<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:47:06.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my journey to submission</title><subtitle type='html'>my journal/journey as a submissive</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-115595428261698651</id><published>2006-08-19T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:19:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll try to keep the quizzes I take in one big posting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(8-18-06)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The keys to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....very true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How emotionally mature am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***You Are 58% Grown Up, 42% Kid***&lt;br /&gt;You've grown up a good bit, but you still have a way to go before you're emotionally mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You have the skills to control your emotions, you just have to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sesame Street Personality quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***You Are Elmo***&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and innocent, you expect everyone to adore you. And they usually do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are usually feeling: Talkative. You've got tons of stories to tell. And when you aren't talking, you're laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You are famous for: Being popular, though no one knows why. Middle aged women especially like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How you live your life: With an open heart. "Elmo loves you!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What color should my blog be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Your Blog Should Be Purple***&lt;br /&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much I've changed in 10 years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***You've Changed 60% in 10 Years***&lt;br /&gt;You've done a good job changing with the times, but deep down, you're still the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You're clothes, job, and friends may have changed some - but it hasn't changed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How shy I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***You Are 76% Shy***&lt;br /&gt;You are a very shy person, and it has started to impact your life in a negative way.If you can avoid human contact, you usually do. And as a result, you miss out on a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......not really a suprise. I'm just shocked my score wasn't higher&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How happy I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***You Are 36% Happy***&lt;br /&gt;You're not miserable, but you could stand to be a lot happier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Focus on what's right in the world, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......kind of an emabarrrassing thing to admit. But, I learned how NOT to be happy from my upbringing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What element is my soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Your Love Element Is Water***&lt;br /&gt;In love, you connect deeply and commit totally.For you, love is all about taking risks and moving into unknown territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You attract others with courage and confidence.Your flirting style is defined by your flexibility and ability to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurturing and shared learning are the cornerstones of your love life.And while you may jump in to love too quickly, you always come out the wiser for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You connect best with: Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid: Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You And another Water element: will pull each other down into a dark place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much of a Cancer I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***You are 93% Cancer***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;......not a suprise. I only had one false answer. I've always seemed to be a textbook Cancer. Not suprising, either, that I would connect best with a Water sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Personality Disorder am I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***You May Be a Bit Borderline...***&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swings make a roller coaster look tame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When you're up, you're a little bit crazy...And when you're down, your whole world is crashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Scary thing is, these moods can change by the minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;......No Shit??????!!!!! ROFLMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Am I a sociopath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***You Are 52% Sociopath***&lt;br /&gt;You're not a sociopath, but you're very prone to antisocial behavior.Other people's opinions matter little to you. You live your own fringe life - for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....hmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***I am 60% Weird***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....at least I'm not 80-100% weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How American I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***You Are 50% American***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;America: You don't love it or want to leave it.But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead...And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;......actually, at this point, I do want to live in an another country. Bush sucks ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What does my candy heart say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"***&lt;br /&gt;A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What turns you off: fighting and conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......I have had many many people tell me that I'm a sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What drug am I like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***Your Personality Is Like Acid***&lt;br /&gt;A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;One moment you're in your own little happy universe...And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm always tripping out on one thing or another. LOL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How evil am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***You Are 34% Evil***&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......the options they gave, made me realize I'm not really evil. I don't do bad or unlawful things to hurt anybody......except myself. I guess that is "the most dangerous kind of evil".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What Xmas movie is most like my family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Your Christmas is Most Like: A Christmas Story***&lt;br /&gt;Loving, fun, and totally crazy.Don't shoot your eye out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....my favorite xmas movie!! LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What should I be for Halloween?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Your Haloween Costume Should Be***&lt;br /&gt;A Mental Patient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......there should be a net-acronym for: Laughing So Hard I Start Choking!!! Oh, that's too funny!!! Been there, Am that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's my IQ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***Your IQ Is 80***&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Below Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Exceptional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Below Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Your General Knowledge is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-115595428261698651?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/115595428261698651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=115595428261698651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/115595428261698651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/115595428261698651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/08/mindless-quizzes.html' title='Mindless Quizzes'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-115595356323497533</id><published>2006-08-18T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:16:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>relationship quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I borrowed this from a submissive's website. The link is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aslavesheart.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.aslavesheart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Longest relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Shortest relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. How many people have you broken up with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. How many times have you truly been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Are you in love right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have told you that they love you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Have you ever thought that you were going to marry the person you were with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;in the sense that the feelings of love were really intense--no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. Have you ever cried over a boyfriend or girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;most definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. Are you happier single or in a relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm happy being single now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, but only when I was young and stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;13. Have you ever been cheated on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14. What is the best part of being in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;having someone to hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;15. What is the worst part of being in a relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;trying to determine boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. Worst relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;David but Steve is a close second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;17. Have you ever had your heart broken? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;18. Have you ever broken someone's heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;19. Do you talk to any of your exes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;20. If you could go back in time and change things to where you could still be with one of your exes, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it would be nice, but no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;21. Do you think any of your exes feel the same way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;22. What is your ideal boyfriend or girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;someone I can talk and laugh with for hours. someone who's not afraid to be playful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;23. Do you believe that you are a good boyfriend or girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i haven't been in the past, and haven't been with anyone in a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;24. Have you dated people who were not good to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes times 1,000,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;25. Have you been in an abusive relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;26. Name your most memorable ex if you have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a guy I met in NJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;27. Have you dated someone older than you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've &lt;em&gt;been&lt;/em&gt; with older men, but it's not the same thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;28. Younger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;29. What is one thing that all of your exes had in common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;most were abusive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;30. Do you regret anything that you have done with a boyfriend or girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I regret something I did &lt;em&gt;to &lt;/em&gt;an ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;31. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep over a boyfriend or girlfriend? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;32. When is the last time that you were in a relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;33. Believe in love at first sight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;34. Ever dated two people at once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes, not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;35. What's the perfect date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;July 6, my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;36. Ever been given a promise ring? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;37. Ever been given an Engagement ring? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;38. Do you want to get married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would very much like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;39. Do you have something to say to any of your exes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am so glad I've moved on; except one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;40. Ever stolen someone's boyfriend or girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;41. Ever liked someone else's boyfriend or girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;42. Do you believe in true love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes, The Princess Bride is my favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;43. Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes, its miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-115595356323497533?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/115595356323497533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=115595356323497533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/115595356323497533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/115595356323497533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/08/relationship-quiz.html' title='relationship quiz'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-115595065875387258</id><published>2006-08-18T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:37:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't posted in a while</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted here for awhile, since before summer. I've been taking a break, been trying to not even THINK about D/s stuff. I keep re-evaluating how I feel about D/s, I suppose as my healing journey progresses so does my D/s journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-115595065875387258?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/115595065875387258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=115595065875387258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/115595065875387258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/115595065875387258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/08/havent-posted-in-while.html' title='haven&apos;t posted in a while'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-114851701518994887</id><published>2006-05-24T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:33:43.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm, life can be interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;well, i don't think it's going to go anywhere with the Dom i had coffee with yesterday. what's the old adage? if a guy doesn't call you the next day, forget about it? well, he hasn't emailed me all day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, anyway, i contacted a Dom from my town on collarme a few days ago. We've been emailing back and forth about starting training, and He agreed tonight. so, i'm hoping that it will be a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out he was only playing with me. Well, fuck him. (8-18-06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-114851701518994887?