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Ramblings of a Switchy Witch

These are my thoughts, and this is my voice. I refuse to remain silent just so you can remain comfortable. If you don't like what I write, don't read it.

The Games People Play
Posted:Dec 10, 2023 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:9 pm
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Darkshadows62: Hello Dark WolfMoon hope you are well and your weekend been good so far, very nice profile and beautiful pictures and nice smiles ..I liked reading your profile thank you.
sub darkshadows ,,,
12/3/2023 2:13 pm

Me: Thank you for your kind words, and for taking the time to read my profile.

Darkshadows62: you are very welcome smiles
very true.... how are you today
12/4/2023 11:51 am

Me: I'm fantastic. And yourself?
12/5/2023 11:13 am

Darkshadows62: Good to here mmmmm ,,, Iam good ,, how is your day going so far
12/5/2023 11:14 am

Me: It's progressing well. I've only pissed off one person. It's early yet.
12/5/2023 11:22 am

Darkshadows62: glad it progressing well for you hmmmmm lol just one person so far ..well i hope im not one of them
12/5/2023 11:29 am

Darkshadows62: what do you like to do for fun
12/5/2023 11:29 am

Me: Before we go too far down this path, permit me to ask: What brought you to my inbox in the first place?
12/6/2023 10:47 am

Darkshadows62: I like your profile and love the last 3 paragraph..you sound real and not fake .
and i love BBW ,,thank you
12/7/2023 11:21 am

Me: I appreciate your answer, and that you took the time to read my profile.
12/7/2023 11:33 am

Darkshadows62: Thank you very much Dark WilfMoon and love your name how are you today
12/7/2023 11:52 am

me
(unsolicited picture of Darkshadows62)
12/7/2023 11:54 am

Me: Are you hoping to establish a dynamic with me? Or are you just looking to chat?
12/8/2023 10:58 am

Darkshadows62: more than chat . yesdI am.
12/8/2023 1:05 pm

Me:Thank you for your honesty.
Thank you for your interest, however, I must decline. I wish you luck in your search.
12/9/2023 10:44 am

Darkshadows62: ya you are fake like all the rest on here ,,,,you all ask for info,,,then so no
12/9/2023 11:05 am

Darkshadows62: dont responed back
12/9/2023 11:05 am

Me:Wow.
It's all praises and good conversation until I figure out your game. The moment I refuse to play, you take umbrage and your true nature comes out. Now, suddenly you claim to be the victim. All the more reason not to become involved.

Thank you. It's much easier to remove one tentacle than all eight.
12/10/2023 1:08 pm

More games than the midway of a carnival.
And more bullshit than the pens at a feedlot.

This is why I am so cautious about letting anyone close. Game-playing like this. It doesn't matter if it's a submissive, a switch, a Dominant, or someone who isn't even a part of the lifestyle. It doesn't matter if it starts with a compliment, an insult, a verbal jousting session, a random comment about something I happen to be reading while I wait for a friend.

It seems that every time I have contact with another human being, I am subjected to THIS.
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I'm Not A Fucking Library Book
Posted:Sep 10, 2018 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:9 pm
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I was raised to always have a plan, or twelve. (Sometimes plans change.)

I was raised to maintain a schedule as best I can. (Sometimes schedules change.)

I was also raised to keep to the first obligation I agreed to, whenever possible, especially if I gave my word.

I was raised that the only thing that happens last minute is an emergency.

I was raised that the only folks worth bending the rules for won't ever ask or expect you to do so. (VERY important bit to remember.)

Where does all of this stem from?

I was speaking to a young man several months ago, someone I was crushing on pretty hard (No longer, because the douchiness was rather thick with this one), when suddenly all communication ceased. POOF! Just like that. In fact, we had been working on finding a mid-point to meet up so we could chat one another up before possibly shagging each other silly. (Safety second, you know...)

I figured something came up, some sort of emergency or life issue, and waited for a week to hear from him, to see if there would be any more conversation on meeting up. A week went by, nothing. Two weeks, nothing. A month, nothing. Seems like he ghosted. Well, shit. This was starting to feel familiar.

