Crossing Over To The Other Side
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Posted:Aug 6, 2007 3:35 am
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2007 5:02 pm 5522 Views
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I was waiting at the train station when a fox began walking across the tracks. Just then, a train came along and lopped off a piece of his tail. The fox frenetically ran around in circles in search of the missing piece. Just then, another train came along and decapitated him.
A elderly man sitting next to me suddenly tapped me on the shoulder and lectured,
“See that? You should never lose your head over a piece of tail.”
I quickly replied,
“I’ve heard that before but you don’t understand. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.”
He laughed.
I elaborated,
“I’m way crazier than the fox. I'm prepared to cross the tracks and lose my tail over a part of my head driven purely by my heart hoping to meet my other half and become a whole."
He wished me luck as I headed closer to the tracks admiring the photojournalistic perspective.
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She Lives Within My Dreams
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Posted:Aug 4, 2007 11:27 pm
Last Updated:Sep 1, 2007 7:58 pm 5973 Views
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She lives within my dreams each night,
her voice ignites my flames so bright,
exquisite in all her form,
Im swept up in a storm.
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We walk along a favorite beach
moonlit sand, warm hands and feet
waves crashing, a breeze passes
her hair shining, flowing,
eyes filled with love,
I want her.
Not just tonight,
I want her,
as long as life itself.
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The Lion's Favorite Meal
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Posted:Aug 4, 2007 9:30 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2007 2:04 am 5560 Views
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Whats a lions favorite meal?
A little pussy.
A Man Who Loves His Work
Sometimes he trusses them up. Other times he splays them wide open face down and rubs them all over with oil before he gets them really hot. If hes in a special mood, he may place them in a bath first with fragrant oils, lovingly making them feel so tender. He loves to whip their younger counterparts at times and eats them often. He might join them together at times presenting them for his friends to enjoy.
Who is he and what is he doing?
A chef preparing chicken and eggs.
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You Brighten My Day
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Posted:Aug 4, 2007 8:17 pm
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2007 9:08 pm 4926 Views
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You brighten my day,
knowing you exist,
sensing youre here,
hearing my thoughts.
I think of you,
writing this too,
I whisper softly,
near your ear,
Thank you
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Not Just Another Typical Email Exchange - Two Opposing Philosophies At Large
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Posted:Aug 4, 2007 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2007 12:31 am 6035 Views
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Whether it’s exchanging email with a potential partner or expressing an opinion in a blog, there are often two opposing perspectives. Much of the time, it revolves around the general differences between men and women and especially on Alt, that often means he wants to hook up tonight and only tonight whereas she would like to take her time, get to know him and develop something more meaningful. Of course that’s a generalization but I see it expressed fairly frequently. Some men want to get married right away on the other end of the spectrum whereas the women might not be so keen on this.
The consistency is that men tend to pursue with an ideal in mind whether it’s sex tonight, a D/s relationship after an email or two or heading down the aisle after the third date. Women often take a more defensive role holding the forward motion back to evaluate and be more certain before they advance to the next level. That’s a general tendency that illustrates the differences between men and women. Whether the goal is getting laid, marriage, submitting to their grocery list of activities or signing a slave contract, the men often pursue from an idealistic stance while women often approach finding a partner with realism.
There are two Elizabethan poems that demonstrate this difference beautifully. While they may sound flowery to your ears, they’re really quite similar to their modern counterparts in underlying content.
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love by Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy-buds,
With coral clasps and amber-studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
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The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd by Sir Walter Raleigh
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
The gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,—
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.
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Chocolate Nut - Searching for Buried Treasure
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Posted:Aug 4, 2007 2:57 am
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2007 9:24 pm 5300 Views
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I just read in the news about a squirrel who steals chocolate treats from a store in Helsinki.
Next time I experience a chocolate shortage around here, you might find me out back digging around for buried treasures!
