get all cleaned up no problem THIS year, you go running out to the stores to give the tree what it wants. What it needs. What it hungers for.
And the horror continues. Now all you need is for someone to give you a cat for a present. AGGGHHHHHHHH!! That's it! Run! Move Out! It's futile! Sell your house!!! ....if you can. moo ha ha ha
I told you it gets everywhere(no, pic not me. lifted elsewhere)
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Wet Spot Countdown
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Posted:Sep 25, 2013 9:56 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2023 2:52 pm 145157 Views
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Well they say recycling is good for the planet so here is my contribution. I am re-posting a post from another's blog. But before you yell at me it's OK because it was my comment in the first place. I am just too lazy to come up with something new so why not? So for your amusement...
The Top 5 ways To Know If You Slept In The Wet Spot But Forgot To Shower:
#5 When you climb out of bed your body acts as a giant lint roller
#4 At the coffee shop people start talking about their next vacation being by the ocean.
#3 When you go to the bathroom, pulling down your undies feels like removing a Band-aid
#2 On your walk to the bus you turn around to see a long line of cats following you
((drum roll))
#1 When entering the break-room at work fellow employees begin discussing the need to once again clean the refrigerator
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A Blog About Blogging
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Posted:Sep 21, 2013 6:14 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2015 5:44 pm 153614 Views
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OK. So as the 0 to 5 people that ever watched this blog and are also still here at ALT have noticed, I haven't spoken up much in a very long time. Why? Oh the reasons are many. I want to say something but don't have the time. I have the time but forgot what the hell it is I wanted to pontificate about. I have no idea as to what to write or the impetus to do so. I yearn to write and love to see reactions and comments but have been let down by the absence of such. I sometimes feel that I am yelling in a vacuum because so many have left this "MySpace" to run to another "Facebook". I write better when I drink and I drink less as I have been healthier lately. Pick one of the above. All have been the reason at one point or another.
But please know that I have been here all along. Not as much as a while back and over the way too many years, but here none the less. watching, looking, reading. I don't comment on your blogs as much either. I read them and please know I love many of you no less. I just feel less verbose.
But on top of all that...
I feel like I can't ... shouldn't ..have no rite to ...write about D/s ...or love... or relationships. I have HAD much experience. I know quite a bit. I love to teach and help and mentor. But it has been so long since my last...well...anything. I have not felt love or had a real relationship or even a passing affair in so long that when I come out here all I can feel is envy. I am so happy for all of you. So many of you have not had the best of times or lives but it seems so many of you have now found either what you have been looking for or at least something exciting. Or fulfilling. I truly am very happy and excited for you. But people come and people go from Alt and I still am here. I came close to something wonderful a few times but instead was left with hurt and little else. So sometimes...
sometimes...
it just is hard to see everyone so happy. So many subs so close to who I was seeking for decades. So many Doms who I am envious of. I would give my teeth to be in their shoes. I certainly don't want to sound like a little bitch here. Just finally letting out some the frustration at being so lonely. It's funny how it is always submissives that are portrayed as longing , needy, yearning so hard to be found by their "one". So what the fuck is my deal? Why do I feel so much the same way. Needing so badly to be finally understood and wanted by the right person.
So there's your question of the day, ...Do Doms yearn for their mate? Do they Need to have a sub as much as a sub needs her Dom? Forgive me for being honest. I really don't care anymore what people think of me. I am who I am. I just wonder if I am alone at being alone. amongst men.
My heart is empty. My soul is yearning.....and I have had alcohol. A dangerous combination
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"The name is Francis....
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Posted:Mar 13, 2013 2:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2017 2:34 pm 169966 Views
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..but everyone calls me "Psycho". Anyone here calls me Francis, I'll kill ya."
OK, anyone remember what great movie that came from? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Anyone? Bonus RebelPoints if you can without cheating on the interwebs.
So that's the chosen religious name of the new Pope. I would have just picked Ron Popeil...his name has the word "pope" right in there. Anyway, this guy's old moniker was Cardinal Bergoglio. Awesome choice. I have used his olive oil in the past and found it excellent. Also, I think I have stayed and gambled at his resort/casino in Atlantic City. Nothing better than a Party-Pope.
And this one should be a smart one too. First Jesuit ever elected to Popedom. And you know they're the best at beating smarts into young, pliable minds. Also sexual role confusion. But hey, he's probably got to be better than the last guy. No details here but he definitely looked like a caricature from a South Park episode.