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/114851701518994887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=114851701518994887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/114851701518994887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/114851701518994887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmmm-life-can-be-interesting.html' title='hmmmm, life can be interesting'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-114834694518610994</id><published>2006-05-22T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:15:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Dom that i met months ago contacted me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hello hello....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I met A early in the year, at a local bdsm meeting.  He was very nice, very respectful.  I wasn't in any place to meet anyone at the time, which is probably why he said he was with somebody.  I was disappointed as hell, but what are ya gonna do?  :)   lol  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remembered who he was, though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On friday, or thursday, i was browsing around on collarme.com.  Nobody's contacted me on that site for months, so I wasn't expecting anything, but I go there to read the forums.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And, A contacted me via chat, and we talked for about an hour.  And, we made plans to get together this week.  He said he would have definite plans today.  I talked to him again on chat this morning, for another hour.  We're meeting for coffee tomorrow.  We're also planning on playing a bit.  If things go well at coffee.  I think they will.  I'm not getting any red flags, and I'm actually communicating well with him.  I'm feeling good about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today, before therapy, I decided to go back to a Domestic Violence group at the YWCA, that I took four years ago.  Just as a refresher.  I'm not expecting DV (I'm trying to have very very good thoughts about him), but the course was a very good one.  And, with my relationship history, it seemed essential to have the concepts fresh in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The groups are on Monday nights, so, hey, how well did THAT work out??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just got home.  First impulse I had after about 15 minutes:  to run screaming far, far away from the lifestyle, and hide in a hole.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First thought I had:  DV can happen in any relationship.  So, unless I wanted to hide in a hole in Siberia, I was going to run into the possibility of it in any relationship I would want to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Second thought I had:  if I don't watch my back, no one else will.  If I don't want to end up dead, and I don't, I need to be vigilant of these kinds of things.  So, I'm doing good for myself.  Yay me.  So, I think it's going to be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll come back and write about the meet tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-114834694518610994?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/114834694518610994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=114834694518610994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/114834694518610994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/114834694518610994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/05/dom-that-i-met-months-ago-contacted-me.html' title='a Dom that i met months ago contacted me'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-114614492156770788</id><published>2006-04-27T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T06:35:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found the reasons behind Steve</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I finally realized why I kept going back to the son-of-a-bitch.  I used him as a distraction when my life started to suck so bad I couldn't stand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And, actually, it's easy to stay away from him know that I know this.  I know that I can cope differently, and I don't need him, anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't think anyone in my 3D life, or anyone who's read this blog for that matter, is convinced that I mean it, this time.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm not even sure if I mean it.  But.....I do know that this time is different.  I haven't seen him now for about a month and a half to two months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In other news.....my dear friend, Barb, who I met at a slosh, passed away this last Sunday.  She was a good friend.  She was the best.  She had cancer, but she was so very up-beat and positive about life.  She was so sure she was going to beat it.  She might have, but she had a heart attack, and that combined wiht chemo that kept making her seriously sick......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm going to miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;May you have peace, Barb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-114614492156770788?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/114614492156770788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=114614492156770788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/114614492156770788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/114614492156770788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-found-reasons-behind-steve.html' title='I found the reasons behind Steve'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113959995759889240</id><published>2006-02-10T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:40:57.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am I not pathetic??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh yes, i think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;deep down, i keep waiting for steve to call.  every time the phone rings, i get all excited, and i run for the phone.   .....i'm not sure what i would d0 if he actually callled.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i want him to tell me that he's moved on blah blah blah, and he can finally be with me.  i know it's not true; that's not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a friend told me that steve and i keep running into each other b/c i'm not over him, and our energies keep 'calling to each other'.  i firmly agree with her.  she gave me some ideas to protect myself from his energy.  i haven't tried them, yet.  i guess i'm not ready.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i need to get over him, again.  i need to get over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;changing the subject....i've been having a lot of dreams lately about being in high school.  not actual memories, but being in uniform in an all-girls school.  last night's dream....i couldn't quite hear what the teachers were saying.  i dream about being in marian's staircases, going to and from class.  last night, i was a junior.  most of them, i think, i'm a sophomore or freshman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(in the high school i went to, there was a lot of competition between the classes.  if you were a freshman, you learned you were on the bottom of the "totem pole".  if you were a senior, you were very proud of it.  sophomore year, you couldn't wait to be a junior.  junior year, you couldn't wait to be a senior.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyway.....it's very weird dreaming about school so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113959995759889240?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113959995759889240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113959995759889240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113959995759889240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113959995759889240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-i-not-pathetic.html' title='am I not pathetic??'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113946213908295162</id><published>2006-02-08T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:19:33.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I called it quits with Steve</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm trying to be optimistic about this time. Deep down, I'm not sure if I can keep my resolve. I'm hoping ::crossing fingers:: that the insight I had the other day will help me leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I talked to him tonite, and he was like "oh yeah, she's being all nice and sweet...blah blah blah. I told him I thought it sounded like smoke and mirrors. He said, "what do you mean?" I was like, It sounds like bullshit" He was like "oh no, I don't. I want this to be amiable. The less chaos the better." Huh???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I made the decision, I don't want to wait around forever for the situation to resolve itself. He's not going to get off his duff. Which means that I have to....and go on with my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, I wash my hands of the whole thing. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113946213908295162?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113946213908295162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113946213908295162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113946213908295162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113946213908295162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-called-it-quits-with-steve.html' title='I called it quits with Steve'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113926747880239222</id><published>2006-02-06T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:25:03.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>email i wrote to Steve today, but didn't send</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel insane. i'm just going up and down about us. last night, i was feeling good about you when you were here. now, i'm feeling crazy for staying in contact with you. with letting you come over. ASKING you over. what is wrong with this picture????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i mean, you've hurt me in the past, so why am i giving you another chance? i feel like i've given you several chances just over the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my life gets so chaotic when you're in it. i was just getting comfortable with a relaxed feeling in my life. i want that back. that's one of the reasons i'm so uncertain about us. i &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;built a life for myself. i had &lt;em&gt;just gotten over you. &lt;/em&gt;it took me quite a while, but i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and,i know that i don't need you to be happy. and, i don't need you if i'm feeling lonely. i can look elsewhere. do you get that? can you understand? i don't &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;you. i &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;you, yes. but, need and want are completely different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and, you have a habit of &lt;em&gt;wanting &lt;/em&gt;what you want, when you want it. what do you need?? IMO, you don't need me at this point in your life. you need to direct your energies elsewhere right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you don't need me. i get the impression from you that you think i'm the only woman that you ever could be happy with (that you need). that bothers me. that triggers in me the feeling of sympathy, and the warm feeling that i have for you, and i don't want to hurt you. and, i feel that i can't desert you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where does that feeling come from????? it's utter bullshit. i've always had that feeling when it comes to you. is it something that you do without knowing it; and then i pick up on it; and so feel like you can't be left?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wait, i think you project a feeling of helplessness. yeah, i think that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and, i've rid myself some of my own helplessness. i know that i need to help myself, and that i can take care of myself. you don't have that same feeling, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the question now, is can i do what i need to do, and leave you be?? and, &lt;em&gt;not take care of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think that's what has been bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the conflict, i think, i know that i deserve someone who has their life together, and....doesn't.....need....to...be....rescued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wowee zowee. i'm having one hell of an epiphany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all this time we've been trying to rescue each other. and, i thought it was only him that was doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know now that i don't, can't, rescue anyone but myself. i can only take care of myself, and i deserve someone whom i feel i don't have to take care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i may be repeating myself, but i'm having a brain-busting insight. after all, this has been going off and on with Steve for the past seven years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope that the feeling of having to take care of him, which felt like a natural instinct, can fade now--and, i can be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(this insight came to me while re-typing the message i have printed out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have secondary stuff here, and now that i think about it, i think a lot of it is/was triggered because of the feeling of rescuing him. as a kid, i felt that i needed to rescue basically my whole family. i felt weighed down by all that presumed responsibility. (and, i've been yelling at him about responsibility. ::blushes deep red::) i have shed some of that feeling of responsibility about my family. (thinking here) it seems like parts of me need to re-create the past because the absence of those feelings feels weird and wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so, that heavy feeling of responsibility was being re-created with Steve. also the secondary feelings that come with resentment. the two biggest feelings are fear and anger. that kinda makes sense because anger usually covers another emotion. fear and anger were a big part of my childhood, if unconscious. so, unconsciously, i have re-created those feelings.  also, i have several (a lot, a ton, a great many), parts of myself that have roots of fear--great fear, and anger/rage.  that's where the rage comes from.....::light bulb::.....also the fear of him--a lot of those fears i had/have about my father.  also the feelings of rejection that i have, a lot, about Steve.  i have deep feelings of rejection about my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have improved emotionally in other areas of my life. slowly but surely with my family of origin. coming along with other people--the people i'm meeting now, i'm working on it. the only holdover re-creation that hasn't changed is Steve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmmmmm, need to process all this a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113926747880239222?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113926747880239222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113926747880239222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113926747880239222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113926747880239222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/02/email-i-wrote-to-steve-today-but-didnt.html' title='email i wrote to Steve today, but didn&apos;t send'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113926414929198159</id><published>2006-02-06T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:11:57.