My name is Prince

Although I talk about a certain aspect of my life and it’s an important part, there is more to me then just ranting on about D/s or leather. I also like and play video games, yup I’ve played my fare share of pong. I have a psp, ps2 and a wii.

I came across this. Jake brokeback mountain Gyllenhaal will be playing Prince Dastan. who the hell is that you ask? Why he’s the Prince of Persia, and the main character in the video game Prince of Persia the sands of time.  The movie comes out in 2010, so there’s a bit of a wait, one I’m sure will be worth it. But for now for those who like to jerk off you’ll have to use this until Mr. Gyllenhaal is up on the screen. Read more about the movie here Prince of Persia I haven’t played prince of persia, but I’ve watched someone play and it looks really cool. I might have to check it out. Being a little geeky, okay alot geeky. Hope this will be better then that piece of sugar honey ice tea wolverine.

The Glow Inside

I’m tinggling all over. the Glow Inside listed my little blog as one of tweenty five blog by dominant woman. How cool is that? He states that he wanted to try to list tweenty five blogs he could think of  in a half hour. He also stated that he hasn’t read them all. I don’t know if being listed at number four is because he thought of the hip fourth or I might be having an Ophra moment?  Number four ahh I feel the glow inside.

Maybe

At work I am three out of a staff of 21 who are over 40 years old. It wasn’t always like that but due to restructuring and the like it now is. One of my favorite sayings at the job to some staff members is:

“I know your world began when you were born, but understand a lot of things were here before you got here”. Meaning they are not the only ones living in the world. Or the world doesn’t revolve around them.

Another one is “I wasn’t born this big.” This is usually the reply when I say something that they are shocked to hear from me. I wasn’t born this big is a statement of fact one and is a way of saying I’ve lived longer and have experience they yet to have.

I too have suffered at times when I was younger believing I was the only one who might have thought a certain way. But with time and meeting people I’ve found as my mother would say “you’re not the only one who thinks that.” And she was right. She too wasn’t born that big.

So it really should not have come as a surprise reading a blog that I came across where the young lady with some help wrote up a list of 8 things a dominant woman wanted. The list is a good one and although I’ve as well as others even before the internet have had conversations such as this over the years; I understand it’s new to her. And that’s cool.

But what made me jerk my knee wasn’t the list, but some of what was written in the disclaimer, she wrote “The list probably applies mostly in America, and possibly only on the coasts, and maybe even only to educated, geeky, 20-something, queer-identified dominant women. This is why we welcome reader feedback and peer review!”

Since the word “maybe” is in the above sentence my knee jerk didn’t knock my laptop off its stand. This got me thinking about my own journey, with life. When I was growing up if you were luck, someone older then you would take you under their wing. This was a great opportunity to learn may things and depending on the person and their circle of friends could be one hell of an education. I consider myself one of the lucky ones who had this kind of education.

So, maybe the person doesn’t socialize with people over 20 something? Or maybe they do? Maybe they have no interest in hearing the opinion of people who aren’t 20 something. (I’m assuming here because they asked for peer review. And since I’m not their peer and don’t see an email address to give my thoughts to the discussion, I’d have to reply to the post directly). But, and this is something I’ve heard far too many times with people two generations below me. They don’t have a need to be taken under anyone’s wing. Except with people like themselves, this is like the blind leading the blind.

I can’t help but remember what a young man who said :”I don’t need to be taught by someone I will just learn.” I don’t know how he would learn and not want to be taught but…

Here’s something to ponder “No one was born knowing what they know now. We all had to be taught either through trial and error, or by someone. Being taught by some one does a lot better then have to call 911 because of an error.”

But what do I know I might be wrong? And I’m cool with that… maybe

a dog chasing their tail

It seem I’m chasing shadows of what I hence the photo. I don’t do casual scenes because there are so many rules. By rules I’m not saying that there should not be negotiations. That’s common sense. Although there seems to be short supply of it.  But there was a time when tops, one of which I am got the trust that they deserved. I recently asked someone if they wanted to meet at paddles. We had met a couple of weeks ago and since it was suggested that I reach out and ask I did. The response I got made me wonder what the hell happened that bottoms called all the fracking shots?  After I read the reply which included all the things I love, caning, flogging and some rough play. I was told in the same breath. That I couldn’t do any of those things, but that a spanking would be nice.

A spanking? How does that come into it? I read the message again, yep everything that I like was on the list and they knew it. It boggled my mind. And not only did I feel insulted with this condition, but wait there’s more. I had to administer the spanking I had no interest in a certain way.

So yeah I feel I’m chasing shadows, the shadow of people who said they wanted to submit and did. The shadows of people who put a mustard seed of trust in the top, whether they walked up to them and struck up a conversation or came up to you after a demo you did. When did it change that as tops we have to bend the frack over backwards to get our shit off? The ones who call themselves bottoms (add you position here)are sure getting their shit off. And I think it high time the tops start getting their shit of as well. Which is probable why I may keep receiving all these rules, before I even pick out which cane I want to hit you with.  