But he probably didn't have a choice. I mean that's what the smoke thing is all about. Oh sure the media will tell you the main reason is that the Vatican is telling the public the current state of elections. And that it's a chemical mixture of potassium perchlorate, anthracene and sulfur for the black smoke and potassium chlorate, lactose and a pine resin for the white. But this is how it really goes down...
The Conclave(who call themselves the Mighty Papal Power Rangers in private)pick guy A. He says:
"No-a-fucking-a-way! I-a-dont-a-wana-thata shittya job!" (and yes, behind closed doors they all talk like Father Guido Sarduchi)
They grab him(using those cool hook sticks), take all his extra Hosts he has on him, and throw him in the crematorium stove. THAT'S the black smoke you see. Then they go to choice B. This goes on till one wises up and says "OK, OK, I'll do it. Hand me the white tablecloth with the hole in the middle and the starched toilet seat protector you call a hat."
Now we got us a Pope. So they then take the Hosts from the other candidates that declined and throw them into the stove. THIS is what makes the white smoke and everyone who sees it go crazy like it's Prince spaghetti night.
Why do they use Hosts, you ask. It's simple. They need to get rid of them so no one Cardinal has an advantage. The Cardinals use special Hosts as chips in their poker games during their post Easter spring break bash. Also as wampum to throw at the Sisters in hopes they will show their sweet milky whites at the Nuns-Gone-Wild party. What? You never heard of LollaPOPElooza?
Aren't you glad you have Uncle Rebel to explain life to you?
CARDINALS PICK POPE
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Blog Challenge #14 - Body Parts
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Posted:Feb 25, 2013 8:19 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2013 5:44 pm 171025 Views
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Perhaps too late but here it is...
Well after some thought, here was my problem. I could not use certain parts by rules and some that I used to think OK are not all that anymore. To tell the truth I was never thrilled with my coporeal features. However, there was an answer right in front of me. My hands.
Aesthetically, I always liked my hands. They're slim and strong. Nimble. Vascular (nurses love em for the easy access to blood) which give them a capable look. They can be so gentle and in spite of much manual labor, still remain soft.
And I am not alone in this opinion so I don't feel conceited in liking them. When I was younger I would get compliments on them. Women would grab them and get all gushy saying how beautiful they were.
As I got older I found the many changes happening to my body were a huge disappointment. I hate looking in the mirror. I don't recognize much there. Joints betray you. Wrinkles form. Skin is not as elastic. Etc. And most of that just looks bad to me. But when I look down at my hands they seem to have mostly just gained character. A reflection of my experiences and how I have grown. A microcosm of my life. I have a story for each of my scars on them. Six in total. And a mended broken bone in one. And now a recent permanently bent finger thanks to my job. That one I don't like at all. It's not pretty and hurts and interferes with the quality of my life. But it is what it is.
My hands ARE my life. I wouldn't want to live without them. Think about it for a moment and you realize how much of what you do is done by them. They bear a remarkable percentage of responsibility for your well being compared to the rest of your body.
So here's to my hands...
You enabled me to explore a woman's body and make love so gently and tenderly
Hell, YOU WERE my first lover
You earned me a living and learned what I needed you to
You can defend me, give CPR or first aid to another, and massage another's aching body
With you I can scale a wall, paint a vision, take a photo, sew a button back, or release a pickle from its glass prison
Thanks to you I have experienced holding a baby, cleaning and diapering and feeding said infant. Playing with her along the years
And the thrill and joy of you helping me hold, train, and pet some of the cutest most wonderful creatures ever put on earth. And to letting me feel their soft warm fur
But most of all...thank you for your ability to let me make music. To play instuments so that I can let out what is inside me. For it is that expression of my soul that gives me my worth. My identity. My spirituality
So that's it. When it comes to body parts, I have to hand it to my hands. Let's give them a big hand
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Perv T shirt
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Posted:Nov 27, 2012 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2013 7:38 pm 175490 Views
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Saw this as a T-shirt in a catalog and thought of you perverts. Hope you like.
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Back form Hell...and almost the grave
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Posted:Nov 25, 2012 11:02 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2013 2:49 pm 180643 Views
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Well , Uncle Rebel is finally back in full capacity. My ass still sore from Sandy's non consensual bang slammin. It's been one shitty year for the Rebster and I can't wait for it all to end. Fuck 2012 with a rusty chainsaw. Can't wait for new years eve to wish the bitch goodbye.