So I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and continued down my path... sans good-looking hottie Veteran with a libido from Hades. Meh. There we were, over 6 months down the road, and he was in my inbox again asking to meet up because he will be in my neck of the woods this weekend. That's all fine and dandy. But remember what I said earlier about how I was raised? I already had plans for that weekend. My nephew got his first set of hunting tags and I was taking him out to scout some spots. I was to be off grid the entire Saturday.

I was given a "maybe next time" and then stony silence after I responded, And I even offered an open door for conversation in hopes of getting things back on track between he and I. Apparently, conversation was NOT on the agenda.

Pity. It coulda been something.

Frankly, disappointed.
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Pearl in a Closed Fist
Posted:Sep 10, 2018 11:23 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2023 1:37 pm
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Have you ever watched a pick among the stones? Have you ever watched them grasp with tightly clenched fist their chosen treasure before they run to a favored adult to show it off?

Ever notice that they don't run with the gift in a flattened palm? Rarely in cupped hands?

Have you ever asked why?

The answer is simple, especially in a 's mind: "I don't want to lose it." See?

So they run with their newly-found, priceless (to them) treasure in a tightly-clenched fist, so as not to lose it.

This is how I present my most treasured and glowy bits (heart, soul, femininity, etc.) to those favored people in my world. I first present with the dirty, grimy and tightly-clenched fist that has dug into the earth and amongst the bits of stone and shell in order to find those precious treasures. Most turn away from the dirt, the harshness, the abrupt nature of the offering. Few wait patiently for me to open my hand to see the treasures kept safe there. An even smaller number are just as excited about the offering.

Those who turn away rarely get a second chance, even if they glimpse the treasure from a distance and try to come closer.

Those who wait to see and those who are just as excited as I are the people who will always be favored enough to be shown those treasures and glowy bits.
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Liar, Liar, Pants for Hire
Posted:Sep 10, 2018 11:21 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:9 pm
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Started with:

"You're the one I've been waiting/searching for..." (What girl doesn't want to hear that?)
"You're the one I've thought about all these years..."
"You're the one that got away..." (oh, be still my heart...)
"You're the one that I should have put the ring on..."
"You're the one that I should have been with..."
"I love you..."
"Thoughts of you kept me sane on my deployment..."
"I don't know why I let you go..." (I wonder that ALL the time, and rarely receive an answer.)

Followed by:

"Ain't no one fucked me like you did..."
"You're the best sex I've ever had..." (No ego, I hear this a lot)
"I've only had this tiny number of sexual partners since you..." (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know how to do the math on this one.)
"Even when I was with my ex (or exes), I was thinking of you the whole time..."
"You were mindblowing..."
"I love you..."
"Even in the darkness out there, there was always you..."

Continued with:

"I want to do this right..."
"I want to date you proper..."
"I want to take the time/take it slow..." (These are all lovely things to SAY, but most never do them.)
"I'm not letting you go this time..."
"I won't treat you like they did..." ('They' meaning my douchecanoe exes that had pretty much destroyed me.)
"I want to be with you the rest of my days..." (Heard this before...)
"I don't want to be without you anymore/ever again..."
"I want you to be mine..."
"I love you..."

Then came:

"I don't want to do this right anymore..." (Here comes the roller coaster, folks. No amount of logic or reasoning will slow this ride down.)
"I've had a taste and I want more..."
"I want what I want right now. When are you going to give it to me..."
"I don't want to wait..."
"I want what we had..."
"Why won't you let me have what I want..." (Even explaining that he'd be ultimately getting what he wanted from me, as long as he played by his own original rules, didn't slow down his tirade. As far as he was concerned, I was turning him down, refusing him.)
"Don't ever tell me 'no' again." (To which I responded with "I will tell you 'no' however many times I feel the need to do so.")

