We could arrange to have one of these built for the backyard.
The submissive husband can sleep in it.
I'll call it....The Cuckold Cottage. :)
Saturday, December 16, 2017
A Disrespectful Message To President Trump.
Fuck You Donald Trump!
1. Diversity
2. Entitlement
3. Evidence-based
4. Fetus
5. Science-based
6. Transgender
7. Vulnerable
2. Entitlement
3. Evidence-based
4. Fetus
5. Science-based
6. Transgender
7. Vulnerable
Just to reiterate my message once again....
Fuck you Trump! :)
"The modern conservative is engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness."- quote from John Kenneth Galbraith, Canadian-born economist, public official, and diplomat, and a leading proponent of 20th-century American liberalism.
Poor People Are Just Lazy and Won't Work Hard?
Really?
Luck has nothing to do with it?
Seriously?
For those that think poor people are lazy bums trying to live off others...
I say.... :)
Friday, December 15, 2017
The Power of Lingerie: From Crossdressers to Transwomen – A conversation with Orsino12.
This fascinating interview was sent to me by the person known as Orsino12. After a brief discussion it was mutually agreed that I would repost it....with the hopes that others might find it interesting, entertaining and educational. :)
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Just a Reminder....
I am a Pro-Sarcastic Snarkatrix, a Vocabularyistic Savantatrix and I know all about your lingering lascivious licentious cuntalingus cunnilingual carnal lust you rapscallion reprobates. :)
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Where is this relationship going?
(A 9 month "romance" with a guy on Fetlife sending me unsolicited messages....or more like demands, lol. I'm always surprised, that these guys are "surprised" that this method doesn't work. Shortened his "name" for his privacy.) :)
Greetings
Ca48M
written :
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A Dominant Woman - An Inspiration To Me. (Not one of my "normal" posts.)
In Northern New Mexico there is a rural area (name withheld for privacy, I threw "purple shade" on her face, and will call her only "C") that for eons has been home to Native Americans and for the last few hundred years, descendants of Spain. Obviously over the years many people intermingled, dated, some of them married and reproduced.
This story is about "C."
She's mixed blood. She's pushing 90. She raised 8 kids (after her husband disappeared) mostly sons, all handsome and affable guys, brown skinned, easy to laugh, polite, respectful, muscular, hard working, several of them were state wrestling champions (or near to it) and one made it to the Olympic trials for wrestling years ago, but got hurt in the early stages and had to pull out.
She ran a small local business (only a few hundred people live in that area) plus has some acres where they grow chili, beans, potatoes, squash, various vegetables and have a small orchard. Mixed in with this are a few pigs, some chickens, the usual sorts of livestock one can expect in that type of setting, and the standard issue of random dogs and cats that wander in an out, and she feeds all strays, both the four legged variety and the human kind....no matter what. :)
She's one of the most amazing women I've even known. She's a fantastic weaver and has supplemented her income by selling rugs that she wove for decades. She fought for water rights with those that ran the "zanja de irrigación" (irrigation ditches to water fields) was involved many, many years ago when the Electric Cooperative was still trying to get power to some areas, has advocated for the impoverished, kids, the elderly her whole life.
She's never cared about wealth or material possessions beyond what's needed to survive. Its important to her that she's "one with the world", the land, the sky, her ancestors (Navajo and Spanish) going back centuries who also were weavers, famers, basically just honest people trying to survive. She spends her time with her kids, grandkids, great grandkids, her neighbors and in her weaving room and with her animals.
I go see her and she warms up tortillas on an old cast iron wood stove, coffee pot boiling on top. We have tortillas with eggs, beans, chili, all fresh from her own land. She's the wisest woman I've ever known. I want to emulate so much of what she's accomplished, and her nature in life. How she cares for the disadvantaged and downtrodden. Those without a voice, without power...she has no fear, of anything or anyone other than spending a lifetime of doing nothing good for others or the planet. That serenity that emanates from her is just so peaceful, so calming. Its just what I want. Being sexually dominant in the bedroom is fantastic. Being able to use that "dominance" to affect positive change...that's even better. :)
What is a cuck and what is cuckolding? A beginner’s guide to the fetish.