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so frustrated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm really going up and down about Steve, here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this may seem silly to other people. but, i have a psychic link with my cat, onyx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last night, Steve was over to my place for a while. i swore i wouldn't let him back into my life for at least a few months. ::angry shrug::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but, i needed help with my vaccuum, and i called him. what does that say about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what am i doing?????? AAAAHHHHHH SHIT FUCKER HELL!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but, i trust in onyx's judgement completely. and, he let me know last night that he trusted Steve, and was as affectionate with Steve as he is with me. onyx usually doesn't do that. all i know, he was trying to tell me something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;::lets out a scream of frustration::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh God, i am so frustrated and conflicted about this!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please give me a sign whether to go with Steve, or not!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know that i didn't read onyx wrong. but, i'm sooooo tired of the inner conflict about this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113926414929198159?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113926414929198159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113926414929198159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113926414929198159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113926414929198159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-so-frustrated.html' title='i&apos;m so frustrated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113917446472176275</id><published>2006-02-05T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:21:04.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve's out of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Steve and I were together a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;....I think that's the shortest time we've ever been together....in our extreme "on-again-off-again" relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is there maybe a clue in that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ultimately, I didn't need the shit from his wife, and I knew it, and I had to be strong and kick him out of my life.  I would hope that it shows him that I care about my own well-being first, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He was as manipulative as ever.  He made excuses for EVERYTHING.  There was always a reason for everything, and nobody had to take responsibility.  He's very much like my father in that respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It seemed that he always had sex on his mind.  That hadn't changed.  He DID take no for an answer.  But, it didn't stop him from trying....constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm just relieved to get all the chaos out of my life, and I can relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It sure makes me appreciate my parents, hearing about his.  No matter how mad they are...no matter how mad I am.....their home is open to me in an emergency, if I needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AND.....if all the chaos were not enough.....I've got lice, AGAIN.  My mom treated my hair with lice shampoo yesterday, and combed thru it.  And, I put mayo in my hair last night.  And, I'm not itching now.  So, I think I got it.  But, I've still got to treat my couch, and do laundry.  I vaccuumed last night, and put everything into bags.  Yay for me!  Last time this happened I didn't want to treat my house.  So, I really didn't.  But, goddamn if I'm going to shave my head again.  I think it's easier now that my hair's really short.  But....it just grew out enough that I've got a full head of hair!!!  Short hair, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, right now I'm doing ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113917446472176275?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113917446472176275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113917446472176275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113917446472176275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113917446472176275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/02/steves-out-of-my-life.html' title='Steve&apos;s out of my life'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113882985612199027</id><published>2006-02-01T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:37:36.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update about therapist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, I've talked to Karen about working on memories and such.  She's totally open to it, and wants to start working on them.  Turns out I was doing a lot of mind reading about the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Only....she's given me a journaling assignment, and I'm having a hard time starting.  I get a huge-ass headache.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't want the underlying issues, yet it's hard for me to talk about them.  It is like me to blame her for my reluctance.  Not that I do it one purpose, but there it is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113882985612199027?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113882985612199027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113882985612199027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113882985612199027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113882985612199027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/02/update-about-therapist.html' title='update about therapist'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113882929278316971</id><published>2006-02-01T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:08:22.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve's come back into my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ack!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The last thing I expected was Steve calling me. Just as I had accepted it was over between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He called last Thursday and told me that it's over between him and his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are a lot of chaotic things going on at the moment....having to do with her, and him. She's gone psychotic now that I'm back in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All that's going on is really too stupid and childish to list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so confused. We've been talking about a D/s relationship. We went to J's last weekend, had a great time, played a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've had a bit more experience at playing than he has, but not by much. I don't mind exploring with him. Actually, last night, I asked him if we could talk about a collar of consideration. He asked what it was. So, earlier today, I sent him a link for an article about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;::shy smile:: The next time we're in a public lifestyle setting....a meeting or a party....I want everyone to know that we're together, and I'm not available anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I do have a tendancy to rush into things. But, it's not a permanent collar. Either of us can back out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish things were less chaotic. But, he's in a tight spot.....cuz of her. I want to knock her flat for that. But....I won't....because it would just cause more chaos and confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why does life have to be so complicated????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113882929278316971?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113882929278316971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113882929278316971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113882929278316971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113882929278316971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/02/steves-come-back-into-my-life.html' title='Steve&apos;s come back into my life'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113750789530990945</id><published>2006-01-17T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:24:55.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cathartic weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's been a pretty interesting weekend.  I didn't get to play this weekend, but maybe that's for the best.  I had a lot of emotional ups and downs.  I slept nearly all day, yesterday, and I went to bed early.  Woke up early, too!  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had a long talk with J Sunday night.  We talked about a lot of things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Karen (my therapist) and I haven't been talking about a whole lot of things since I left DBT group (DBT is a type of cognitive-behavioral therapy).  I had been in DBT for the last seven years (most of that time was in another office).  Since I had been in group at Karen's office, it.....well, I wanted to pull my hair out.  The therapist seemed to have a different theoriratical(sp) approach than the YWCA (which is the previous office).  It always seemed like there was some concept, some idea that I just wasn't gettting.  You know how it is when someone's talking to you, and you mostly understand what they're saying, but you feel there's some underlying idea that you just DON'T understand??  Or, is it just me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I could go on and on about this DBT group.  And, maybe I will in another post.  But, I just don't have time, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, J was telling me that if the underlying issues aren't dealt with, the problem stays there, and doesn't get any better.  I did know that, already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But, Karen doesn't talk with me about the underlying issues.  She told me a while ago that she doesn't believe in memory retrieval, or working on memories (neither did my first DBT therapist).   [DBT is a very much in the Now type therapy.]  Not much is done with the then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So...anyway.....I started thinking about finding a new therapist.  My pdoc would probably help me....if I say it in a way that doesn't sound like I'm just pissed off with Karen.  Which I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, damn.....I see my pdoc this morning, which is kind of a good thing....I don't have to sit with all this for a few days.  And, I need to get going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh....about the Dom? I was speaking to the other night.  He asked me if I wanted to have an online relationship a few days ago.  I asked him if I could think about it, and he said yes.  Well, Sunday night he asked again.  (And, I thought, hey the guy lives in Spain, maybe, so what could it hurt.  If I changed my mind, all I had to do was say no.)  So, I said yes, and Immediately he asked if I wanted to cyber.  ????  hmmm.  When I told him that I didn't want to, he..pretty much..said, go away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BUT, he did give me something to think about and something to work on.  So.....I am glad I got to talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh jeez, I need to get my butt in gear.  More later.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113750789530990945?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113750789530990945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113750789530990945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113750789530990945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113750789530990945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/01/cathartic-weekend.html' title='cathartic weekend'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113739217010526475</id><published>2006-01-15T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:16:10.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have to make a radical thought pattern shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've been talking on yahoo with a Dom from Spain.  Actually, I'm online with Him now.  Obviously, his native language isn't english.   He didn't understand the word 'flogger' when i was telling him what exp. i've had.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My knee jerk reaction was, "Aha!!  You really aren't a Dom.  You just want to fuck with my head!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, like, 2 seconds later, after i'd said something really snide and snotty, i realized that he probably didn't understand what the word meant....  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I apologized for it, and was in danger of over-apologinging, when i realized that i had to deal with my bad feelings for myself.  something that i've really never done before.  Apologizing profusely is a way of trying to push the bad feelings onto the other person.  Something I just now realized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 30 years old.....doesn't it seem a little old to just now be getting life's lessons??????????!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, i told him that i was feeling bad for jumping to conclusions, and asked him if he had any ideas about beginning to trust people.  and, he said.....start believing people aren't going to hurt you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which is something you don't do at the snap of a finger......but, i know that it can be accepted and incorporated, with time.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmm, that sounds like a cleverly worded excuse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I've grown to the point where I can bust myself!!!!!!   LOL  That is tooooo funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok, i need to go away and process this some.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be back later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113739217010526475?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113739217010526475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113739217010526475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113739217010526475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113739217010526475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-to-make-radical-thought-pattern.html' title='have to make a radical thought pattern shift'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113736527055344372</id><published>2006-01-15T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:47:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings on abuse and SM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, it's been quite awhile since I last posted.  The new year's party was great.  I met in person someone that I've been talking to on yahoo for months, JA.  We scened quite a bit the two days following the party.  We didn't have sex, though.  He figured it would be uncomfortable for me.....okay, I have nothing to be ashamed about.....I was too tight.  And, I appreciated that consideration very much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I found out last night he already has a sub.  I was kind of depressed....well okay, I was really depressed.  Will I ever find someone to love?  Is there someone out there for me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The partners I've had lately have been casual.  Sure, it gives me more experience, but I want something permanent.  True, I could look in the vanilla world just as easily as the SM world.  But....the thought of no kink for the rest of my life is really depressing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just have no clue what I want.  I'm starting to believe that I'm worthy of a good, decent, non-abusive relationship.  But, abusive relationships are.....not easier, but more convenient....to get into.  I mean abusive people don't really care WHO you are, so they're willing to accept a relationship from anyone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I DO want to be cared about, and needed for who I am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I met a Dom I've been talking to via collarme, C, at the L2EP meeting yesterday.  He asked me, last week I think, what is the best quality I liked about myself.  Or something.  I can't really remember his exact words.  