Until, finally:

"*silence*"
"*no response*"
"*ghost*"

(Ah, there you have it, ladies and gents. There's the truth. That last little part. The tirade and the silence. This all happened in the span of approximately 36 hours with someone who vociferously and vehemently claimed he couldn't wait to have me back in his life "after all these years", to treat me like his Queen. Seems that the actions are speaking so much louder than the words.)
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Take the Time
Posted:Sep 10, 2018 11:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:9 pm
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I was told recently that I needed to have a personality, that I was getting old and fat, and that I needed to watch my attitude or I was going to end up bitter and alone.

By a 29-year-old male.

Because I educated him on the fact that the answers to his questions were on my profile, in plain sight, where I was pretty sure he could read them.

*sighs and rubs my face*

Look. I get that I have a lot of information on my profile. It's a great deal of literature to read through. Believe you me, it was a chore to type up. However, it's there for a reason. It's there so neither one of us will waste time asking questions that can be answered by spending 5 minutes reading through it.

I take the time to look through profiles before I ask questions, out of respect for myself and perhaps the person to whom I'm speaking, because I know what it feels like to repeat the same bit of information over and over and over.

Or is that asking too much?
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The Devil (is in the Details)
Posted:Jul 5, 2016 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:9 pm
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It is said that the Devil won't show up all red with a pitchfork in hand and horns on his head. Instead, he will show up as the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on, the thing you want the most.

Thrice upon a time, there was this guy. By the Gods, he was handsome. A woman could go blind looking at that kind of rugged beauty for too long, but I'm sure she would do so willingly and without complaint, dashing herself upon the rocks like a modern day sailor following a Siren's song.

His lips, sweet like honey and intoxicating like bourbon, went straight to my head and held me in thrall for hours just from their touch while the words that dripped from them enchanted and bewitched me the moment he spoke. (There is something to be said about men who can kiss!)

His eyes were lit from within by a fire that could power a million cities for a hundred years. Looking into them was like staring into the Abyss and having It look back. His gaze could be predatory, piercing, loving, gentle, warm, glacial, watchful or dark as the Abyss from when he crawled, all within moments of one another, all without warning or without skipping a beat.

His smile, rare and fleeting, seemed only to land upon those worthy of its bright and shining nature.

As time passed, his moods showed themselves to be increasingly mercurial, rapidly shifting and changing, ever elusive, and not as steady as they had been portrayed in the beginning. His actions began to part ways with his gloriously-spoken words; his words lost more and more of their strength the further away his actions frog-marched. Helpless, I watched the vague sauntering downward of the Devil toward his own personal Hell of Devalued Honor and Misplaced Integrity.

It is said that the Devil is in the details. Well, I remember the details of that particular Devil. He and I will always be unfinished business.
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One of My Favorite Quotes
Posted:Jun 6, 2016 1:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:9 pm
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Men, you say you want a strong, intelligent, truly independent woman who wants you rather than needs you, who inspires you, who pushes you towards being yourself, who can stick by you through the hardest times, and who can be your rock through life's obstacles.

But you need to know that a truly strong, independent woman does not walk through life with her heart wide open. She has had to put up walls to block toxicity to obtain her strength. She is skeptical and always on alert from a lifetime of defense against predators. She is going to be a bit jaded, a little cynical, and a little scary because those qualities come with the struggle of obtaining that strength that gravitates you. She is going to doubt and question your good intentions because it has become her adaptability instincts that have allowed her to thrive.

She is not a ball of sunshine. She has flaws. She has a past. She has her demons. She knows better than to just let down her barriers for you simply because you voice a desire to enter. You have to prove your right of entrance. She will assume the worst of you because the worst has happened. If you want her to see otherwise, prove her wrong.

― Maggie Young
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Radical Honesty
Posted:Feb 12, 2016 7:37 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:9 pm
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Radical Honesty is a kind of communication that is direct, complete, open and expressive.

Radical Honesty means you tell the people in your life what you've done or plan to do, what you think, and what you feel. It's the kind of authentic sharing that creates the possibility of love and intimacy.

