I visit a site every day. It's to help fight breast cancer. If you click on a certain link the site counts that click. After a certain number are reached one of the site's sponsors pays for a mammogram for someone who needs one.
They're doing a drive this month. If they collect 10 million clicks an extra 100 mammograms will be provided.
The click count is falling short. So I thought I'd provide the link here so all the people at JAPM can help out.
Here's the link.
Thanks everyone.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Been too long
Sorry, been caught up in the drama of my life.
Not much to report. I'll be going to another play party next week. Should be fun.
Especially if that tasty Dungeon Monitor is there again.
Have a great day, every one.
Not much to report. I'll be going to another play party next week. Should be fun.
Especially if that tasty Dungeon Monitor is there again.
Have a great day, every one.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sigh
I'm feeling awfully alone these days.
I don't know why but all my friends seem to be drifting away. Or maybe I'm drifting away from them.
Life's such a bitch sometimes.
I don't know why but all my friends seem to be drifting away. Or maybe I'm drifting away from them.
Life's such a bitch sometimes.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
This was cool
An interview with my vampires, George Belleveau and Diane Patterson.
Also I found a photo recently that is pretty much exactly how I imagine Diane to look.
A few years older and not quite as Goth, but her hair color, face and body are spot on.
Also I found a photo recently that is pretty much exactly how I imagine Diane to look.
A few years older and not quite as Goth, but her hair color, face and body are spot on.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
This is disheartening
It turns out the truth may not set you free.
Sad, but I've known this for years.
There's a book I read many years ago, Snapping: America's Epidemic of Sudden Personality Change. In it the authors posited a very interesting hypothesis, information disease.
I wrote an an essay on it a couple of years ago.
It could be said everyone suffers from information disease in some form. There's simply too much information in existence and we haven't the time to go through it all. And information disease is hard to treat.
Still, as the Washington Post article pointed out, the truth isn't completely without effect.
We should be aware that it isn't the cure all we believe it to be.
Sad, but I've known this for years.
There's a book I read many years ago, Snapping: America's Epidemic of Sudden Personality Change. In it the authors posited a very interesting hypothesis, information disease.
I wrote an an essay on it a couple of years ago.
It could be said everyone suffers from information disease in some form. There's simply too much information in existence and we haven't the time to go through it all. And information disease is hard to treat.
Still, as the Washington Post article pointed out, the truth isn't completely without effect.
We should be aware that it isn't the cure all we believe it to be.
Sigh
Anyone want a badly abused soul, cheap?
I'm willing to sell mine for a few nights of decent sleep.
I'm willing to sell mine for a few nights of decent sleep.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Glarg!
That about sums it up.
I can't remember the last time I got a decent night's sleep.
Last night I went to bed early. Two minutes after that one of my roommates comes home. I suspect the man is deaf as moving from point A to point B causes him to make noise only slightly less than that of a brass band.
Then the tail end of Hurricane Ike hit Toronto. High winds and heavy rain for a couple of hours. About half way through there was a horrendous 'crash!' nearby. That gave me such an adrenaline rush that I was wide awake until about three this morning.
My body refused to sleep past 7:30. When I went to the kitchen I found out what made the crash. My neighbor's tree had come down, taking out a fence in my back yard and nearly hitting our house.
I'd love to take a nap but there's a work crew using power saws to remove said tree.
Oi vay iz mir. I'm beat.
I can't remember the last time I got a decent night's sleep.
Last night I went to bed early. Two minutes after that one of my roommates comes home. I suspect the man is deaf as moving from point A to point B causes him to make noise only slightly less than that of a brass band.
Then the tail end of Hurricane Ike hit Toronto. High winds and heavy rain for a couple of hours. About half way through there was a horrendous 'crash!' nearby. That gave me such an adrenaline rush that I was wide awake until about three this morning.
My body refused to sleep past 7:30. When I went to the kitchen I found out what made the crash. My neighbor's tree had come down, taking out a fence in my back yard and nearly hitting our house.
I'd love to take a nap but there's a work crew using power saws to remove said tree.
Oi vay iz mir. I'm beat.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
One of my favorite stories
And a little insight into how I think.
__________
Many years ago there was an old samurai who had decided to retire to become a priest.