And, I don't really remember the answer I gave him.....   But, I do know that I felt the most positive about myself, in my whole life I guess.  He responded that he felt I was a very positive person, or something like that.  I wanted to say, you should have met me a few years ago, you wouldn't have thought so then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I posted about my conflicting feelings regarding bdsm on Wings of Fire today.  Maybe I'll copy and paste it here later.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But, I have been feeling very conflicted and uncertain to what it is I truly want.  ::sigh::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As a side note, I wanted to get my kitchen clean today, or rather this weekend.  So, I didn't spend the night at J and b, although I did go to the slosh with them last night.  And, I usually spend the night.  But, I knew that if I did, I wouldn't get my kitchen clean.  So, I told myself that if I got the kitchen clean, my reward would be to go over there tonite and play.  So, Yay for me!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The management of my complex is going to be doing inspections this next week.  My kitchen, the way it was, would've gotten me an automatic eviction notice, definitely, no doubt.  Why do I have such a hard time cleaning?????????????  dammit  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, now it's clean, and the dirty dishes that I have left are stacked neatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The rest of the apt. is heavily cluttered, but nothing like my kitchen was.  So, I feel much safer in leaving it the way it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hopefully, the cat won't poop on the rug while I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, that's my latest news.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113736527055344372?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113736527055344372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113736527055344372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113736527055344372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113736527055344372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2006/01/musings-on-abuse-and-sm.html' title='musings on abuse and SM'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113598048784534894</id><published>2005-12-30T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:08:07.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>play party tomorrow....yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;welllll, tomorrow night is J and b's new year's eve play party.  i'm really looking foward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i haven't posted for awhile.  xmas is finallllly done and over with.  it was ok.  spent it with my parents.  it was stressing me out cuz we pretend we're a happy family,  but there's a lot of tension, really.  new year's is actually easier for me cuz i usually don't spend it with my parents.  and, this year i have a party to go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113598048784534894?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113598048784534894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113598048784534894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113598048784534894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113598048784534894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/play-party-tomorrowyay.html' title='play party tomorrow....yay!'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113530855694577581</id><published>2005-12-22T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:29:16.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh...the week is almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, i got my "female" appt. over with.   blech  my back is still feeling awesome!  they gave me an epidural to my back at the pain management clinic.  did i already mention that??  oh well.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had a good PT appt.  i had appts. coming out of my ears today.  and, i have two more tomorrow.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somebody please get santa off of his ass PLEASE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113530855694577581?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113530855694577581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113530855694577581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113530855694577581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113530855694577581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/ughthe-week-is-almost-over.html' title='ugh...the week is almost over'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113520529033443054</id><published>2005-12-21T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:52:20.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was bored last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;obviously I was up late/early, and mega-bored. I wish wish wish xmas hurries up. The week is going sooooo slow. blech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i guess it was also that i posted about some heavy shit last night, too.  I was doing brainless things to forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113520529033443054?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113520529033443054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113520529033443054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113520529033443054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113520529033443054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-bored-last-night.html' title='i was bored last night'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113516112064996807</id><published>2005-12-21T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:01:30.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buffy quizzes.....me be a buffy geek</title><content type='html'>ULTIMATE BUFFY FAN!!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You scored 98!&lt;br /&gt;You know your stuff!! Your amazing. im glad to know there is more of you hardcore fans out there! buffy rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 45% on buffypoints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I better be an ultimate fan!!! It's only my very fave show of all time!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A True Scooby&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You scored 95!&lt;br /&gt;You know what, you could definitely be a part of the Scooby Gang! You know your Buffy trivia and you have earned this title. In order to be a True Scooby you couldn't have gotten a perfect score, but you are on your way! Make sure to get as many Seasons as you can on DVD and keep up the Buffy fanaticism. BtVS Love Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 44% on BtVS Points&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You dusted 26 vamps!&lt;br /&gt;"All right... yes, date, and hang out and go to school and save the world from unspeakable demons. You know, I wanna do girlie stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the slayin' down! Congratulations on an excellent score... but keep in mind these people are not real and there is a life outside the Buffyverse. Be satisfied with your Buffy knowledge. It's time to explore something new like Firefly (Don't worry. It's toally Joss-friendly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 82% on vamps dusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What!!!!! They're not real??????????? The hell you say!!!!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;[ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willow-ish&lt;br /&gt;You scored 185 points out of 238!&lt;br /&gt;You're smart, you watched the musical, you paid attention, perhaps you even listened to the music afterwards. However, if you're truly a fan you need to study more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 22% on buffylovin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oh, fuck you, too!]&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;You scored 90% on Buffy Quotiness!&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so stuffy, gimme a scone!" You are a dedicated Buffy fan, no doubt there. Way to go! (Now I know I'm not the only one quoting Buffy at least four to five times a day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 66% on Buffy Quotiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangtastic! You scored 84!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 40% on Joss Points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wolfman/witch&lt;br /&gt;Here you are- 96%!&lt;br /&gt;You love Buffy- You don't deny it, you revel in it. There should be more people like you. Now go back to listening to the soundtrack from "Once more, with feeling". But because you didn't get 100% you only get a half smile from Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 25% on orbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a Buffy nerd....LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113516112064996807?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113516112064996807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113516112064996807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113516112064996807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113516112064996807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/buffy-quizzesme-be-buffy-geek.html' title='buffy quizzes.....me be a buffy geek'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113515726045918564</id><published>2005-12-21T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:28:12.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Girls test~~my fave sitcom at one time</title><content type='html'>Sophia&lt;br /&gt;You scored 65 cheesecake points! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want poetry? Talk to Neil Diamond. For advice you come to me." (Sophia quote, I think) ~~ The actual quote is "You want poetry, talk to Neil Diamond.  You want good advice, you talk to your mother"  ~~ok, it's official, I'm a geek.  LOL&lt;br /&gt; You have the wit and experience to get you through a lot, but experiences can get jumbled around and mixed up, hence a little confusion now and then. Just make sure your shoes match each other when you leave the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113515726045918564?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113515726045918564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113515726045918564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113515726045918564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113515726045918564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/golden-girls-testmy-fave-sitcom-at-one.html' title='Golden Girls test~~my fave sitcom at one time'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113515615125398442</id><published>2005-12-21T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:17:49.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>commonly misused/confused words</title><content type='html'>Advanced&lt;br /&gt;You scored 85% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 86% Advanced, and 73% Expert! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an exceptional score. Remember, these are commonly confused English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; You scored higher than 5% on Beginner &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; You scored higher than 32% on Intermediate &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; You scored higher than 16% on Advanced &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; You scored higher than 32% on Expert &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;address for test:  http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113515615125398442?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113515615125398442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113515615125398442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113515615125398442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113515615125398442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/commonly-misusedconfused-words.html' title='commonly misused/confused words'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113515405480223776</id><published>2005-12-21T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:34:14.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven deadly sins  ....not that i believe in sin  LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 80px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 76px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 108px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 136px; background: #770022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 66px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 100px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 86px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113515405480223776?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113515405480223776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113515405480223776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113515405480223776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113515405480223776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/seven-deadly-sins-not-that-i-believe.html' title='seven deadly sins  ....not that i believe in sin  LOL'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113514413375667844</id><published>2005-12-20T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:49:03.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not much in the way of bdsm activities lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;when i first scened with J and b, i thought there would be playing all the time...  well, i found out NOT.  hehehe  J and b are having a new year's eve play party.  so, looking foward to that.  ;)  i wasn't able to play at the last party T/they had, cuz it was that time of the month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;J expects his, and other submissives/slaves to be naked if they want to participate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;......eeeeesh.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the first time i scened with J, at the first party about 2 months ago, i asked Him for a private scene, because i didn't want everyone at the party and their dogs to see me naked..  He was totally cool with that, and respected that wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i can't be shy forever.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;J and G have both said that i have nothing to be ashamed of with my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it's not the being naked-while-scening in front of everyone; it's the being naked while-waiting my-turn that gives me the heeby-jeebies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;people seem so comfy with it.  and, the last party...?  ::drooling::  there was a guy who was exactly my type physically, and he got naked.  ooo mama.  he was with his Mistress, so I was trying to keep my eyes in my head, and my tongue off the floor.  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i checked with Her the next morning, and She said i hadn't been rude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;anyhoo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so, i'm nervous about being naked in front of a whole bunch of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i suppose it's a safety thing.  like, you never know what people are going to do.  and, if you trust people, when are they going to betray you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i havc felt betrayed by every group of people that i have ever hung out with.  hmmm....except for the OM people (OM is my shorthand for a place downtown, where i hung out with a group of people).  and, now that i think about it, the OM is the first place i knew people who practiced bdsm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;when i was in high school, one of my favorite things to do was to go down to the OM on sundays and watch the "freaks" come out.  yes, i did think of them as freaks.  and, i thought they were cool because that's how i thought of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so, after i dropped out of college, and living with my parents, and fighting and hating my parents~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the OM people were really clannish, you didn't get accepted by them easily.