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So here I sit, another night amongst so many. Technically it's early morning now, 2:51 AM to be precise. I really should be in bed, as I have alot of work to do tomorrow, but I find myself unable to sleep, as per usual. Sitting here on the couch at a friend's house, gearing up for a wonderful weekend of gaming with the eight other people that make up my current 'pack'.

... There is a light. Sappy to some, poetic to others. Its been awhile since I bothered keeping a journal, let alone a blog. This poor wolfie has seen far too many bad things come from such things in the past, not personal experience mind you, but in general. Today, after deciding such things had been put off too long, I have found my way to the blog pages, to stick my ten cents in (inflation..

There are a myriad of kinks out there. Some are strange, some are not so strange. Some are ho-hum for people who have been "in the scene" for a while. And some are so out there that only those that are into them really understand them. I know I've talked about a lot of D/s stuff, and I'm going to talk about it more. I talk about it a lot because it is one of my favourite kinks, and one from which many others spring. That is, of course, why you're reading, I expect. So here we are, standing together, hand in hand. Your palm is kinda sweaty, though.

Usually I start these things out with a description of some sort, because I've often been told that description is easily one of my strongest writing skills, but y'all read enough about whips lashing and crops cracking and ... mmm... I'd probably get distracted with a desctription like that anyway. So, launching right into masochism, there is an art to it. Or, rather, to sadism.

To start off I would like to say this is kind of a mini-rant, and as such please keep in mind it might step on toes. I am not writing this for the express purpose of stepping on toes, but more just to let it out of my system before it completely pollutes my thoughts as the individuals who are emo just to be emo are actually quite nice people and I do not want t start having a tainted view of them. I am not writing this in the Rants board simply because this is not directed completely at people in elliquiy but on the internet in general.

The safeword. The signale. The fullstop.

There comes a certain point in a young submissive's life, usually very early on, that they realise that they are not going to be able to take everything that their top, or dom, or Master, or whatever you choose to call it, is going to be able to dish out. The most common word that they then adopt is "red", like a stoplight. Some adopt "yellow" as well, as an indication that their limit is approaching and they need a breather. But usually it's not long after this point that the creative sub gets tired of using standardized words, and looks or something a bit more personalized. They want their own special safeword.

Respect. What does this mean? According to Webster's Dictionary to have respect means to show willingness to show consideration or appreciation. However there is also the showing of common courtesy of another's thoughts, ideas, or feelings that also tie into Respect. More and more do I see the gradual drifting away from this ideaology. Not just online but in every day life.

"I'm a fairly typical straight male who is totally into women. I'm not into gays at all, not interested. But I like lesbians!" I see it all the time in intros. I see it on campus, at school. I see it in chats and on messengers and in popular media everywhere. I suppose you could say it's a pet peeve of mine, even though I am not actually a lesbian. I am bi, and quite happy with it, but it still bothers me.

I am here to tell you now that lesbians are, in actuality, gay.

Quite a few conversations happen on Elliquiy that are often times quite blunt, forward, and with little censorship. In fact, the only censorship that occurs is the separate Lords and Ladies sections, simply because some issues are often times easier to ask, to discuss, and just generally be tossed around when one is assured that it is only those of the same gender can see. However, much of these communications deal with things that I would think one would be able to be open about with one's Significant Other, or SO. Yet, at times people have stated they were not comfortable discussing this or that with their SO.

The dark room is hot, steamy with humidity. The fan in the window turns inexorably, the thrum of its small motor filling the room along with small, choked gasps and the panting of heated breath on feverish, flushed skin. The slight tang of sea air drifts into the window, misting in the jaundiced, mottled light of the street lamp just outside. A small yelp, a low moan, and then silence, nothing in the room for several seconds but the faint rustling of damp sheets and the steady purr of the window fan...

Then a gasp, and heavy panting. The tingling high of relief flooding through the veins as easily as oxygen floods the lungs.

It made me happy when Elliquiy decided to handle blogs. While I have my own blog that's fairly transparent, I also hesitate to write about certain things, because it very much has my name attached. I have never had a boss stumble on my blog, but I've had friends, schoolmates, people who know what to look for, stumble on it. And... I think my mother reads it.