It is a level of frankness that most of the world isn't quite ready for, yet at the same time (to a man) the population beseeches their neighbor, loved ones, boss, coworkers, friends and family for it.

"Oh I want honesty! I want forthrightness! I want upfront behavior! No more games! NO more scandals! No more lies! Wait... what's that... is that honesty...? Bold, in my face honesty? ANd it isn't sugarcoated??? Holy Fuck! That is NOT what I signed up for! Get that filth out of my face; I wanted the unicorn farts and Cupid's breath, not this... this... reality. How dare you!"

*sighs and rubs my face*

Do not ask for what you're not willing to give, and be VERY careful what you wish for, because you very often will receive just that.
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I'm A Big Woman
Posted:Feb 4, 2016 12:29 am
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2018 11:02 pm
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I'm a big Woman.

There I said it. You would probably call me fat, obese, large, plump, chubby, roly poly, jiggly, thick, curvy, voluptuous, or any number of good or bad words that all mean the same damn thing.

I'm a big Woman.

At 5'8", I'm the tallest Woman in my family, and at 229# I'm also the heaviest. I've been heavy since I was knee high to a grasshopper, but not in the "Hercules Hercules Hercules" kind of heavy. The running joke in the family has always been that I could get a job as a defensive lineman for the Green Bay Packers. Coupled with the size of my tits and the width of my hips, I could be a substitute on a dairy farm. Yup. I'm one hell of a Woman.

All through middle and high schools, I dealt with the popular making fun of me because of my weight and my build, the whole Fatty Fatty Two by Four chant, jocks and cheerleaders sneering and jeering at me as I sweated like a motherfucker jogging around the track or along the cross country trails, the wrestling team laughing at me as I hit the weights like a fanatic.

No one knew that, at the age of 14, I could dead lift a short block with ease, despite being "overweight". No one cared that I could push a full-sized car 1/4 mile without issue while my older brother steered. It didn't matter to anyone that I had been swinging an 8# sledge since I was 8 years old, or hauling and chopping wood since that same age either. For years (and even now) my brother calls me his 200# wench (a play on the word "winch"), as I've been used to push or pull any number of vehicles out of some sort of situation. All that mattered was that I was fat.

Even to this day, that's all that matters. Guys will see the tits, the face, the hair, the ass, and think "Holy shit, this chick is perfect!!!" then they see me in person, and suddenly... BAM... nothing but assholes and elbows. Or, worse yet, they don't even show. It doesn't matter that they spoke of how perfect you are, how much you fit their ideal, how beautiful you look, HOW YOU'RE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE.

All bullshit. Every. Single. Fucking. Word.

And men are trying to figure out why women are so fucked in the head? Huh. Think about it for a minute, if y'all would be so kind.

Instead of trying to fit into the cookie cutter mold in high school, I chose another path. I chose to be who and what I am, to own my body in ALL of its glory, and to embrace it as a gift. I found out then that many folks were intimidated by me because of my size and my resting bitch face. Believe that I capitalized on that. All it took was one show of strength (and one show of bat shit crazy), and my reputation was set. Yes, I was still fat, but no one made fun of me anymore, at least not to my face. I didn't have to spread my legs to find validation or acceptance, and I didn't have to have a man tell me I was pretty or beautiful or wanted. I found all of that on my own.

To this day, it still seems to hold true. I'm still a big Woman. My tits are still huge, and so are my ass and hips. I still have long hair, and thighs that touch. I have a belly. I've had piercings, and I have tattoos. Some parts I shave, some parts I trim, some parts have never seen a razor.

I've been through life experiences that tried to destroy me and exes that did their level best to finish the job. I know what it can do, the pleasures it can bring, the pain it can take. If you're so hung up on the visual, then go find some cookie cutter gingerbread female to dip your wick into, and leave me be. Get off my page. Get out of my space. Stop looking at my pictures.

I never professed to be perfect. I only stated I was real.



“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”

― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
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