But before he could do so he had to determine which of his three sons received the family sword.
So, after thinking a bit, he decided to test them. He went to a room in their home and placed a small wooden block on top of the shoji, the sliding door to the room. When the door was opened the block would fall and hit the person in it.
Then he called his youngest son to him.
The youngest son was a swordsman. He spent every available minute practicing with it. He was sharp, fast and deadly.
He came to the door and opened it. The block fell and struck him. He had his sword out and sliced the block in two before it hit the ground.
The old man stood up in a rage. "Get out of this house!" he shouted. "You are disowned! You do not understand what it means to be samurai and you never will."
Replacing the block the old man called his middle son to him.
This son spent a great deal of time studying the way of the sword. But there were other things he studied as well. They weren't his main point of interest though.
This son came to the door and opened it. The block fell and struck him. He caught it before it hit the ground.
Bowing to his son the old man said, "I am sorry, but you cannot receive the family sword. You do not yet understand what it means to be samurai. But I can see that one day you will."
Resetting his trap the old man had his oldest son come to meet him.
This son studied the sword, but it was just one of many things he studied. He wasn't a poor swordsman. It was just one of his many interests.
He came to the door, started to slide it open. He stopped then to reach up and pull down the wooden block. Entering the room he closed the door and replaced the block. Bowing to his father he asked, "Father? You wished to speak to me?"
"Yes," replied his father. "I have made my decision. You are the one who will receive the family sword as you are the one who most understands what it means to be samurai."
__________
Here's my interpretation of this story.
The sword represents power and the old man had to determine which of his sons received that power, and the responsibility that goes along with it.
The youngest son failed because he didn't have the awareness or the restraint required to use the power responsibly. He did not see the trap. And he reacted without restraint. There was no need to use his sword but he did.
For this lack of awareness and restraint his father cut him off from all power.
The middle son failed because he didn't have the awareness to receive the power. He did react with restraint though.
So his father didn't give him power, but also didn't cut off his access to it. There was a strong possibility the middle son would learn enough awareness to be worthy of power in the future.
The oldest son succeeded because he was the only one aware enough to avoid the trap. By being aware he removed the need to use his power at all. He acted rather than reacted.
This is why the old man gave him the family sword, the power. He was the one least likely to use that power. The eldest son was wise enough, aware enough, that he didn't need power.
There you go. One of my favorite stories, and how I think about it. It forms a major part of my beliefs and actions.
Have a great day, every one.
__________
Many years ago there was an old samurai who had decided to retire to become a priest.
But before he could do so he had to determine which of his three sons received the family sword.
So, after thinking a bit, he decided to test them. He went to a room in their home and placed a small wooden block on top of the shoji, the sliding door to the room. When the door was opened the block would fall and hit the person in it.
Then he called his youngest son to him.
The youngest son was a swordsman. He spent every available minute practicing with it. He was sharp, fast and deadly.
He came to the door and opened it. The block fell and struck him. He had his sword out and sliced the block in two before it hit the ground.
The old man stood up in a rage. "Get out of this house!" he shouted. "You are disowned! You do not understand what it means to be samurai and you never will."
Replacing the block the old man called his middle son to him.
This son spent a great deal of time studying the way of the sword. But there were other things he studied as well. They weren't his main point of interest though.
This son came to the door and opened it. The block fell and struck him. He caught it before it hit the ground.
Bowing to his son the old man said, "I am sorry, but you cannot receive the family sword. You do not yet understand what it means to be samurai. But I can see that one day you will."
Resetting his trap the old man had his oldest son come to meet him.
This son studied the sword, but it was just one of many things he studied. He wasn't a poor swordsman. It was just one of his many interests.
He came to the door, started to slide it open. He stopped then to reach up and pull down the wooden block. Entering the room he closed the door and replaced the block. Bowing to his father he asked, "Father? You wished to speak to me?"
"Yes," replied his father. "I have made my decision. You are the one who will receive the family sword as you are the one who most understands what it means to be samurai."
__________
Here's my interpretation of this story.
The sword represents power and the old man had to determine which of his sons received that power, and the responsibility that goes along with it.