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;one night i was down in the OM with a friend.  i don't remember a whole lot of went down; but my friend knew one of the girls that was high up in the ranks of the OM people.  i said hi to a few people, and it's like they embraced me from that moment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the OM people....ROFL....i know it's kind of silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the OM people were street people.  so, i started hanging out with them heavily.  i guess even though i had a &lt;em&gt;house &lt;/em&gt;to go to, i was pretty much on the street.  my parents and i were at each other's throat constantly.  gee, i wonder why?  lol  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the OM people were also a drug crowd.  soooo, i spent a great deal of time getting drunk or stoned or high on meth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i was low on cash most of the time.  everyone was, i suppose, except for the dealers.  so, i bought drugs the only way i knew how....giving my body.  is that technically prostitution?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so, it's safe to say that, during this time, my self-esteem had been flushed down the toilet and was in the sewer.  also, i was loaded most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i've forgotten what the hell my point was.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oh well, i've needed to get that out for a long time.  there's other stuff there too, but i needed to scratch the surface, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113514413375667844?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113514413375667844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113514413375667844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113514413375667844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113514413375667844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-much-in-way-of-bdsm-activities.html' title='not much in the way of bdsm activities lately'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113514026793502667</id><published>2005-12-20T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:45:37.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm caught up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm caught up with my laundry. Yay!!! I got an idea from a housecleaning site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;instead of going thru your closet all at once~~throw the clothes you've worn into a basket/box/whatever, and when you come across something in your closet that doesn't fit, put it in a donate pile. and you can't touch the clothes you've worn. kind of clean your closet as you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(i do want to keep two articles of clothing~~my camel shirt; and a sweater that i love~i have no idea why i'm so attached to it, it's just really cool.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113514026793502667?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113514026793502667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113514026793502667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113514026793502667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113514026793502667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-caught-up.html' title='i&apos;m caught up'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113513375873802107</id><published>2005-12-20T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:32:04.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain management</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I went to a pain management clinic. I think the doc found what was wrong!!!! Something having to do with where my back meets my hips. I don't know exactly what; he used some medical term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He gave me an injection, of what I'm not sure. I didn't ask cuz my back was hurtin, and I figured he knew what he was doing. ::shrug:: So, he gives me a needleful of something in my back....right where the pain was coming from!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:$&amp;%&amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;^*%%$#@$%#^%"&gt;mailto:$&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;amp;&amp;^*%%$#@$%#^%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^*!!!! *why'd that show up as a link?* ::hrmmmm it brought up Outlook Express:: Things to make you go hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder if I sent an email, it would actually be sent to someone???? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I meant though was swearing so horrible it could only be expressed with symbols. ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk about pain. It was unbearable for only a second or two. That was the good part. You only wanted to kill him for a second or two, too. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113513375873802107?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113513375873802107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113513375873802107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113513375873802107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113513375873802107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/pain-management.html' title='pain management'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113503772049807422</id><published>2005-12-19T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:20:25.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this PT is going to work out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yay!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On the drive over, I tried to keep my expectations down. On their intake form they had 50 or so words listed that depicted different degrees of pain/and also fear. That was really cool, I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What else was cool, she gave me exercises that I could do, and were not painful, I mean, yeah, they're painful in that my oh-so-out-of-shape body really feels the stretch. But, they don't trigger the agonizing pain in my lower back that has been making me miserable. Double Yay!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think this PT is really going to help. Finally. blech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I've already mentioned that I'm so tired of being in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did some cleaning up today at the mental health rehab center (more on that later), and as I was finishing, I thought my knees were going to give out because the pain was so bad.  I stayed upright only by force of will (i.e. gritting my teeth and hanging in).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113503772049807422?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113503772049807422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113503772049807422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113503772049807422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113503772049807422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-this-pt-is-going-to-work-out.html' title='I think this PT is going to work out'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113502906499467345</id><published>2005-12-19T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:51:05.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so frickin mad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I got home a short while ago, and I decided to do some beadwork.  I had laid out the design, and was stringing beads when the phone rang.  Well, I knocked the bead tray with my hand....all the beads went flying.....  I literally screamed with frustration.  Maybe I need to eat something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm gonna take a break for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh, and I witnessed a 'Bill Engvall, Here's your sign' moment.  My new social worker, lisa, was the one who called me.  She said, I need to call you back, are you at home?  ::cross-eyed look::  Uhhhhh........yeeeeah, obviously..... ROFL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, a bit of funny in the midst of my annoyance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113502906499467345?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113502906499467345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113502906499467345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113502906499467345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113502906499467345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-frickin-mad.html' title='I&apos;m so frickin mad....'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113499435756388725</id><published>2005-12-19T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T04:12:37.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and, i'm up early</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i did go to bed at 12:40 er..this morning.  i think i woke up early to avoid getting the crap scared out of me by my alarm.  blah  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i've given myself until 6:30 to just hang out on the computer, wake up a little, and smoke a cigarette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm so hoping that this PT will be helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113499435756388725?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113499435756388725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113499435756388725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113499435756388725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113499435756388725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-im-up-early.html' title='and, i&apos;m up early'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113497248164939274</id><published>2005-12-19T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:36:49.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia's such a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have to get up early.....in about six hours. and, i just now took my meds, and i've been drinking soda all day. blah i really wish xmas could be over and done with. i get so restless and sleepless right before my birthday and holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so, i'm off to my beddy-by. blech &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have to think good things will happen at the PT's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and, i'm still up....go to bed, damnit!!!!! hehehe (12:34 am)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113497248164939274?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113497248164939274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113497248164939274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113497248164939274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113497248164939274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/insomnias-such-bitch.html' title='insomnia&apos;s such a bitch'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113495425691890450</id><published>2005-12-18T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:04:16.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've noticed something....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;when i'm having a tough time emotionally, when the thoughts really get to racing, or if i'm really restless and don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;......I don't post when i'm having a hard time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;when it's probably a good time to post.  i have to work on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and, i started taking the pill today.  Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113495425691890450?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113495425691890450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113495425691890450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113495425691890450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113495425691890450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-noticed-something.html' title='I&apos;ve noticed something....'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113495277471130890</id><published>2005-12-18T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:27:20.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>appts. for the next week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Monday 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;physical therapist~~9:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;chiro~~2:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tuesday 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pain management clinic~~1:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wednesday 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pdoc~~11:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;chiro~~3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thursday 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;gyn appt.~~9:00 AM (ewwwww, let me count the ways I'm so not looking foward to this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;PT~~12:15 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;therapy~~2:00 pm (hey, at least I have therapy the same day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friday 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;chiro~~10:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;appts. every day of the week.....blah At least I'll be busy....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;appts. for after xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wednesday 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chiro~~3:20 pm (hour-long appt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113495277471130890?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113495277471130890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113495277471130890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113495277471130890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113495277471130890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/appts-for-next-week.html' title='appts. for the next week'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113494406108137109</id><published>2005-12-18T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:13:31.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DID/MPD Ribbon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1245/1600/CrayonRibon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1245/320/CrayonRibon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(I can't remember where I got this image.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have Dissociative Identity Disorder~DID(formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder~MPD). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;::big, deep breath:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last night, I put an abuse survivor ribbon in an entry. This is going one step further than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One of the famous accounts of DID is of course Sybil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would say, probably, most people who have DID are NOT like Sybil. I know I'm not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DID is a creative coping mechanism for children who are severely tramautized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The reason for the new name is because dissociation is how the "condition" is formed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There are people in the online DID community who think that DID is a natural condition, there are those who don't consider it a disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The point being that there various theories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not criticizing anyone or anyone's reality. It's not my place to judge; I'm not them, and I don't know what their reality is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway.....I think I got off my original point.....