Impy is one of those people that really just gets bored and annoyed that people need a certain day to ‘be romantic’.Can people not do random acts of love without the requirement of a yearly calander date?
For one the price of roses goes through the roof at this time of the year. Funny that. Let’s bleed people’s wallets dry cause you HAVE to buy roses because it’s oooo it’s Valentine’s Day and it’s ‘romantic’.
The poor dude that buys them will have to live on two minute noodles for the rest of the month because he spent all his wages on flowers he can’t afford.
If you have had anything resembling a date in the past couple of months this yearly holiday makes people do stupid shit like the “where is this going” talk. They don’t go making cards that say “I think I like you but right now it’s too soon to tell, so here’s a card and that’s it”. It puts silly pressure on people to ‘perform’. To display their love.
The generic teddy bears and love heart chocolate boxes and all that hoohah? They suck.
So do all the cards.
Go ahead and call me bitter. I’m not.
Valentines Day has been turned into yet another mass produced media frenzy for consumers to spend money on useless shit and I don’t understand why there should be ‘one’ day to celebrate loving someone. It’s bullshit. Everyday you are with someone special that you adore should be special in some way. You don’t need to say it with expensive, over priced crap. Surprise the people you love in your life with random acts of love.
Don’t be a sheep.
And if you are single …. HAPPY SINGLES AWARENESS DAY. I’m wearing black. I’m having a party.
I haven’t written anything deep and meaningful for a long while. Not wanting to write about it but scrawling on random bits of paper the same shit over and over means I need to write it out. I have been doing a hell of alot of reassessing of late. The last few months really.
What do I want? I want intimacy, love and a meaningful relationship. Like most people do but there are things I am missing. As much as I would like to use the word ’submissive’ that’s not it. I can’t do ‘part time’ D/s, it just doesn’t work for me. TPE … that tickles my brain cells and my cunt. It takes the right kind of person to bring that out in me and the most important thing is a friendship, like mindedness, the ability to understand one another. Personally it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack so I’ve stopped.Just not even bothering looking right now. The poly thing? I haven’t changed my views on it but I know that I can’t deal with more than one partner at this stage in my life. As it is I am spread thin. I don’t mind having a partner than has other people to play with, it can be quite entertaining in the big picture lol. Transparency is great when you find people who can do it well.
Instead I am just focussing on the good things and not worrying about it. Just plodding along and getting beaten up by friends hehe.
So writing about the in’s and out’s of kink is a challenge for me right now because it dredges up things I am missing and craving. I miss what M and I had. I miss that depth and I’m not sure I’ll find that again. I’m not even going to try and explain it right now but I miss having someone know me inside and out that I don’t have to spend the majority of my time explaining myself and going through the motions.
I am sick to death of the local scene shit here, seriously it’s fucking insane and I am walking away. Time for the quiet life without all the backstabbing, gossip and drama shit. And all the weird fuckers that seem to crawl out from under their rocks. I have met some very amazing people and I’ll keep in touch with them but I am just going to hang out with a few kinky friends and just enjoy having fun for a while instead and do all the things I want to do with people I trust and enjoy their company. That shit I will and can write about but for now I’m going to try not to dissect myself so much.
Brain splodeys.
Oh yeahs … a rant has commenced too ….
I had some 62 year old dude message me out of the blue tonight and ask me if I had stilettos because he didn’t like the boots in one of my pictures.
*blink*
Lets see. You are old enough to be my Dad/Grandpa (nearly) LOL … errr what happened to people using basic social skills and introducing themselves and being polite and having manners ?!?!?! And wtf is it to you dude what I wear ….. fuck right offskies.
And that is why I have had enough. From now on impy has her wolfie fangs out and is not putting up with anymore bullshit from deluded fucktards on the net.
Wtf is wrong with people can’t they just settle for porn and have a wank without spamming people’s inboxs with worthless dribble?
It’s Sunday afternoon and oh my fucking god I have had so much trouble writing decent blog posts of late. Spring has set in and with that comes silly season and things are building up as far as wolfie coming out of her self imposed hibernation. Samhain has passed and with that new challenges and past issues pushed aside. The last month I’ve been visiting the dentist once a week and for the first time in a good three or so years I can smile without feeling self conscious. I’ve had two crowns done and one to go, my eye tooth had damage and it’s now cleaned up and fixed and I can grin like a twit and not be worried about someone seeing it. And she’s whitened my teeth in the start to me stopping smoking for good. An incentive of sorts. It’s a grotty habit and having this done and a routine in place for nightly whitening and spending money on my teeth has given me the push to really want to stop. I had to do it for me. One more week, a weekend away of debauchery and saying goodbye to the filthy habit I have hated for a long while. I have been battling it for a while now and it’s finally come to a point where I am more than ready.
I spent this morning baking neenish tarts with the little ones … nom nom nom. Molten is cooking a nice roast dinner and we have invited special people over who need pampering. Well we think they do hehe whether they like it or not. I love feeding people. I have had work up to my eyeballs to pay for the bloody dentist bills but it’s a huge investment for me and my god its making me feel good. Part of a long term plan to look after myself. Next joining a gym and toning up my body a little. In the next couple of weeks I shall find out if I have got into the uni course I have applied for. Am I nervous? Nah. I have a back up plan that will get kicked into full tit mode if I don’t get into uni, it’s one that was a long term plan but will be my main focus if the uni thing falls through.
Family wise there is alot of shit going on and I’ve been conduiting alot of stuff lately, with that and everything else it’s left very little time to worry about much else.
Heh I just realised it’s been two months of fun and I’ve had three days worth of a bruise free body. I’m loving it. I don’t give a rats ass if people think it’s weird. It helps me channel stress and tension and gives me a controlled outlet to channel some of my ragey shit. November is always a hard month for me and it’s been a hell of alot easier having close people around where I can let go. I’ve kept busy and preoccupied and walked away from the BDSM scene shit for a while. I need a break from all the constant freekin stoopid drama. I really don’t get the need to be involved in all of that and recent events reminded me why I like the quiet life these days.
Within the community kink scene yada yada people have this unrealistic view that because we all share an interest in kink then we should all be one happy family.
Let’s put this into context. Say 400 or something people have the “doolally gene” … now they all have that one thing in common. The gene. Nothing more.
Perhaps some of these people might like carrots. Oooo a commonality.
But within these people that like carrots. Some may like them raw, some may like them cooked, some may prefer them with a little garlic and butter. That’s as far as the commonality goes.
Now why the fuck do people who have kink in common just simply expect that an interest in kink should make them part of some special group where there should be a panel of carrot judgers where they decide which carrot lovers are allowed to be in the group and what specific types of carrot are allowed and what isn’t. Still with me? Yes I know now I think about it, carrots were probably not the best object to use as an example hehe.
Yes we have kink in common. Thats fucking it. End of story.
Quit fucking lumping people into your little boxes and expecting them to all have the same approach or views as yours.
It’s fucking stoopid.
Yes I am kinky. No I will not give up my time to look after every other person out there who is into kink yet can’t use their fucking own judgement to make choices others can without having their goddamn hands held to do so.
Hmmppfff. Morons.
I live my life. you live yours but do not tell me how to enjoy my kinks. Shove your dictatorship rules and regulations up your bums.
You sir can fuck right offskies.
End of rant. If that didn’t make sense that’s okay, my mind is waffling and seething slightly at the dumbness of some people of late.
*grin*
Lazy Sunday afternoon with choons here I come … these dudes rawk I haz seen them live too
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