The youngest son failed because he didn't have the awareness or the restraint required to use the power responsibly. He did not see the trap. And he reacted without restraint. There was no need to use his sword but he did.
For this lack of awareness and restraint his father cut him off from all power.
The middle son failed because he didn't have the awareness to receive the power. He did react with restraint though.
So his father didn't give him power, but also didn't cut off his access to it. There was a strong possibility the middle son would learn enough awareness to be worthy of power in the future.
The oldest son succeeded because he was the only one aware enough to avoid the trap. By being aware he removed the need to use his power at all. He acted rather than reacted.
This is why the old man gave him the family sword, the power. He was the one least likely to use that power. The eldest son was wise enough, aware enough, that he didn't need power.
There you go. One of my favorite stories, and how I think about it. It forms a major part of my beliefs and actions.
Have a great day, every one.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
That was interesting
Well, my little expedition to my first play party was a success.
Finding the place was a bit tricky. Firstly because I mis-remembered the directions they provided and went about a kilometer in the wrong direction before I had enough sense to pull out the map I bought with me. Once I found the right street, I headed down it to discover that I was still kind of lost. Arriving at the right spot there wasn't anything but a drive way.
At that point I spotted some people getting out of a car who were obviously in the life so I followed them. It turned out the venue was tucked away in the back of a commercial complex. I'm not sure if I would have found it if it weren't for the people I followed.
There was a reception area where I gave my invitation number and had to sign a waiver. Left my equipment bag there as well.
The venue itself is a photography studio. A large one but still smaller that I expected. The main floor was primarily taken up with the shooting space which comprised about two thirds of the area and the rest was taken up by the kitchen, bathroom and change room with seats along one wall.
There was an upper level, a balcony above the kitchen. I spent a lot of time here as it had a good view of the main floor and I love watching.
There were seven stations set up; a couple of what I call 'A-frames', a St. Andrews Cross and the rest were spanking benches of one type or another.
My first sight on entering was a lovely set of tits that one very obvious sub had on display. I thought that a good omen.
When I arrived there were about twenty people there, some dressed pretty vanilla, some, like the aforementioned sub already for play. I got a cola then wandered around, checking the place out. I finished my recon upstairs.
It turns out there were two more stations upstairs. I found out why later.
More people arrived and then the first scene started at one of the 'A-frames'. This was an obvious couple; her dressed in a very sexy lingerie ensemble, him in simple black. He chained her wrists to the frame and started to smack her with various floggers. His skill was good, he varied his work in strength, rhythm and area, interspersed with caresses of her intimate areas. She was flying by the time he was done about forty minutes later. They shared a very sweet rapport.
That got the ball rolling and the other stations began to fill up. Among the more memorable scenes was a couple of dommes playing with a zaftig young woman in a school girl's uniform. There was another couple who I could tell were close. He led her around on a leash all night. She wore an outfit that was could be ripped and it was very nicely ripped by the time they were done.
One of the doms was in demand for his skill with whips and floggers. I saw him play with several subs of both sexes. I watched his scenes for pointers. Another had a huge selection of rattan canes that he used very well. The young lady he used them on was grinning in a drunken manner when he finally let her down.
It turned out that the upstairs stations were for more extreme scenes. I didn't pay close attention, not my cup of tea. Of the scenes I caught glimpses of there was one dom performing cock torture on his sub and a woman doing something with needles to a femme.
I circulated a fair bit, talked to a few people. One of the Dungeon Monitors really caught my eye. Rather tall with raven hair, she had on a rather dishabille school girls outfit that didn't quite cross the line to outright slutty. Delicious.
I didn't do any playing. I didn't get any offers and didn't know anyone well enough to offer myself.
I left a little before one. I wanted to stay but I'd had a very long day so had to leave.
Still it was a most interesting evening. I'll be going again next month.
Finding the place was a bit tricky. Firstly because I mis-remembered the directions they provided and went about a kilometer in the wrong direction before I had enough sense to pull out the map I bought with me. Once I found the right street, I headed down it to discover that I was still kind of lost. Arriving at the right spot there wasn't anything but a drive way.
At that point I spotted some people getting out of a car who were obviously in the life so I followed them. It turned out the venue was tucked away in the back of a commercial complex. I'm not sure if I would have found it if it weren't for the people I followed.