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dissociation is something everyone does. Dissociation is on a contiuum...from "normal" (daydreaming, highway hypnosis), to PTSD, somewhere in the middle, to DID on the extreme other end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I still don't understand how the "personalities" are formed (I've looked for that answer and haven't found it, maybe it's not known). But, children use dissociation (unconsciouly), to zone out/"go away" in their head. And, so the trauma doesn't hurt so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The reason behind the "personalities" is so the original child/or sometimes another "personality" can function with no knowledge of the abuse/or trauma. The younger the child is, the more it's possible that they will develop DID/also how intelligent the child is; children who develop DID have above average intelligence (I've heard of different ages in my research, but I'll say, when the abuse occurs before 12 years old.) I guess that makes sense, because teenagers have their personalities formed, and that's why the teenage years are so tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've been " " the word personality because their not actually different 'people'; they're split off aspects of the original child's personality. They (somehow) develop their own way of dealing/functioning in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Children naturally dissociate new experiences into their subconscious/or unconscious, and when they can deal with/understand the experience, it's integrated back into their conscious mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, say the original child's name is Jane. The first time Jane is abused~~she dissociates to escape the overwhelming feelings and maybe pain. This memory?/feelings/pain are held in the subconscious, and they stay there because the child cannot understand it. If she is abused regularily, there are lots of split off memories/feelings/pain. Sometimes, different pieces coalesce into one personality. Sometimes, they stay separate personalities. The personalities that are formed from many pieces are "stronger"/have more influence than the personalities that stay separate. Usually, the separate personalities are more buried in the unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This has been my opinion only; from my personal experience and research I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113494406108137109?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113494406108137109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113494406108137109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113494406108137109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113494406108137109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/didmpd-ribbon.html' title='DID/MPD Ribbon'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113494029993479396</id><published>2005-12-18T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:11:44.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>affirmation for Sunday 12/18</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Damn, the range of text colors is really getting on my nerves.   And, I don't know HTML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I have the strength to admit my need for healing support"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Strength?  I have the strength to do anything that needs to be done.  I know I have strength.  My issue is being willing to do things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And, 'admit'?  Acceptance and being able to admit are different than asking for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, the revised version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I have the willingness to ask for healing support."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this version leaves out needing things.  ::gasp::  coincidence?  Not!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, I have problems with having needs.  Having needs means that I'm important.  God forbid that I'm important.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, wait....I am important.  I've been waiting for my family of origin to say that I'm separate from them and that I am important.  Which is NOT going to happen.  I have to work on accepting that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can be around them, and, in my head at least, be important to ME.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow....insight knocking me over with a feather.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't have to be important to them.  I can be important to myself, and to hell with what they think of me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I AM AN IMPORTANT HUMAN BEING, AND I DO MEAN SOMETHING AND AM WORTH A LOT TO ME.  (and friends and family of choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113494029993479396?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113494029993479396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113494029993479396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113494029993479396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113494029993479396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/affirmation-for-sunday-1218.html' title='affirmation for Sunday 12/18'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113493593235817090</id><published>2005-12-18T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:28:02.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning for Monday 12/19</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have a load of laundry in the washer now. I think that it might be the only thing I'll be able to do. I woke up hurting so bad. Ugh! I hate waking up in pain. It sucks the big one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, the chores for tomorrow.....and maybe later today if I feel up to it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. wash the dishes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. pickup and vacuum hallway &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. pickup bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. vaccum bedroom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. put a load of laundry in the washer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. put my linen closet back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113493593235817090?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113493593235817090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113493593235817090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113493593235817090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113493593235817090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/cleaning-for-monday-1219.html' title='cleaning for Monday 12/19'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113489483595121506</id><published>2005-12-18T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:33:56.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been feeling really overwhelmed with all the xmas stuff going on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;xmas used to be a big thing in my family of origin.  my mom still makes it a big deal, and it's a lot like when we were kids.  same stockings, presents from 'santa'...though we thank our parents for them now, until a few years ago--a tree cut from a tree farm, same ornaments, same dinner on xmas eve.  And, it's all great.  Except we're all hypocrites.  I hate it that we're all hypocrites....yet, the illusion of a happy family holiday must be maintained.  I feel a certain strain during the rest of the year....doubly so beginning in october.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's so hard living every day with the knowledge of what my father did to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's so hard to even think of him as 'family'.  what kind of a father sexually abuses his daughter????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how does he live with himself??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how do I live with me?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;::running around in circles screaming, gibbering, and drooling::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113489483595121506?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113489483595121506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113489483595121506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113489483595121506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113489483595121506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-blues.html' title='holiday blues'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113489397867018322</id><published>2005-12-18T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:19:38.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red flags Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I guess I should have taken it as a warning that I was &lt;em&gt;instantly &lt;/em&gt;attracted to G.  ::grim smile::  I don't know, I guess since he was older, I thought it would be ok.  ::wry grin::  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have noticed that when I'm instantly attracted to somebody, they invaribly are arrogant, smug, domineering, whatever.  And, I tell myself no.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I guess navigating the bdsm lifestyle is like the vanilla world in that there's still a learning curve, and mistakes are made, and hopefully, learned from.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;blah.  Life sucks.  hehehehe  And then you die.  Life's a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113489397867018322?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113489397867018322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113489397867018322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113489397867018322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113489397867018322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/red-flags-part-3.html' title='red flags Part 3'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113489230323319094</id><published>2005-12-17T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:06:57.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuse Survivor Ribbon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1245/1600/last_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4283/1245/320/last_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the address to get this ribbon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wingsoffiresurvivors.com/home.htm"&gt;http://www.wingsoffiresurvivors.com/home.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113489230323319094?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113489230323319094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113489230323319094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113489230323319094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113489230323319094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/abuse-survivor-ribbon.html' title='Abuse Survivor Ribbon'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113485779225772631</id><published>2005-12-17T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:29:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning for Sunday 12/18</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And, yay for me for starting again. I was afraid that I'd start, and then stop, and not start again. So.....yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got a load of laundry done, and cleaned off the computer cart this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's so weird being Christmas time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What I want to get done: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. wash the dishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. pickup and vacuum hallway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. vaccum bedroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. put a load of laundry in the washer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXTRA: fixed the latch on the screen door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXTRA:  cleaned out my linen closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113485779225772631?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113485779225772631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113485779225772631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113485779225772631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113485779225772631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/cleaning-for-sunday-1218.html' title='cleaning for Sunday 12/18'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113461712099273229</id><published>2005-12-14T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:25:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit over my 'whelm' limit right now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just don't want to write anything right now.   god, i hate doctor's appts.  i just hate them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113461712099273229?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113461712099273229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113461712099273229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113461712099273229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113461712099273229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/bit-over-my-whelm-limit-right-now.html' title='a bit over my &apos;whelm&apos; limit right now....'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113449113198949349</id><published>2005-12-13T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:12:40.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>affirmation for Tuesday 12/13</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"My family of origin brought me into life. Now, as an adult, I alone am responsible for how I choose to live it out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And, that sucks. It's true that, at least in my head, that I have a ton of anger at my father. And, I won't be able to move on until I let go of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then again, I can do whatever I want to, because I am an adult now, and am capable of making my own choices. I CAN make my own decisions and choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hmmm....guess I'll have to think about this one for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113449113198949349?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113449113198949349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113449113198949349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113449113198949349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113449113198949349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/affirmation-for-tuesday-1213.html' title='affirmation for Tuesday 12/13'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113445056432870734</id><published>2005-12-12T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:09:24.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red flags cont'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;if i had only listened to my gut with david.  i remember a couple of times when an alarm went off in my head.  i clearly remember him saying he was a knife nut, and my head screamed, danger, hello!!!   but, he was soooo fine, i wanted to ignore my instinct because i was afraid of never being with a man as cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;david came after steve, so alarm bells went off easier with him.  with steve....i don't know.  steve i wasn't physically attracted to.  he was so charming.  if only i'd had more experience with relationships, i'd have seen the 'too charming to be real' thing.  i also saw his arrogance, but at that point i didn't see it.  it was like, i thought that was normal.  i also saw our constant conflict as normal.  i was still addicted to chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i suppose, in a way, parts of me still are.  addicted to chaos, i mean.  otherwise, i wouldn't have an unhealthy obssession with him.  i just have more control of those parts.  and, i limit the amount of chaos in my life.  but, steve.....  maybe it's because, in his way, he was soooo much like my father.   and, i can't sever the link i have with my father.  i'm not saying that about steve, though, not not not what i mean.  i just mean, i have trouble letting go of the issues with my father, because he's my father.  and, in a lot of ways, i thought of steve as a father-figure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i mean, i can't stop mentioning steve.  in this journal, and in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;FUCK YOU STEVE!!!  FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!!!!!!!  