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Men and the Learning Curve
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Posted:Aug 3, 2007 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2007 3:13 am 5715 Views
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A woman receives an email from a man expressing his desire to have her as a slave. She replies:
Yeah right, as if I want to have and raise your babies, do windows, scrub floors and serve your friends hot wings during football season only to have you leave me for someone once the fun wears off. Are you kidding me? I’d rather be kidnapped and tortured by the Spanish Inquisition!
A man writes to a woman advertising herself as a Dominant. He tells her how much he would love for her to spank and humiliate him daily. She sends him an email explaining:
That’s not submission buddy. That’s fun and games. It’s easy for me to find guys to do that. I want a real submissive, one who’ll listen to me, care about my feelings and commit!
Another man writes to a woman who’s indicated an interest in switching. He says, “I’d enjoy switching with you. I’m perfectly happy on top or the bottom. She writes back:
Oh, apparently there’s been a misunderstanding. What I meant by switching is, we’ll split the chores and the remote control 50/50!
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Bridge Tragedies, Sympathetic Resonance, Love & BDSM
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Posted:Aug 3, 2007 9:52 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2007 8:21 am 5415 Views
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The bridge tragedy in Minnesota says something about our priorities gone awry. It’s sad. I hope it helps change the direction of our thinking with the change in administration.
It also made me think about the most famous bridge tragedy in American history familiar to every engineering student which occurred in Tacoma, Washington in 1940. It was the result of misunderstanding a fundamental physics principle known as sympathetic resonance. I saw the film and learned about it in an acoustics class. It's easy to find on the internet. A powerful storm produced winds that matched the natural frequency of the bridge which began twisting and undulating and ultimately collapsing.
Everything has a natural resonating frequency. If you’ve ever turned your speakers up and found a certain bass note in a song caused something in your house to start vibrating, it’s because the note was precisely the same frequency as the object’s natural frequency. The essence of it is that when two objects resonate at the same frequency, the energy produced is significantly more than the combined energy released by the two objects. A simple way to understand it is that two singers singing perfectly in tune together will be much louder than two singers singing off key.
I believe the same phenomenon exists in love and bdsm even if it’s more abstract. The power of the ring has been written about for a long time. When two people grow together in their intimacy, the energy released between them is exponentially greater than the sum of their independent energies. This is something to truly behold as there’s nothing else that can compare to it. For me, it transcends existence.
I’m seeking sympathetic resonance. I hope you are too. If only we’ll cross the bridge the structure of which is perfectly sound, I’m certain we’ll resonate together releasing an energy that can move mountains. Everyone should experience it in their journey through life.
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I'm Nobody! Are you nobody too?
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Posted:Aug 3, 2007 2:49 am
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2007 8:01 am 6300 Views
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Well, I tried my hand at poetry earlier and it seems only fair to balance it with others who know what they’re doing.
I’ve only changed my profile once in my time at Alt which really communicates the same message it did originally. I just felt the need to be less subtle. What I really want to post as my entire profile is this poem by Emily Dickinson.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Do you have some favorite poems?
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Beneath Her Mask
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Posted:Aug 3, 2007 12:18 am
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2007 4:55 pm 5365 Views
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Beneath Her Mask
I wish I could see,
beneath her mask,
I’ve imagined it,
a thousand ways, yet,
I have no idea.
I want to ask, but,
I feel she would,
if only,
she could get past,
the fear, the worry,
or maybe something else,
that keeps her from,
unveiling her face,
her deepest thoughts,
her innermost feelings.
Mystery is beauty,
it stirs the imagination,
it keeps one in a state,
of wonder, but,
I know the beauty,
of her mystery,
will continue far,
beyond her portrait.
Infinitely interesting,
the heart,
the mind,
the mystery,
that is her.
I’m certain,
I would love
all that is,
beneath her mask.
It’s not about perfection;
it’s about seeing the beauty,
in the imperfections,
of all that is,
beneath her mask.
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