In case you are wondering what is making Rebel-meister so cranky and not his usual jocular self, here's a brief rundown of my last few months. Shit-listed at work and transferred. Broken toe. Torn tendon in left hand and on workman's comp from job for 3 months. Chipped bone in right hand. Ah but it gets better. Along comes Sandy. My tree falls on neighbors car and telephone pole taking out all wires with it. No electricity for 7 days. No phone company for 2 weeks. No TV / internet for 3 weeks. No heat for 7 days. And nothing but stupid arguments and ineptitude with/from all of them. But it doesn't stop there. Oh hells no.
While using an antique gas fireplace to keep some small amount of warmth in house, I inadvertently was CO poisoned. On day five as I increased the flames to help with the oncoming drop in temperatures, I realized I and 2 family members had symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning. With my mind all fuzzy and headachey, I packed us in the car and drove over and through the aftermath to the ER. Where after originally scoffing at my diagnosis, the attending came back with the blood work. Told me good catch and if we had gone to bed(which we were about to do in like 2 hours) we would not have woken up and that we were going to be transported to another hospital for hyper baric oxygen treatments. That was a nightmare unto itself which left me untreated but managed to injure my left ear. Was admitted overnight and during that time was given an infection in my veins. I returned with infections and problems to the still devastated home to deal with tree removers and excavators and the aforementioned idiots. Much of it is good now except repair to walkway, lawn, driveway. Insurance will get most of it. But the leftover cost and the soon incoming barrage of medical bills from stupid hospitals are something to keep me aggravated least I get feeling comfortable in any way. That and the pain in my hand(same one with torn tendon) from a collapsed infected vein.
So all in all, yes I am grateful as so many have had it worse than me from Sandy. But still ..its been hell and I need to bitch about it. Tired of medical problems lately. Whats that? I have to shop and clean and cook for Thanksgiving? Fucking Fabulous!
Thank you all who sent me good thoughts and wishes in my post from the cellphone. That post was just before my realizing I was getting CO toasted. So I read them in hospital and that was nice. And thank you all now for wading through this moan session. I needed to vent. Peace and love
my tree, pole, neighbors car
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Blog Challenge # 5 - Darkness (or... yeah, I'm back in)
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Posted:Oct 21, 2012 12:24 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2013 7:02 am 58130 Views
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Ok, so it seems to me that the term darkness can be defined in several different ways. This term being suggested in this particular website might suggest at first deep sexual connotations. But there are other interpretations as well. And while I am aware that my sexuality and darkness sleep in seperate bedrooms, I'm not sure one doesn't sneak into the other's room once in awhile. But I'll get to that in a moment via another route.
So if darkness can be defined as many things such as thoughts or actions of anger, depression, hatred, self-loathing, obsession, or things unaccepted by moral standards or reviled as plain evil, then what stands out most prominently for me? What or which do I find I am guilty of? Never think about or hide from? Or better yet, what part of me do I hide from others? Since I think that is where one must look to find the answer.
As I think of what it means in terms of my life I don't even pause to land on sexuality. Nah. I am really a pretty caring mellow sort of Dom and don't get in to anything dark there. So on I go. The darkest darkness I remember is when I had bouts of depression. Predisposed cause it sort of runs in the genes (my aunt institutionalized and committed suicide and my older brother fighting with utter debilitating despair for decades), I have experienced first hand that deep well of pain and sometimes numbness. It wasn't brain chemical for me though. More situational. My younger years filled with dysfunctional family life, low self esteem, and most of all hurt from friends and unrequited love, left my teens and twenties often marred with gaps in happiness and functioning. But... I toughed it out and worked through it. Slowly over many years, with much therapy, and maturity. Aged like a cheddar. It can still come back. It has in the past come back in the form of depression, anxiety attacks and anger. But for the most part and for a long time, I am better. I feel better and handle life in a better way. From a better place. And most people don't know or would never guess I went through that. But those times of despair and pain and self hating and hating the world and feeling completely worthless and wanting so badly to just vanish from the universe ... well that is darkness indeed. Worse than darkness...blackness. (Cue Rolling Stones' " Paint it Black"). But what I went through marked me and formed me. Made me who I am. For better or worse. But mostly good for I am always empathetic to other people's pain and always try to help. I understand it. I can relate. And I offer a hand up from out of the pit when I can.
