TiNeedsHouseboy
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Joined: 4/24/2005 From: Big Apple blossom blown to The Windy City Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: Euryanx "Expect nothing, and you will never be disappointed." Alexander Pope You may not be disappointed, but that still doesn't fill the void! quote:
ORIGINAL: Euryanx Every relationships is like a snowflake or a flower... no two are alike. So I find it pretty hard to classify all Dommes or all subs as any one particular way. I couldn't agree more. I don't get the sense that people have been pondering "all" kinksters. They've been referencing what's going on with people who contacted them during their respective searches. The problem we're running into, which IMO is reflected by the experiences of people posting to this thread, has been that for whatever reasons, subs who have the inner resilience to keep their Mistresses quite happy are not the guys who seem to troll online services. (That's not intended as a dig against you. You may well be an exception.) Where they are and how to search them out remains a great mystery to me. Just when I think I might have crossed paths with someone who's worth my time, I discover that he's a super turbo liar, who could make Pinocchio's nose look short! Side note: Classic example of the deception propensity..... I noticed that a key concept was plagiarized from my profile and woven into a guy’s profile who'd been stringing me along. After looking more closely at his profile, it occurred to me that his profile likely sounds decent because he knit together notions from sundry Dommes' profiles, rather than typing his own words and speaking from his heart. He's highly educated and articulate, and most assuredly has the skills to do so. In honor of his outrageous approach to Domme hunting -- a guy who happens to be trained as a mathematician -- you may now all play Tom Lehrer singing LOBACHEVSKY. For anyone who'd like to sing along, the words are printed below. Lobachevsky By Tom Lehrer <Spoken intro> For many years now, Mr. Danny Kaye, who has been my particular idol since childbirth, has been doing a routine about the great Russian director Stanislavsky and the secret of success in the acting profession. And I thought it would be interesting to stea... to adapt this idea to the field of mathematics. I always like to make explicit the fact that before I went off not too long ago to fight in the trenches, I was a mathematician by profession. I don't like people to get the idea that I have to do this for a living. I mean, it isn't as though I had to do this, you know, I could be making, oh, 3000 dollars a year just teaching. Be that as it may, some of you may have had occasion to run into mathematicians and to wonder therefore how they got that way, and here, in partial explanation perhaps, is the story of the great Russian mathematician Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky. <End intro. Begin song.> Who made me the genius I am today, The mathematician that others all quote, Who's the professor that made me that way? The greatest that ever got chalk on his coat. One man deserves the credit, One man deserves the blame, And Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Hey! Nicolai Ivanovich Lobach- I am never forget the day I first meet the great Lobachevsky. In one word he told me secret of success in mathematics: Plagiarize! Plagiarize, Let no one else's work evade your eyes, Remember why the good Lord made your eyes, So don't shade your eyes, But plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize - Only be sure always to call it please 'research'. And ever since I meet this man My life is not the same, And Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Hey! Nicolai Ivanovich Lobach- I am never forget the day I am given first original paper to write. It was on analytic and algebraic topology of locally Euclidean parameterization of infinitely differentiable Riemannian manifold. Bozhe moi! This I know from nothing. But I think of great Lobachevsky and get idea - ahah! I have a friend in Minsk, Who has a friend in Pinsk, Whose friend in Omsk Has friend in Tomsk With friend in Akmolinsk. His friend in Alexandrovsk Has friend in Petropavlovsk, Whose friend somehow Is solving now The problem in Dnepropetrovsk. And when his work is done - Ha ha! - begins the fun. From Dnepropetrovsk To Petropavlovsk, By way of Iliysk, And Novorossiysk, To Alexandrovsk to Akmolinsk To Tomsk to Omsk To Pinsk to Minsk To me the news will run, Yes, to me the news will run! And then I write By morning, night, And afternoon, And pretty soon My name in Dnepropetrovsk is cursed, When he finds out I publish first! And who made me a big success And brought me wealth and fame? Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Hey! Nicolai Ivanovich Lobach - I am never forget the day my first book is published. Every chapter I stole from somewhere else. Index I copy from old Vladivostok telephone directory. This book was sensational! Pravda - well, Pravda - Pravda said: (Russian double-talk) It stinks. But Izvestia! Izvestia said: (Russian double-talk) It stinks. Metro-Goldwyn-Moskva buys movie rights for six million rubles, Changing title to 'The Eternal Triangle', With Brigitte Bardot playing part of hypotenuse. And who deserves the credit? And who deserves the blame? Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Hey! So, here's a head scratcher: If plagiarizing mathematical ideas is "research," what does one label pilfered Domme thoughts? We now return you to our regularly scheduled non-musical, non-plagiarized content.... I don't attend local munches or BDSM groups because I can't be exposed to passive cigarette smoke -- including what's been collected in hair and clothing. So, a subbie buddy, who's active in the local scene, and is hired as "official" photographer for kinky events, offered to interview prospects and take their photos for me. (There's a true subbie heart! Sadly, he's married -- of course! Story of my life.) To facilitate his ability to screen attendees, we reviewed what I'm seeking. He assured me that munches, parties and BDSM groups don't have prospective subs who'd be a suitable match for me. quote:
ORIGINAL: Euryanx I look at it as if i'm a unique piece in gigantic crossword puzzle. Out there somewhere in the world are 2-3 other pieces that fit perfectly with my personality. You go through life holding up your piece to other people's pieces... trying to figure out if you're a perfect match. Most are not. Some try to jam their pieces together, and make something fit that just doesn't work. I can count on a couple of fingers the times that i've run into someone that really fit... someone that had just the right balance of chemistry, physical attraction, and mental stimulation. There's not rhyme or reason to when or where it happens. Interesting analogy. Here's another that intrigued me. I saved it from someone's post during a transient stint in a poly Yahoo group: > I always looked at all of us as if we were broken pieces of glass > floating in space and that every now and then we bumped into > another piece of the same color and general shape, and if we > were very, very lucky we would find a piece that we fit together > with and then we could be better as a bigger stronger piece. > When enough fit together made we could even be whole. But > no one piece knows what we will once we all come together. > Maybe we could all be something very beautiful. quote:
ORIGINAL: Euryanx Your idea of meeting someone in the vanilla world, and turning them into the subbie of your dreams is interesting. In some cases i could see where that could work, and be quite satisfying for the Domme. On the other hand, you could also be setting yourself up for a major disappointment if your vanilla date gets nervous and turns and runs. I have yet to hear of an arrangement where this has truly succeeded when a male sub attempted spousal conversion to Domme-hood. In the least traumatic of situations, the wife went along with it as a form of very casual play to indulge her hubbie, but she never felt Domme-ish. She granted permission for him to scene with Dommes, but this causes lies of omission in the relationship. Though he's not having sex with the Dommes, his dick is prominently targeted during scening -- which makes his wife go bonkers, leading him to avoid discussing what transpires. In other situations, indulging the male libido's kinky needs was used to coax him into marriage. Once the ink was dry on the marriage certificate, he was told what a pervert he is and that she wanted no more to with his deviance. (He's a pain slut.) Then there's the case where supposedly the wife launched into Domme mode for a few years (another pain slut), but one day, decided that she was tired of her husband's chronic interest in sex only when it was kinky. She felt that he was far more interested in having his kinks indulged than in having a relationship. She moved out and into the arms of a vanilla lover. They're divorced. quote:
ORIGINAL: Euryanx It's just a matter of finding the right fit, and theortically it seems you could potentially find it anywhere. Conceptually, I realize that this is correct. It's the single reason that I have yet to throw in my search towel. On the other hand, if you would see the droves of futile e-mails and IMs that I've received, it's likely there would not be enough Pepto Bismol plus Compazine available to keep you from barfing your guts out. ~ Ti ~
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