GET OUT OF MY HEAD, GET OUT, AND DON'T LET THE DOOR SMACK YOU IN THE ASS!!!!  FUCK OFF!!!  YOU DON'T MEAN SHIT!!!!!  YOU ARE WORTHLESS!!!!!  YOU ARE A WORTHLESS PIG, AND I HOPE YOU DIE!!!!  DIE A LONG, SLOW DEATH BY SPIDER BITES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ROFLMAO......it feels good to get so pissed off, and then totally make fun of myself.  maybe it's cuz the anger is so useless.  he's not even worth spitting on.  i mean, come on, be pissed, and then get over it.  get over yourself.   i have a fresh start.  i can do and be whoever i want to be.   so what if he's an ass.  ::grin::  he's not my ass, anymore.  rofl  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I IS FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   I IS FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113445056432870734?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113445056432870734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113445056432870734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113445056432870734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113445056432870734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/red-flags-contd.html' title='red flags cont&apos;d'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113443714503562334</id><published>2005-12-12T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:42:41.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a part of me doesn't want to make this post. i hate waiting. i hate being patient. i just hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but, at the party on Saturday night, i got red flags from G. it was real subtle, i noticed it because of .....ta da...... experience. oh wow. actually learning from experience....it's a new thing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a few weeks ago, somebody said that G talked a lot. it got my radar up, i guess. i suppose i was more sensitive because of that information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;there's this other guy, r. i don't like him, in my eyes, he's abusive. but, he already has a sub, and if that floats her boat, hey, it's not my business. r likes to talk about military stories. david did the same thing, trying to prove how much of a badass he was. well, at the party, G and r were trying to 'out-story' each other. i could tell that that's what they were doing. sooooo......no. G is not the right person for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it may seem like a small thing.... but, in the beginning, it's always small things. later on, they get bigger. later on, y0u kick yourself for even being in the relationship. i can see how it's better to get out before even going there. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i suppose this isn't the very first red flag. not that it's my business, really, but he is/was having relationship issues. i suppose that was a big red flag, there. but, i decided to reserve judgement until i saw how he handled it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but, luckily, i don't have to even do that. :) Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;another big one was that he wanted to have sex the first night we played. but, i said no!!! big Yay!! i might have let him, but the last time i let my hormones get ahead of my head kept blaring at me with neon and an air horn. LMAO that image is pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I FEEL PROUD OF MYSELF FOR GROWING AND LEARNING FROM MY MISTAKES!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so, i'm still single, and still learning and growing, and looking for my One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113443714503562334?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113443714503562334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113443714503562334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113443714503562334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113443714503562334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/red-flags.html' title='red flags'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113441322350994690</id><published>2005-12-12T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:23:55.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>affirmation for Monday 12/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Heal my resentments so that I may let go of the self abuse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can think of two resentments off the top of my head: steve and my father.&lt;br /&gt;I resent steve for a whole lot of things. hehehe the way he treated me; the way he argued all the time; his sexual abuse of me....I don't know, maybe the whole relationship. The way self abuse manifests itself: I keep going over there, and I feel worse about myself, yet I keep going.&lt;br /&gt;My resentments toward my dad: pretty much the same as with steve. his sexual abuse of me, definitely. the way he won't talk to me. the way I self abuse: probably the way I keep hoping for things to change. .......come to think of it, that goes for steve, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113441322350994690?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113441322350994690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113441322350994690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113441322350994690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113441322350994690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/affirmation-for-monday-1212.html' title='affirmation for Monday 12/12'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113441316929652955</id><published>2005-12-12T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:37:31.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>physical therapy appt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Physical therapy appt. on Dec. 19 at 9:00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113441316929652955?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113441316929652955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113441316929652955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113441316929652955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113441316929652955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/physical-therapy-appt.html' title='physical therapy appt.'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113441311234570745</id><published>2005-12-12T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:12:17.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning for Tuesday 12/13</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What I want to get done: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. wash the dishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. pickup and vacuum hallway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. vaccum bedroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. clean off computer cart  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;done on 12/17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. put a load of laundry in the washer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. chiro appt @ 11:30 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. doc. appt @ 2:15 pm&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113441311234570745?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113441311234570745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113441311234570745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113441311234570745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113441311234570745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/cleaning-for-tuesday-1213.html' title='cleaning for Tuesday 12/13'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113441268379565392</id><published>2005-12-12T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T10:38:03.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not going to get much done today, I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;blah, I'm still sore.  I don't really have the energy to do much today.  I've got laundry in the washer...Yay.  So, I have accomplished something.  I also have made phone calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Have I said already that I'm tired of being in pain?????????  Well, I'll say it again!!!  hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113441268379565392?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113441268379565392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113441268379565392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113441268379565392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113441268379565392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-going-to-get-much-done-today-i.html' title='not going to get much done today, I think'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113434491418189256</id><published>2005-12-11T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:27:49.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning for Monday 12/12</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, I got home 20 minutes ago, so obviously I haven't done anything. My body hurts too much to do anything, now. I could use a day off. I wasn't able to do an affirmation today, either. Oh, and it looks like G is a bust. Oh well. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to get done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wash the dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. pickup and vacuum hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. vaccum bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. clean off computer cart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. put a load of laundry in the washer &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;done YAY!!!!! GO ME, GO ME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. call doctor &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;done--appt. tomorrow at 2:15 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. call physical therapist &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;done--appt. Dec. 19 at 9:00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. go to chiro at 11 am &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;skipped--rescheduled for tomorrow at 11:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113434491418189256?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113434491418189256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113434491418189256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113434491418189256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113434491418189256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/cleaning-for-monday-1212.html' title='cleaning for Monday 12/12'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113434502841392998</id><published>2005-12-11T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:39:33.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time zones are weird</title><content type='html'>The time posts are logged is actually 2 hours behind my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;duuurrrrr!!!!! I figured out how to log the right time.  of course, that doesn't help with all the previous posts.  (12/18/05)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113434502841392998?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113434502841392998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113434502841392998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113434502841392998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113434502841392998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-zones-are-weird.html' title='time zones are weird'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113425224595361163</id><published>2005-12-10T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:04:05.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back pain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why does my back have to hurt so much????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm so tired of being in pain.  !!!!!!!!!!!!!  grrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have started going back to my chiro (chiropractor).  When I was there yesterday, I was literally in tears.   She was cheerful and bouncy, and kept saying I was going to be all right.   ......I wanted to beat her over the head.  rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm going to a xmas party at J's tonite.  I hope G will be there.  But, if not, maybe I'll meet somebody else to have fun with.  *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm in full goth mode tonite.  lol  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm going to have fun.  And, to hell with my back.  damnit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113425224595361163?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113425224595361163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113425224595361163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113425224595361163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113425224595361163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-pain.html' title='back pain....'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113424056716161736</id><published>2005-12-10T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:44:24.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I want to get done Sunday 12/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What I want to get done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. wash the dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. pickup and vacuum hallway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. vaccum bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. clean off computer cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. put a load of laundry in the washer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113424056716161736?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113424056716161736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113424056716161736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113424056716161736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113424056716161736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-i-want-to-get-done-sunday-1211.html' title='what I want to get done Sunday 12/11'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113423647338787109</id><published>2005-12-10T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:41:13.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's affirmation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I deserve healthy relationships"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night I went over to K and L's.  I had a good time.  K gave me some really helpful advice about steve and krissy.  I need to work on not caring what they think of me.  I'm sort of there, but not all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think K and L are good for me.  I also think that J and b are really good for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been so afraid of people because I don't want to get into another unhealthy relationship.  I guess that's a risk when getting to know people.  And, not just for me--it goes for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;heh.  When I went to see my pdoc (psychiatrist), I told her I made new friends...and she said, "Just be careful.  You have a history of making bad choices about people."  No shit, Sherlock!!  hehehe  I told her, "Thanks for bringing that up. I only think about that ALL the time!"  I really didn't take offense...well, ok, yeah I did.  lol  But, I know she said it because she cares.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I told my T (therapist) about my new friends.  She asked me where I met them.  I told her I met them at a social gathering of bdsm people.  She asked me what bdsm stands for.  !!!  Um, ok...  hehe  I told her it stood for S &amp; M.  She said, the bd doesn't stand for anything?  I thought, bondage and discipline...she'd probably freak at that.  So, I said, no they don't stand for anything.  ::innocent look::  hehehe  She said, So they're into that...?  I said, yes, they're into it, but they don't force me to do anything.  And, I thought, I ask them too!  hehehe  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm kind of rambling from one thought to another.  I don't know if, deep down, I really believe I deserve healthy relationships.  I still want to have a confrontation with steve.  