hoosakitty

i have a friend...not just any friend...but one amazing, loyal, there-for-me-no-matter-what friend that becomes more dear to me as the years go by. He has laughed with me, cried with me, scolded me when i needed it, encouraged me, counseled me, made me feel special, and loved me unconditionally (even when i was being stupid and bull-headed). He keeps my secrets, and i keep his...if one hurts, the other hurts.

i have been somewhat out of touch lately...life has been pulling me in ...

i saw a posting about what a true Dom is, and like the person below, it annoyed me just a little...it was incomplete...so i decided to share what she wrote:

I keep seeing that post flying around, the one that says "A True Dom has a firm mind, a firm hand, a firm gaze, a firm grip and a soft heart." And every time I see it, it annoys me. I’m not sure why I find it so irritating. I thought it was the ‘soft heart’ bit. But perhaps it’s the ‘true Dom’ part. Like all the ones ...

I’ve spent the last week reflecting…a deep introspection that seems to have left me with no solutions. Love is my problem, that is certain. I am a slave to it. What is right pales in comparison to what I feel. But this is a love without hope…without resolution…without the fairy tale ending all romantics live for. No amount of sleep, tears, or whiskey is changing anything. I imagine if I wait long enough…stay strong long enough…that bitterness will seep in and solve everything for me.
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This was not intended to be a blog, rather an entry on my own profile seen only by my friends....but the word count was too long, and i choose not to edit it, fearing that any change will lessen its meaning. So it is left to fate as to who will read it:

i've come to realize that metamorphosis is not necessarily a good thing. Generally, my attitude towards it has been positive, assuming that the changing of one's self is a betterment....the caterpillar emerging into a new and beautiful ...

A wise Aristotle said: “Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”

How true! To feel always together…connected by those ethereal, and amazingly strong cords of thought and emotion.

And when this transcends into the physical…the sync of two bodies knowing instinctively the needs of the other…then there is a totality, a completion, a merging like no other…the amalgamation of two bodies and one spirit.

You….have changed me…
Molded me into a new and beautiful creature,
strong and resilient…powerful on my knees.

You have forged my heart in cruel and awesome fires…
only to wrap me in tenderness,
and to fold me in arms of light.

You…have given me a name…a purpose…
and a hope that will not fade…
You have made me...Yours.

Your kisses, like fire, burning where they touch
Your fingers the kindling, spreading the flame along my skin
And i am consumed by your using, every particle devoured…
Every breath my last


i've discovered something this weekend about my nature...about His hold on me...about this rapturous disaster that fills me again and again, sating this god-forsaken hunger with the sweetened bliss only He can give.

i watched moths come to the candle in ...

Can you count tears? Can you catch them, like diamonds, and put a name to each one? Lay them out on the floor, where you fell in grief, and order them in straight lines…trying to make some sense of the pain? Is it possible to contain them in a velvet bag like jewels, and take them to the one they were spilt for…trying to buy back their love?

Or do you just let them soak into the earth…to disappear with your very heart…

was sitting around missing my Sir, and began reading a recent note he sent me...how he considered me to be a "good girl", and everything that term meant to him. this is part of that note:



Good girls are intelligent and can be witty, they are interesting to talk with and like to smile and laugh. Their intelligence and wit allows them to be cheeky and, sometimes, to get away with it. Good girls are feminine because they like being women.
Good girls are ...

within you i lose myself…
without you i find myself
wanting to be lost again.

~unknown


Lost…what an appropriate term…i am so completely lost in you.

First, i lost my focus…ok, i could deal with that…wanting you every second was kind of exciting.

Next, i lost my heart…wow, didn’t expect that...wasn’t looking for it…how the hell did that happen ?

Then there went my mind…not so good that, i might need ...