There was a reception area where I gave my invitation number and had to sign a waiver. Left my equipment bag there as well.
The venue itself is a photography studio. A large one but still smaller that I expected. The main floor was primarily taken up with the shooting space which comprised about two thirds of the area and the rest was taken up by the kitchen, bathroom and change room with seats along one wall.
There was an upper level, a balcony above the kitchen. I spent a lot of time here as it had a good view of the main floor and I love watching.
There were seven stations set up; a couple of what I call 'A-frames', a St. Andrews Cross and the rest were spanking benches of one type or another.
My first sight on entering was a lovely set of tits that one very obvious sub had on display. I thought that a good omen.
When I arrived there were about twenty people there, some dressed pretty vanilla, some, like the aforementioned sub already for play. I got a cola then wandered around, checking the place out. I finished my recon upstairs.
It turns out there were two more stations upstairs. I found out why later.
More people arrived and then the first scene started at one of the 'A-frames'. This was an obvious couple; her dressed in a very sexy lingerie ensemble, him in simple black. He chained her wrists to the frame and started to smack her with various floggers. His skill was good, he varied his work in strength, rhythm and area, interspersed with caresses of her intimate areas. She was flying by the time he was done about forty minutes later. They shared a very sweet rapport.
That got the ball rolling and the other stations began to fill up. Among the more memorable scenes was a couple of dommes playing with a zaftig young woman in a school girl's uniform. There was another couple who I could tell were close. He led her around on a leash all night. She wore an outfit that was could be ripped and it was very nicely ripped by the time they were done.
One of the doms was in demand for his skill with whips and floggers. I saw him play with several subs of both sexes. I watched his scenes for pointers. Another had a huge selection of rattan canes that he used very well. The young lady he used them on was grinning in a drunken manner when he finally let her down.
It turned out that the upstairs stations were for more extreme scenes. I didn't pay close attention, not my cup of tea. Of the scenes I caught glimpses of there was one dom performing cock torture on his sub and a woman doing something with needles to a femme.
I circulated a fair bit, talked to a few people. One of the Dungeon Monitors really caught my eye. Rather tall with raven hair, she had on a rather dishabille school girls outfit that didn't quite cross the line to outright slutty. Delicious.
I didn't do any playing. I didn't get any offers and didn't know anyone well enough to offer myself.
I left a little before one. I wanted to stay but I'd had a very long day so had to leave.
Still it was a most interesting evening. I'll be going again next month.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Oops.
It's been a week since I last posted anything. Sorry.
Actually things have been good. I've actually typed Fin on a first draft. That's the first time since early May. That feels good. My critique partners like it too.
I'll finish polishing and submitting it to Literotica today.
Tomorrow night is a play party, the first time I've ever been to one.
I'm ready. I did some shopping for equipment last Friday and today.
Last Friday I got a good pair of leather cuffs and a very nice wire crop.
Today was peripheral stuff, black t-shirts (I do want the right ambiance), some salve for sore spots, tissues for wiping tears and wet towelettes for cleaning welts and that. Also clothespins. You can guess what those are for.
While I was at the hardware store getting the clothespins I discovered they were right next to the chain dispensers. Needless to say that gave me ideas. I'm not sure if I'm going to go with the gold covered or the thin with somewhat sharp edges.
Oh well. Plenty of time to decide.
Life's good.
Actually things have been good. I've actually typed Fin on a first draft. That's the first time since early May. That feels good. My critique partners like it too.
I'll finish polishing and submitting it to Literotica today.
Tomorrow night is a play party, the first time I've ever been to one.
I'm ready. I did some shopping for equipment last Friday and today.
Last Friday I got a good pair of leather cuffs and a very nice wire crop.
Today was peripheral stuff, black t-shirts (I do want the right ambiance), some salve for sore spots, tissues for wiping tears and wet towelettes for cleaning welts and that. Also clothespins. You can guess what those are for.
While I was at the hardware store getting the clothespins I discovered they were right next to the chain dispensers. Needless to say that gave me ideas. I'm not sure if I'm going to go with the gold covered or the thin with somewhat sharp edges.
Oh well. Plenty of time to decide.
Life's good.
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