Good luck repopulating the planet with...two male lions? :)
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Cock Fighting - Smoldering Pants and Sheep. :)
Liar Liar pants on fire
Hanging outside on the telephone wire.
"Kids" today have no idea what a "telephone wire" is. :)
Sissy Apron - Spanking Skirt - Crossdressing Apron - Cock Skirt - Chastity Apron?
Cock Chastity Cuckold Curtain Aprons?
Cute Cunt Curtain Accouterments?
(I mean they are gender neutral and unisex usable.)
Super Spankable Sissy Spanking Skirt?
FLR Domestic Discipline Uniform for Feminized Transvestite Men?
Glory Hole Aprons, lol? :)
Monday, December 11, 2017
Prime Minister - Yes Minister (Best Ever.)
(BBC shows are vastly superior in writing compared to the majority of USA shows...ergo why I don't really watch much TV.) :)
James Hacker: No, the Prime Minister has asked me to undertake this task, this necessary duty. After all, we must all endeavor to do our duty. Furthermore, Sir Mark thinks there may be votes in it. And if so, I don't intend to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Sir Humphrey Appleby: I put it to you, Minister, that you are looking a Trojan horse in the mouth!
James Hacker: If we look closely at this gift horse, we'll find it full of Trojans?
Bernard Woolley: If you had looked a Trojan horse in the mouth, Minister, you'd have found Greeks inside. Well the point is, it was the Greeks who gave the Trojan horse to the Trojans, so technically, it wasn't a Trojan horse at all, it was a Greek horse. Hence the tag "Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes", which you'll recall, is usually and somewhat inaccurately translated as "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts". Or doubtless you would have recalled had you not attended the LSE.
James Hacker: Greek tags are all very well, but can we stick to the point?
Bernard Woolley: Sorry, Greek tags?
James Hacker: "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts". I suppose the EEC equivalent would be, "Beware Greeks bearing an olive oil surplus"!
Bernard Woolley: No, the point is, Minister, just as the Trojan horse was Greek, what you call a Greek tag is, in fact, Latin. It's obvious, really: The Greeks would never suggest bewaring of themselves, if one can use such a participle, and it's clearly Latin not because "Timeo" ends in "o", as the Greek first person also ends in "o". No, there is a Greek word "Timao" meaning "I honour", but the "os" ending is a nominative singular termination of a second declension in Greek and an accusative plural in Latin, though actually Danaos is not only the Greek for Greek, it's also the Latin for Greek.
[The Prime Minister believes that he gave a clear, simple, straightforward and honest answer.]
Sir Humphrey: Unfortunately, although the answer was indeed clear, simple, and straightforward, there is some difficulty in justifiably assigning to it the fourth of the epithets you applied to the statement, in as much as the precise correlation between the information you communicated and the facts, insofar as they can be determined and demonstrated, is such as to cause epistemological problems, of sufficient magnitude as to lay upon the logical and semantic resources of the English language a heavier burden than they can reasonably be expected to bear.
Hacker: Epistemological — what are you talking about?
Sir Humphrey: You told a lie.
Hacker: A lie?
Sir Humphrey: A lie.
Hacker: What do you mean, a lie?
Sir Humphrey: I mean you… lied. Yes, I know this is a difficult concept to get across to a politician. You… ah yes, you did not tell the truth.
Hacker: You mean we are bugging Hugh Halifax's telephones?
Sir Humphrey: We were.
Hacker: We were? When did we stop?
Sir Humphrey: [checks his watch] Seventeen minutes ago.
Bernard: The fact that you needed to know was not known at the time that the now known need to know was known, and therefore those that needed to advise and inform the Home Secretary perhaps felt that the information that he needed as to whether to inform the highest authority of the known information was not yet known, and therefore there was no authority for the authority to be informed because the need to know was not, at that time, known or needed.
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