“Do business with perverts only, and you’ll never die over a sex scandal.”
Sebastyne
Philosophy
I believe our sexuality is just about the most important thing in life for those of us who have a sexual side. It should be protected (not hidden) at all costs. This blog is not here to shock; it is here to put a foot down: there’s a side of me that you do not get to push into a closet, even if I am a heterosexual woman.
Homosexuality has been accepted before heterosexual women have been; we’ve historically been treated as mentally ill, burned as witches, we’ve been called whores, sluts, and wantons, and we’re called sinners, locked into monasteries and lunatic asylums, burned at the stake for loving men too soon or too much… The idea that a woman might want to have sex with a man still sends shockwaves in our communities… There must be something WRONG WITH HER! WHAAAAAAAAT?! For some OTHER REASON THAN TO CONCEIVE CHILDREN?!!! WHAAAT? Mental! Crazy! Sick and twisted! To want to touch a MAAAAAN?! Dirty, dirty, gross, men…
The oppression of heterosexuality in women is not about hatred of women; it’s about hatred, disgust of men, and I do not intend to just let that be. Homosexuality is fine sooner than straight, because dirty men with dirty men, you know? No harm done. Girl on girl? Downright adorable! Trans, all good – it’ll be a girl in a dick suit fucking a girl, so hey, all good! Guys cutting their dicks off? EVEN BETTER! Straight women? ARE YOU INSANE?! You want WHAT to fuck you?! You’re FINE WITH THAT?!!!
In the meanwhile, we take seriously grown ass women, who were grown ass already when they were “groomed” into sex by powerful men who such an innocent young thing couldn’t have possibly predicted to be sexually unusual. You know, that bitch Woods addressing the congress crying over having been groomed (the correct word might be seduced given her age) by Marilyn Manson at the age of 19. 3 years into her age of consent. And it bothers NOBODY (but myself) that she is insinuating that grown ass women are NOT ABLE TO make decisions like this reliably when they are OF AGE. May I ask… WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO make that decision on her behalf at that age? Certainly not another woman? If a woman cannot make that decision for herself, beg of you not to trust another woman to do it for her. That leaves either children or….
Men.
Idiots.
Modern feminists are idiots.
Sorry, not sorry.
Having said that, children MIGHT BE better at that. They would go “oh Hell no” to a lot of our foolishness, unless coached into the opposite by the woke of course. They think of love and relationships CORRECTLY; purely: “Would/could Disney make a movie out of this? No! Then DON’T DO IT!” (Of course, polygamous relationships need to be romanticized but absolutely Disney could turn MY love story into a movie without breaking a sweat.)
My Relationship Rules (Nutshell)
My friends and family don’t get to cause issues in my sexual relationships. My FREEDOM there is absolute.
Don’t confuse my party friends and real friends. These are two different things. I “flirt” with my party friends. I’ll call you pretty. Means nothing but an attempt to give you a nice… buzz. My real friends and I, we have REAL conversations that don’t involve much flattery or flirtation.
Can men and women be friends? Not really. ;p I’ll keep my hands off you if you’re in what you consider to be a serious relationship… I’ll respect it if you do, but I don’t think we’re just friends, not really.
My lovers do not get to stop me from BEING SMART and helpful to other people, some of them women. I will never SLEEP with another woman, at least not without my men cheering it on, but I will COACH other women if I so choose. Close female friends? Not behind your back. (I know how that sounds like to some of you, but again, that’s between my men and I, not you and I.)
My men ALWAYS come first, before family, even, and I WISH my family will NOT make me choose because my choice will break your heart. If I have to put outsiders (friends and family) to the waitlist until I sort something out with my men, so be it. You will wait or find another friend, either way, they come first. (If any woman EVER imagines herself more important to me than my romantic partners are, I’ll make a former friend out of her sooner than prove her right. Family has a little higher tolerance level, but… It has a snapping point, too.)
Disclaimer.
This blog is for people with a curiosity toward a nomadic polyandrous male dom lifestyle. I speak for nobody here but myself, and my way of doing it is not intended to offer a template of how to do life “the right way”. It’s just my way. Even though I enjoy my life, it doesn’t mean it will suit you, even if you are a woman who wants to travel. Not enough similarities there. You have to find your own thing.
I am a life coach, but this is not a coaching blog. This is me living the life I want, not the life I recommend for you. That’s a different matter entirely. You do not need to follow my lead to learn from me.
I want introverts who have time for a real conversation.
So I’m hoping I’ll find people who will want to spend time with me. I’m tired of the look on a person’s face who just wants me to get to the fucking point and stop talking. I’ve seen that look entirely too often. I’m an introvert. I like talking. When I talk, I don’t want to keep to the “safe topics,” either. You know?
We introverts like to take our time with our social interactions, whereas extroverts have a very superficial, fleeting attention span for. They want things in tiny morsels of recognizable information, which makes us introverts effectively shut up. SO. No more fucking extroverts who don’t have time for a decent conversation and socializing. We get exhausted by trying to edit our thought flow into extrovert-manageable bullshit on the fly. If that’s not exhausting, I don’t know what is. We’re doing all the work in those situations.
I want to meet people who can talk for an hour about some obscure topic I know nothing about, and listen to me doing the same. Or, we can talk about something we both know… Ach. What’s the point of that? The weirder the better!
What I’ll talk your ears off about is sex, romance, spirituality, morality, psychology, and relationships… And other related topics. Don’t want to hear it? Don’t talk to me.
Single.
I’m decidedly unmarried. There are multiple reasons for that. In short, I’m simply not ordinary. You have to slot into a very tight spot (hehee) to fit what I want and need from a man. One thing is, I’m a natural polyandrist, and I’ve absolutely made the option of monogamous marriage a no-go. (I was married for 6 years, but it’s just not my bag. Nothing wrong with him, but monogamy… No. An ancient reader of this blog, which I started in 2001, said so much when I posted the “I’m getting married” post. “I don’t see you as the marrying kind.” I was offended. But here we are.)
There are men I love and “wait for”, who are “with me in spirit.” I call them my True Emotion Mirrors, TrEmoRs for short. I know they are mostly in the public eye – I’m not telling who or what they do, but Introverts tend to have a need to self-express on a larger scale, due to the fact they like to take a deep dive to things and there’s just not that many people that are willing to listen… So I’m talking about very gifted men. Very. Looks to kill and a brain to create a plot to get away with it. :p
My TrEmoRs and I have this thing in common… Lots of takers, so many that it is easy to pick one off the top and wind up with the wrong person. We wise up to it eventually, but we’re all fucking ancient now… Still waiting for the stars to align, but that’s the long and short of it.
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