 "NETWORK ONLY" |
Jul 15, 2008 6:26 pm
972 Views |  | Hey Kids 
I'm about shift gears in my role at work. That means that I am moving to
"Network Only"
on more posts than I have been in the past.
Which was none!
So if you are one of the few, the proud, the reg'lar readers of my blog and you aren't in my network, please send me a request so that I may add you to the network so that you can continue to get the full Monty
Love
Mo
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| Mollena's Karma Sprinklie Box |
Jan 28, 2008 12:31 am
Mood: hopefully wagging tail, 7135 Views |  | There are those days when I am feeling like I could use a sprinkling of
happy love
and
glitterykarma
from the people who chill out, drive by or drop in to the SupercalifragilisticexpialidoBlog thing that I got slithering & lolling on this virtual spot.
So, this is my
Love Corner!
*fluffs pillows and binkies and positions brownies and Godiva choccies and soy chai lattes within reach*
My need for plaudits, lauds and virtual affection: Let me show you it!
Leave a note....go gimmie some kudos....write me a sizzling testimonial and then go add it to my profile....post a joke, a poem, do it every day....oh, whatever you like!
I'm easy.
But you know that.
Love
Mo
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| RANT: KNOW THE %$#@!*& DIFFERENCE OR ELSE!!! |
Dec 29, 2007 10:08 pm
Mood: Deliciously Vexed, 8548 Views |  | I am not sure I have dragged out this poor battle-worn equine carrion in 2007...
It Is Time.
[rant]
HEY!
YOU!
YOU WITH THE PROFILE THAT IDENTIFIES YOU AS A "DOMINATE" MASTER!!
For the LOVE of GOD!!! Or GODS!! OR Stephen MOTHERFUCKING HAWKING!!!
*deep breath*
Once Again!!
Main Entry: dom·i·nant
Pronunciation: \-n?nt\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle French or Latin; Middle French, from Latin dominant-, dominans, present participle of dominari
Date: circa 1532
1 a: commanding, controlling, or prevailing over all others (the dominant culture)
b: very important, powerful, or successful (a dominant theme) (a dominant industry)
2: overlooking and commanding from a superior position (a dominant hill)
3: of, relating to, or exerting ecological or genetic dominance
4: being the one of a pair of bodily structures that is the more effective or predominant in action (dominant eye)
VS.
Main Entry: dom·i·nate
Pronunciation: \'dä-m?-?nat\
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): dom·i·nat·ed; dom·i·nat·ing
Etymology: Latin dominatus, past participle of dominari, from dominus master; akin to Latin domus house — more at dome
Date: 1611
transitive verb 1: RULE control(an empire that dominated the world)
2: to exert the supreme determining or guiding influence on (the ambition that has dominated his life)
3: to overlook from a superior elevation or command because of superior height or position (a hill that dominates the town)
4 a: to be predominant in (sugar maples dominate the forest)
b: to have a commanding or preeminent place or position in (name brands dominate the market)intransitive verb1: to have or exert mastery, control, or preeminence
2: to occupy a more elevated or superior position
OK.
OK. See, it is not that big a deal in the grand scheme of things.
But if you are going to label yourself, if you are going to tell the world of ALT and, frankly, the entire INTERWEBS that you wanna be the boss of someone, it is not TOO MUCH TO ASK you to get this together.
Look at the photo I have posted here.
Look at it closely.
Go on.
Click on it.
Even GOOGLE Tries to stop you from making this mistake!!
Try it yourself!
This Googletastic autosuggest MUST be the result of the hundreds of thousands of clueless "dominates" (would be DOMINANTS!!!) fucking this shit up!!!
Seriously, this is the ocular equivalent of the aural torture of nails on a chalkboard.
GO read the following sentence aloud to your mirror:
"Hi, my name is _______________, and I am a DOMINATE!"
Does that even SOUND RIGHT to you?!!?
YES?!!?
Then you are dumb as a bag of moist Limburger,
and you should leave my blog
right now
and never, ever come back.
I'll wait.
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OK if you realized that was a horrible mistake, and are frantically looking back at your profile(s) here on ALT, on Adult FriendFinder, on Bondage, on CollarMe, and fixing your shit, there MAY be hope for you.
[/rant]
11 years I have been ranting about this shit.....you think I'd be tired.
Nope.
Never!!!
Muahahaaaaaa!!!!!!!
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| boxes & cubbyholes & labels / chokeholds & pitfalls & ruts. |
Aug 7, 2008 10:17 am
Mood: restless, 229 Views | How on earth do you explore who you may want to be when you have, for so long, voluntarily accepted the yoke of a particular label?
I've not let myself be deterred from the possibility of connecting with someone in whom I was interested because of their current "identification".
If I meet someone and there is chemistry, I think "Perhaps this can work." It has worked pretty well, in some cases, not so much in others. But I really, really do take people on an individual basis, and I tend to let the fact that, "on paper", there might be some differences kill a potential "good thing".
I would not, for example, categorically dismiss someone as a potential partner because they identify as a "switch" or a "top" rather than a dominant, because who the hell knows? Occasionally, a submissive person might be of interest, and then my mind says "What if...?" not "Fuck that."
I cannot believe I'm alone in this.
My kink tends to evolve along the lines of "Who am I with this person, what to they evoke in my mind and body, and perhaps even heart, that inspires me to explore with them?"
