Kink 'n' Ink

Recently a friend of mine pointed me towards a interesting link with a diverse collection of Male Submission Images.
It’s a Tumblr blog that’s being updated by the ever awesome maymay who also hosts the hilarious (and very informative!) podcast: Kink on Tap.

So much eye candy but some of the images just spoke more and I wanted to figure out why.

In an effort to explain the sexiness I present you with some of my brain droppings on these awesome pictures, in no particular order.

A young boy, barely 25 probably listening to hipster indie music and wearing obscure t-shirts.
His hair, the glasses, the pretentious pin on his shirt, it all screams ‘emo’ to me. I don’t mind the indie / emo crowd, but this guy has an aura of pretentiousness over him that makes me want to face slap him until he jizzes his pants.

What I love about this image is quite simple: His look of ‘I disagree but dammit I don’t have any say in this’, the tape over his mouth telling us all what he should be thinking / saying and the noose around his neck.
This kid knows he fucked up and that he’ll have to take the consequences, he’ll take them in pride though and that’s something I love seeing in a submissive.

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YAY! Meeting in The Hague with beloved friends *O*. We assembled over at someone’s house and got served an awesome dinner with freshly made pita bread (super awesome coolbeans!!!). Then we where off to the play party
We arrived around 9 ish I think and I had a great evening. Spoke with a lot of old friends and new acquaintances and just had a blast overall. I still find it a tad bit annoying to have no (play)partner at these parties though, but I’m learning to cope.
My way to cope however is to go into social mode, which is not always the mode I want to be in, but it works to survive those semi empty feelings on the inside
I was having a weird night and was switching all over the place but I stabilized myself by just hanging out and being sociable

Unfortunately something crap also happened. I had a run in with a Dumbinatrix.

Dumbinatrix [Etymology];
Derived of the words Dumb [lacking intelligence or good judgment; stupid; dull-witted.] & Dominatrix [a woman who plays the dominant role in a sado-masochistic sexual relationship or encounter.].

Dumbinatrix [Practical Example];
A Dominatrix, or Domme, who feels her version is the only version of the truth. There is no room for error on her side and everyone should bow to her whims. Everyone else is a lesser being, yes, that includes you.

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So, the talk was talked…

And we decided to part ways on the road of lurve (does that sound corny?).
It’s a bit painful especially since I really liked this guy, but I know I just can’t do it.
He had the same issue, noticed I was a bit reserved and after about an hour of talking we decided to just remain friends and watch gorey horror together. We’ll see if that even happens, but at least there’s clarity now.

Yes, it hurts, but I’ll survive.

So, about a few months ago I started dating a guy that I actually rather like.
Went out a couple of times and he’s a great guy.
As always I’ve been up front about how my life works. The weird love life (I’m not only Poly, I’m also open, yes, I have fuckbuddies ), the kinks, the whole 9 yards.
He understands every bit of it but after a few weeks of dating we did have to address it. See, here’s where it gets sort of complicated; he’s mono and more vanilla then kinky (why do I keep falling for these guys!?). [...]

As I said before, I suck at updating.

No, that’s not it. I just don’t know if I can update some of the things that happen in my life.
As rediculous as it sounds I keep writing blog entries that end up not getting posted because I just don’t feel comfortable sharing the contents with some people. I should probably look into posting them private, cause I miss not having my life on paper.

Partially I found a great little replacement in twitter to just update on the fly, but all those great blog ideas and the huge back stories the updates have just get lost on the huge information overload.

Recently I discovered that even people who have an open mind to alternative lifestyles can be belittling and harsh about the choices I make in life. It kinda hit home and I really don’t like it, but I can’t expect everyone to accept my way of life.
On the other hand, it’s a matter of respect. You don’t have to agree with me or anything, just don’t judge my life because it’s not the way you would live it.

This personal filter I put up on myself (and my blogging) is really bugging me, so I think I’ll just go ahead and ignore it from now on. If people don’t like what they read, they can always just ignore it and be done with it. There is no way in life to please every single person
And in the end, I only need to please myself