But with all the things mentioned above comes depression's ugly cousin anger. There is where I would say I still struggle. Hell many of us do. There is, I think, more anger in the world and in individuals now than any time before. But I am much better with it than in the past. But still, if I had to pick what I think is dark about me or what I like least about me and don't want to show to others, it would be my anger and lack of patience. You know, except in a satirical, humorous way. I come off a lot like Lewis Black if you know who he is. And for the record, I did that shtick first.......but he does do it better.
Now ...how do I deal with it all...the depression, anger, and other negativity? My personal recipe: Humor, Friends, Beauty, Fun. That's it in a nut shell. Laughter, laughter, laughter. It is my tonic, my therapy and maybe my best friend. I strive for it at every given chance. Next up I try to find and take the time to enjoy beauty where I can. Beauty in nature or the creativity of mortals makes my laugh, cry, sing, dance. It awes me. It centers me. It humbles me. It gives me perspective. And for brief and fleeting moments...it makes me think that maybe...just maybe... life in this universe isn't all bad. And maybe there is more than meets the eye. The having fun part is obvious. And making friends and keeping friends is important to be able to stay relate-able, keep grounded, have as an anchoring mechanism, keep from worrying about only yourself, staying in touch with your empathy and most of all sharing the above laughter, beauty, and fun.
Lastly, I come full circle to how any of this relates to this lifestyle for me. How I became a "Dominant" is related to some of what I have revealed here but is a separate topic for another entry. So another time for that. Is my need to have my ego stroked or have a power exchange with a woman in a prescribed circumstance evidence of a form of darkness? I don't know. You tell me. I certainly don't see it as such. I have no malice intended for said partner nor would I allow harm to come to her. Rather it is really all about the mutual enjoyment of both partners for me. So no there.
But...
A while back, I was contacted by someone privately. They told me that they could see in my writings out here some of the pain and hurt I must have experienced in my life. Really?! I was taken back by this. I really didn't think my writings revealed that much. Most have been silly comical retorts. So either this person was taking a big leap and got lucky or was incredibly intuitive/insightful. Knowing a little of this person's past and how they went on empathetically made me think the later. This person went on to say they wished my pain were lessened and that a person can absorb that pain.
The idea hit me in the face. I could not wrap my head around it. It was stuck in my mind. First it was amazing that person saw and felt what they did. And I thank them for their insight and empathy. But the second part was completely new to me. Then in reading some blogs out here I saw this concept again. Not very often but it was there. Now I never really 'got' or liked the idea of inflicting lots of pain on another. Some to heighten pleasure, chastise, or affirm dominance or control, yes. But never the real heavy stuff. I wasn't really sure how a sadist or masochist could go down that deep. And if so how did they get back out and does it hurt them more psychologically? So I left that alone. But now thanks to the person that wrote to me and bloggers like Meli, Kat and a few others, I see there can be (probably in rare instances) another form of this dynamic. Transference of pain. Pain of an emotional kind transferred to another by means of physical pain. The result: perhaps a catharsis of sorts for both and a bond that must be closer than almost any. I can see that now...and wonder why I never did before.
After almost three decades...I am still learning
So how is this darkness for me? I am wondering so much about myself now in regards to this new concept of pain transference. If I found a partner that was the right match in that they understood this, felt this and empathized with my pain, what would I do? Would I be able to let her take pain in this way? Would I have the courage to give it? To let go?. To let someone see and feel all the suffering I have been through in a real and tangible way? How deep would I go? How much would I tap into that darkness...the darkness I never take out of its hiding spot, kept hidden even from me? How would they take it and what would it mean to them. How would I handle the bond that might form from this? So many new questions for this new perspective.
So there it is, . A chunk of uncle Rebel's soul splayed out on a webpage. Have at it. Do what you will with it. Me? I'm feeling all wrung out and a little vulnerable now. This whole letting it all out is hard sometimes. But you know what they say...whateverthefuckwhatever
Thank any and all of you who made it to the end. I appreciate it.
Thanks to CG for the challenge and I hope this makes up for my missing assignments from weeks past.
And thanks to talMeth for the topic. Knew it would be a thought provoker if you were involved. You made me feel stuff. NEVER-DO-THAT-AGAIN!
lol . just kiddin
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