Rambling a bit here...trying to see if, perhaps, a more concerted effort needs to me made to be open about my fluidity and my more mercurial attitudes towards my emotional and sexual life. | |
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| a silly meme on "have you ever.... |
Jul 31, 2008 4:46 pm
387 Views | The funny thing is some of these are less well known stories. Really, my life is interesting...even to me.
I can remember, if prompted, stuff that can surprise me...
Have you ever....
1. Yes or no answers only.
2. I will not detail unless someone specifically asks me to.
Taken a picture naked? Yes
Made money illegally? Yes
Had a one night stand? Yes
Been in a fist fight? No
Slept with your best friend? Yes
Had sex in a public place? Yes
Ditched work to have sex? Yes
Slept with a member of the same sex? Yes
Seen someone die? No
Run from the police? Yes
Woke up somewhere and not remember how you got there? Yes
Worn your partners unmentionables? Yes
Fallen asleep at work? Yes
Used toys in the bedroom? Yes
Run a red light? Yes
Been fired? Yes
Been in a car accident? Yes
Pole danced or done a striptease? Yes
Loved someone you shouldn't? Yes
Sung karaoke? Yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes
Laughed so hard you peed your pants? Yes
Caught someone having sex? Yes
Kissed a perfect stranger? Yes
Shaved your partner? Yes
Given your private parts a nickname? Yes
Gone in public without underwear? Yes
Had sex on a roof top? Yes
Played chicken? No
Mooned/flashed someone? Yes
Slept naked? Yes
Blacked out from drinking? Yes
Felt like killing someone? Yes
Had sex more than 5 times in one day? Yes
Been with someone because they were in a band? Yes
Taken 10 shots of liquor in a day? Yes
Shot a gun? Yes
Gone outside naked? Yes
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| will I even WANT to ride that bike again...? |
Jul 30, 2008 8:42 pm
Mood: pessimistic, 389 Views |  | It has been well over a year and a half since I have participated in a full-bore ass to the ground mind in the ether scene.
This is kind of a record, I believe. My memory is spotty these days...back when I was dating the Pizza Guy there was a long hiatus there, but we certainly had enough kinky sex to make things more than interesting. So that is a gray area.
I wonder if "use it or lose it" applies here?
I remember my first scenes. And how the pain was such a strange flavour. Garlic ice cream peppery cotton candy chocolate bacon flavours.
Will I ever have cravings for that again?
More interesting is having such a reputation for being possessed of a really high tolerance for pain and extremity of submitting to it, will I just not want that?
Part of me thinks it won't happen again, I'm too over it to start learning to crave those strange fruits again.
Another part of me is tired. So tired. When I look at yet another e-mail flirtation from someone far away, get an inappropriate message or have a chat exchange that quickly devolves into some cybering nightmare. I don't want to go through this again. The hoping. he excitement. Wondering how I can be pleasing, hoping I am, hoping they love me back.
hoping I won't give up.
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| sometimes I get it right. |
Jul 30, 2008 12:08 am
Mood: calm, 417 Views | after feeling all lame, and realizing I wanted....no. Needed to be able to sit in natural light, I went to Mission Creek Cafe and had a little sammitch.
As it was closing down, I decided to go across to Osento. (a women's bathhouse, that is closing after about 28 years here in SF)
It was PACKED. SO many shoes in the foyer. Once I got inside, took a scrubby shower and went into the main tub area there was just no room. A group of girls who were all evidently friends and chattery were like mob deep up in that bitch. It was like a goulash stew of girls. Girllash.
The saunas were not much better. The idea of trying to keep low key and Zen has gone bye bye. It was chatty. OK, no worries.
I eventually managed to get into the dry and wet saunas, and back into the hot tub just in time to run into the lovely Annie, a friend of mine who was there with a friend of hers. She didn't even blink when she saw me, and laughed "I knew you were here!" I was all "OMG, I didn't twitter about it, or did I...?" but it was a far mmore prosaic answer: she'd seen my name on the sign-in sheet 
Lots of tats up in Osento!
I respect everyone's right to their tattoo of choice. But the girl whose entire buttockal area was consumed by a pair of eyes....one on each cheek....freaked me out more than a bit.
Zoiks!
After the hot tub we went our separate ways and I triple dipped in the cold pool. The took a nice shower, and got back outside to a hilarious text message from my buddy saying that the crazy ass cigarette socks (yep, socks dyed to look like cigarettes with ash toes and filter tops!) were, actually, quite comfortable! And so that made me smile.
Then, walking home, I was feeling pretty good!
Far better for having soaked... clean and wrinkly from the water and was wondering what the crowd in fron the the dyke bar by my house was all about.
Then, I see.
Praise to Ganesha's pot bellie, Virginia, patron saint of fucking awesome tamales was out in front. She is a local heroine here in SF, and sells tamales in bars all over the Mission District.
WIN.
She has her hair in cute braids these days. Even though I am rarely in the loud party bars, I can still occasionally catch her doing her thing on the street.
Tonight she was rolling with pork, chicken, veggie, black bean & cheese, and sweet potato.
She rooted around for a bit in the bags. I soon realized it was because she was looking for extra big ones. She asked me how I was, so I told her about my day. We talked about how easy it is to forget to live life, to take time for good things, to be happy. I got 2 meaty ones.
And here I am.
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