Only Human

It’s very rare that I would have the weekend free from work. So Friday I made plans to meet my partner in crime Ms. Petal at Rawhide, our favorite leather/levi bar. And since my buddy Burger wasn’t doing anything and loves the music on the jukebox he came along. It’s nice to go to a bar and the bartenders know you. The first few times there I had to show ID. But now I can just step up to the door, pull those leather curtains aside and walk in. It was a scorcher Friday and feeling the air conditioner was a pleasant relief. I found a sit at the corner of the bar and Tim, one of the barkeeps greeted me warmly.  I like the bar around this time it’s not to full and the conversation is easy.

While I waited for Burger sipping my gin and tonic, I started to listen to two guys who were having a conversation about the military. One had finished their tour in the Army the other still had some time in the Navy. They were going at it talking about the different cities and countries they were stationed in. when they go to talking about the different military bases, Tim had to tap out of the conversation. I guess it was hot while they reminisced about the different kinds of guys they came across.  He looked over at me and said I could never live on a base. I told him that I did and it was really cool. The gentleman who is in the Navy asked if I was enlisted? I made a joke that it felt like it, but I was a wife of a Marine. And the only bases I’d live on were here in the USA, Fort Dix, and Fort Hamilton. I told them that even though I didn’t go to boot camp I was taken under the wing of another enlisted man’s wife to show me the rope of the base.

Soon after the guys went back to talking about another subject and I turned my attention to my gin and tonic. Burger arrived and we talked and had a couple of more drinks. I was meeting Ms. Petal in a few hours at switch. Burger is the only male straight friend I have and I like that he loves the vibe of the oldest gay leather/levi bar in New York. It must be those corny songs they play between 5-8pm? Which he and Tim were singing to. Good times.

I was surprised when Burger nugged me and said “hey what are those women doing in her?” I had to remind him that i was a woman. to which he reminded me that I was a Sir. Yeah I am. I spotted one of them going out to smoke and I don’t know if it was all the talk about the millatry but Rawhide is our bar. I went out side and stuck up a converation with the young lady. Just to lat her know the lay of the land so to speak.

1. Bar staff are freindly and women are made to feel welcomed.

2. There’s no smoking in front of the window. How else are the guys inside going to look at the beefcake that walks by?

3. When going to the bathroom make sure to either have someone to watch the door, or hold the door closed with a foot. There are no locks on the doors. It’s difficult after a couple of drinks but can be done.

We talked some more and I wished her well and hope to see her and her friend again. It’s alway nice to see women in the bar. Each one teach one.

    

Try It You Might Like It

So, I’ve added a socialvibe badge on my blog. I think it might be something good, so I’m gonna try it I might like it you should too. I’ll keep you posted.

4TH

So it’s the fourth of July. And in keeping with all the fantasy shit that’s in most places on the internet. My first thought of the moring was me wishing I could tie some one over a bench in the park, stick a firecracker in thier ass, and light it.

Folsom East

I went to FolsomEast this past weekend with Justin, and as usual it was an adventure. We hung out the night before (see post below) so you know oh girl was whipped. After having coffee and some breakfast we headed downtown. 

I have to say that my neighbors if they didn’t think I was strange before they do now. In my defense I have to say if they were not sitting blocking the door in front of the building they would not have the sight of a big ass leather boy (yes dressed in full leather) on a bright Sunday morning/afternoon. We made our way pass the neighbors up the hill pass the church, then up another hill pass the nunnery (yes nunnery) to the train.

I’m not saying people in the Bronx don’t know what leather is or looks like but it’s not something you see everyday walking to the train. It wasn’t like he was wearing chaps with the back out, but it was funny looking at people trying not to look.

So we made it to 28^th and 10^th, Brother Emery was working the entrance and we were with our people. It was a nice day although rain was forecasted, I got to catch up with a few folks and saw Richard who has a fabulous store that was reviewed by vogue. Mostly everyone was in the eagle, so there were not many people on the street. And after making the rounds at ONXY Men’s table (I love my brothers) and talked with Doc a bit, we made our way to MAsT Metro, TES, LSM, and NYLW table.

The best part was watching Sahara Pallin swing a hammer and ring the bell for charity; I even believe he/she was sporting a baby in a blanket. Ha!

Being tiered I thought I might need to eat so we left and went to get something to eat. Which only made me feel worst and I headed home, while the leather boy headed to Rawhide, the oldest leather bar in NY.

 

So although it was not as adventurous as the nights before I did enjoy myself. Oh and I got a great fatigue corset from Lady Sabrina, can’t wait to wear it.