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Name: Luin
Age: 22
Location: The Stars
Interests: Reading books of
an interesting and obscure nature, writing about what goes
bump in the night, watching movies that make me ponder what
we believe to be reality, listening to music that would make
God cry.
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there are web sites that attempt to make a contribution.
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Saturday, September 10
OK, so, at first i was a little ticked off...how can i top this? i can't, it isn't possible, and now I am freaking out...
my little baby brother is moving to Honduras, to work with children. What is going to happen to him? He could get hurt, he could get lost, he could have a really bad headache - and i wouldn't be able to do a damn thing. Why? Because he'll be in fucking Honduras! i'm an hour away from canuk-land...do you realize how far Honduras is from me??? a long way fucking way away. i don't know how long, but i know it is a long fucking way away, and my little sainted baby brother is moving there...
THIS FUCKING SUCKS.
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Sunday, September 4
Why would you put yourself in that position?
i often get the question "Why would you put yourself in that position? Why would you demean yourself like that?" when questioning my choice of liestyle, or rather what they think is my choice of lifestyle. What they fail to realize is that even though my lifestyle is not my choice, i do have a choice asto the position i am in. i have never once allowed myself to be demeaned.
When people hear BDSM, they think whips, chins and orders. They think of someone who believes they are better, stronger and more powerful than the other, and the other person is a doorstop. This is not an accurate depiction of any healthy D/s relationship.
A healthy D/s relationship is one in which two people are equal partners, and have boundaries and positions entirely individual of one another, there is no room for ambiguity. One person has one role, the other has the opposite. It is yin and yang, however, just because the Dominant is in complete control of the submissive does not mean there is any lack of respect, and it doesn't mean that one person gives and one person recieves, it just makes it that much more special when the reciever gives. They aren't giving because "it is fair" they are giving because they want to. That is a beautiful thing.
It is a beautiful thing to be able to feel complete and utter trust in someone, to know that they wont put you in any kind of danger even though they are in a position to. It is daily affirmation of love.
Another beautiful thing is the fact that the Dom/me is in the position to exploe the boundaries of the sub. Those boundaries are physical, emotional and spiritual. Imagine knowing someone so well you know exactly what they are capable of. It is a sign of awesome respect and tremendous faith.
And then there is the fact that the sub is the one to say stop. The sub serves because the sub wants to serve, and if, per chance they are uncomfortable they say stop (in the form of a safeowrd) and it stops, right then and there, no questions asked. So while the Dom/me pushes the boundaries, the sub is truly in control.
This is what BDSM means to me. It is not entirely sexual. It is the way i chose to live my entire life. It is what i am looking for in a man. i am looking to be completed...
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Friday, September 2
It is impossibly difficult to look at someone who has been abused, and not feel guilty for being lucky. For those of us who find peace in submission, we run an eternal risk of not knowing if the man we have chosen to call Master is deserving. Indeed, i myself have met such "Masters".
The one who thinks it is all a game. The one who uses it as an excuse to only recieve. The one who uses it as an excuse to take out all that pent up anger and frustration. These wolves in sheep's clothing are so easy to miss, it is scary.
i have been lucky enough not to have had "encounters" with such Masters. In so many cases luck is all that it has to do with. A woman (or man, for that matter) can go into a relationship strong...willful, but fear is a corrosive agent, and it eats away everything that person was. This is not just the case with those of us in a D/s relationship, but with any and all relationships, from family, to friends to lovers.
If you or someone you know are a victim of abuse, please visit:

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Friday, August 26
OK, so this is what happened. i was browsing Yahoo! Personals for the real nut jobs a few months ago. i get bored easily. i came across this profile of this guy that is perfect for me. Did nothing about it.
Fast forward a few months. i tell my friend, about him, and she said, "well, I have a subscription. you should email him." So i looked him up, and under her screen name i im'd him, pretending to be her. Just saying that if he is interested in getting to know her friend, he should give her a call and sh'll hook us up.
Well, the next day she im's me with his reply, that she should send a pic and his email address and bla bla bla. i im him, and talk for a little over three hours. Great conversation! Lots in common! Fantastic. The next day...nothing...the next day...nothing...the next...nothing. Sunday i go to that friend's house, and the next morning i am looking online to see if i can get into my message archive to see what my friends think. Is he interested? Isn't he? Do they think he is just busy? Well, it wasn't my message archive that i opened. It was my friend's.
Turns out they have been talking plenty. He isn't interested in me. Would this bother me? Absolutely not. i am not bothered by people uninterested in me. i'm used to it. What upsets me is that my friend didn't care about my feelings. She didn't even tell me. Maybe i'm naive, but friends do not do that.
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Monday, August 22
Betrayal: Ode to a Life Reborn
Your's was the shoulder
My soul to sustain.
You were the one
Who i turned to in pain.
And when in oblivion,
When fire fell like rain,
You said i'd arise
Like a pheonix from lowliness.
In pain i resolve.
My prison; restraint.
Life unto betrayal
Death unto constraint.
When again i went under
The black sea of disdain
Who'd have thought my best friend
And our friendship the bane.
Like the sunrise
I will live to rejuvinate.
And forever alone
In my heartbroken fate.
For kingdoms might crumble
And my life might desintigrate
I will never let all the world
Get the best of me.
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