My mother. Reads my blog.

According to the Online Etymological Dictionary, the word's been around since the seventeenth century: 1656 to be precise.

Ok first of all let us establish that for this little blot on the blog space, when I say someone is submissive, of the submissive mindset, or otherwise I am talking in general not in just about sexuality. In fact for most of this blog, if it continues on the course I am thinking of at the moment, mostly will be discussing the submissive personality outside of the bedroom. The pros, the cons, and why I -and many more- are wired this way.

So after my absolute hissy fit of a blog (See the Terrible, Horrible blog) I went on about my day, this being the new day. The one thing I like about working in the middle of the night is I always get to see the new day. Anyway, we had a trauma come through the ER and it was single vehicle accident, the guy was drunk and went off the road flipping his car 5 times.

To quote a children's program I once watched a very long time ago. It's been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and I just woke up a few hours ago. I could tell you every little detail and I am highly tempted but I just cant bring myself to review the whole thing again. So maybe I will try to sum things up.

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, I was the type of person who always believed everyone could be good and beautiful. I only showed kindness to others. The people whom my classmates would pick on became my friends, as well as the ones who did the teasing. I never knew that you could not befriend both, and eventually those "popular kids" turned on to me as well and made me a target.

I have established with Vek that this could be a personal/public journal as it were, so not everything I write here is about something or someone on Elliquiy. This is somewhat personal, but considering that my real name isnt attached to this, and that most of people who will probably read this are not unlike myself, I feel relatively safe. My man and I have been together for over two years.

So here I am at work, nothing terribly exciting going on for a Thursday night/Friday morning. All seems so quiet yet my mind is wandering around quite a bit. I am listening to Willie Nelson's "You Don't Know Me.. Songs by Cindy Walker". I know he isnt much to look at but damn he has the most interesting voice.

Just the other day I found out that someone thinks that I am a snob here on Elliquiy. I was rather stunned at this and basically put it on the Shout Box due to the sheer gravity of astonsihment. Of course in good form the rest of those watching on E. decided that being a snob wasnt necessarily a bad thing and made me laugh about the whole situation, I know why I love this place so much sometimes.

It strikes me from time to time that there are two distinct concepts of what we 'do' on the forums. A lot of us talk about the games that we're in, and use various concepts from the world of roleplay as entertainment that developed from the original pencil-and-paper roleplaying games.

Before the Internet was highly used, the age gap that occurs between generations was more prominent, and more segregated if that’s the correct word. One saw it in bars; one saw it in even churches. The "generations" seemed to band together, often talking about the younger "babies or whippersnappers" depending on their generation's terminology, and remarking how things were so much 'better' in their time.

Today is CjaC's birthday.

Or rather, it would be, if she were still with us.

Lets face it, as a human race everyone is 'Emo'. Because we are an emotionally charged species this is unavoidable, it’s the degree of emo-ness that gets to be problematic. Everyone has bad days, and it helps to vent and let off steam, everyone sometimes goes through bad periods in their lives that it seems that everything is crumbling around them. This is fine. This is not emo, unless you repeatedly make topics about such every couple weeks on whatever forum you are chatting. If this happens it might be best if you seek professional help from a therapist, as it might mean you are spiraling towards depression.

My first actual blog-type entry. I, as many, keep a personal diary offline that I try to write in at least a sentence or two at night. I am not sure what I hope to accomplish with that, perhaps something to keep my thoughts alive. This is the first of doing something of the sort in a public area.

Darker Roleplay recently got hijacked. Fortunately the twerp involved did not have control of the domain name. I love my current moderation team, I really do, but, after Lilac has gone, there are some things I simply am not going to trust with another human, ever.

People will probably find the new layout to be a bit of a shock, but hopefully not too cluttered. Things will be changing a bit over the next month, but this is not what the next iteration of the forums is going to look like. I'm using Drupal here to host member blogs, public galleries, and provide a general front end for Elliquiy.