Even though I know it wouldn't do any good, and would really make things a lot worse.  So, why do I want to?  Why do I care what steve, and krissy, think?  I mean, steve made me feel like a slutbag whore.  And, J and b, and the people I've met through them celebrate my sexuality, and it's not a bad thing.  So, why do still care about steve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought last night, that it's like the way I feel about my father.  I really want to tell my father that I'm not a toy for him to play with.  I'm a human being, AND YOU DIDN'T TREAT ME LIKE ONE!!  YOU ARE A BASTARD SLIME SUCKING COCKSUCKING ASSHOLE CUNTHAIR!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not all the way awake, yet.  I'm hurting this morning.  My body is sore.  My left hand is asleep, it won't wake up.  It's making typing interesting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can clean out the hamper before my shower...but I'm not sure if I want to do dishes today.  blech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113423647338787109?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113423647338787109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113423647338787109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113423647338787109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113423647338787109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/todays-affirmation.html' title='today&apos;s affirmation'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113419163883490768</id><published>2005-12-09T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:47:50.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I want to get done Saturday 12/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yay, I left this site up when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to get done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. put away the stuff in the laundry hamper &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. clean off stove &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(technically done--I wrote &lt;em&gt;clean off &lt;/em&gt;the stove--I still have dishes) (my back is hurting too much right now to do the dishes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12/10) put a load of laundry in the washer &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I hurt soooo much right now. My body is so stiff and sore. I'm gonna eat, then take a painkiller and crash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113419163883490768?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113419163883490768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113419163883490768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113419163883490768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113419163883490768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-i-want-to-get-done-saturday-1210.html' title='what I want to get done Saturday 12/10'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113414568339417535</id><published>2005-12-09T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:14:09.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>affirmation-a-day keeps the blues away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have a ton of affirmations from Two Rivers. Maybe I can pick one every morning, and journal my thoughts about it. Sounds good to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Be my clarity in times of confusion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I didn't want to make any references to a higher power when I wrote them out. So, I ended up with ambiguous statements like this one. AA people say make your HP a light bulb if you have to. I need something outside of myself to believe in, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Having my car broken into is a big factor in how I see a hp, now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let's see; (my interpretations--NOT facts) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. it doesn't matter how good you try to be...life will send you bad things, regardless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. life doesn't care how much you've changed or how much you wanna turn your life around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. there are always going to be evil people in the world, might as well get used to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. don't have faith in people because they will let you down, everytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. don't bother changing or try to have a better life since life will smack you down, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmmm, can't think of anything else....I think that's enough, anyway. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113414568339417535?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113414568339417535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113414568339417535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113414568339417535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113414568339417535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/affirmation-day-keeps-blues-away.html' title='affirmation-a-day keeps the blues away?'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113409038503892285</id><published>2005-12-08T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:26:33.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I want to get done tomorrow--Friday 12/9</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A. what I definitely want to get done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. put a load of laundry in the washer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. clean up laundry mess at the foot of the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;B. what would be nice to get done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. put away the stuff in the laundry hamper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. clean off stove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXTRA: put away a basketful of clean laundry  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113409038503892285?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113409038503892285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113409038503892285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113409038503892285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113409038503892285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-i-want-to-get-done-tomorrow.html' title='what I want to get done tomorrow--Friday 12/9'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113408855206718498</id><published>2005-12-08T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:00:26.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnancy scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, it's been a week since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting my period to start last week....and when it didn't, I really freaked out. It started this week, so I'm not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it was just a false alarm. I've had very serious thoughts this last week. The main one being that I can barely take care of myself, how the hell would I take care of someone else???? *sigh* I also knew that I would carry this one to term....if I was pregnant. I wasn't going to have another abortion on my conscious. But, you know, I also saw how having the abortion was a way to not be responsible. I tell people that I wasn't able to take care of myself at the time. But, you know, I could have taken care of myself if I had wanted to. I saw, this week, that I'd just have to deal with all the uncomfortableness if I was pregnant. I would deal because I had no other choice. I saw abortion as one of my options, then. But, now.....I don't want to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't allowed to be a kid when I was a kid. Now, I have to be an adult, and I can only run screaming from responsibility. Blech. I want to be a kid...damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a wake-up call from HW, and his death this week, to really see how self-indulgent I've been the last year. He asked a friend of his to post his final writings. God, he was such a beautiful person.&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize how much I've been missing. In life, in love, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work on getting my place cleaned up, first. That way, I'll be comfortable with having company. Cuz right now....uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to take, well, I don't know how long it will take. I'm starting small, real small. I've been having so much pain in my back, lately.&lt;br /&gt;And, then, last night when I started cleaning after reading what HW wrote.....&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my bedroom floor for about ten minutes, then I had to go throw up. literally. So, there's a lot of fear there about cleaning. I was even afraid to clean today, cuz I didn't want to get sick again. But, I did, and I didn't get sick. So, I just have to take this slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I have laundry to put away. *grin*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113408855206718498?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113408855206718498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113408855206718498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113408855206718498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113408855206718498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/12/pregnancy-scare.html' title='pregnancy scare'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113338164512675528</id><published>2005-11-30T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:14:05.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of in a bad mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i don't want to work on myself.  i don't want to search my feelings.  i want to feel sorry for myself.  i didn't realize that amongst all this happy-finding-yourself, you could still have a bad day.  well, i'm having a bad day.  i want to whine.  i want to complain.  i want to just plop on the couch, arms crossed, and pout.  god, i feel like such a loser.  i can't take care of my apt.  well, i can....i just can't do it fast.  i can't clean like my mother can.  i hate her for all the trauma of cleaning as a kid.  is that a cop-out??  well, i don't care right now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;why do i have to have her expectations for cleaning????  when i do clean, i hear her in my head, saying it has to be perfectly clean.  and, if it isn't perfect, then i'll get in trouble.  as a kid, mom told us how it had to be, and if it wasn't that, dad started yelling.  so, i hear both of them in my head.  and, i feel bad because it isn't up to her standard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;etc., etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i feel bad overall.  i can't do anything right.  i suck.  i suck big time.  i'm such a loser.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;why can't i stop all of these negative tapes??????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ok, let me make these negatives into positives.....  altho, i still don't believe the positives.  all they feel like is words, and words don't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i'm not a bad person.  you're doing the best you can.  yes, i can do things right.  you brought your mail in to lisa today, because it's something you agreed to do.  you sat there and took their criticism, and didn't make excuses for yourself.  hey, you went to the appointment, and that's huge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;you're ok.  you just need to make a few adjustments.  b had the excellent idea of making lists for the things you need to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;decide what chores you want to do from the chart, and make a list for that day.  take it a day at a time.  slow down, stop thinking in terms of the future.  stop thinking about how horrid people will think you are, and just do it.  for you.  nobody else.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;feeling a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113338164512675528?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113338164512675528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113338164512675528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113338164512675528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113338164512675528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/11/kind-of-in-bad-mood.html' title='kind of in a bad mood'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113330064702240004</id><published>2005-11-29T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:11:51.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bas second chapter--second question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;write your reflections on the questions found at the beginning of this chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i have to change to be what i want to become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will have to be more submissive. i will have to be willing to put my whole being into someone else's hands. i will have to work on my issues of trust. i will have to put someone else's will before my own. I WILL HAVE TO GIVE UP CONTROL. i will have to accept that someone else has control over my life. i have to be more of a risk-taker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will you be different when you are a slave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will be less of a smart ass. i will be deferring to someone else. i will have to be willing to risk, and try new things. i will have to submit to someone else's will. i will believe that someone else knows what is best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what actions and decisions will, in fact, transform you from who you are now to what you seek to become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i need to practice being more submissive. i have to be willing to ask Doms what They want, and fulfill those wants. first, i suppose, i need to know what Doms are safe to defer to. i need to explore and expand my knowledge of bdsm activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i need to be more willing to have self-discipline. (11/30/05)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113330064702240004?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113330064702240004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113330064702240004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113330064702240004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113330064702240004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/11/bas-second-chapter-second-question.html' title='bas second chapter--second question'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113329840886206863</id><published>2005-11-29T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:44:24.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bas second chapter--first question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;using your journal, write a thousand, or more, word essay describing your future life as a slave. What do you do? Where do you live? what do you say? what is required of you? how does it feel? let your imagination go wild. make sure you save what you have written for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there once was a slave named maggie. she loved it when her Master called her 'pet'. she lived with her Master in a house with a big back yard. she and her Master had two dogs and her cat, onyx. she devoted herself to her Master, and made sure of His comfort. she spent her days designing and making jewelry. she worked out of their house. she sold her jewelry at craft shows and rennassaince faires. when her Master was home, she obediantly sat at His feet. she had a bad back, and did housework as her back allowed. she loved to cook, having learned as a young child. she made special meals for her Master. she did her best to put romance into their relationship. she loved to burn candles and use incense. her house smelled good. she would burn candles and take long baths with her Master. she burnt candles and made love with her Master for as long as He wished. she loved being flogged and spanked by Her Master. she enjoyed wax play. she also enjoyed anything her Master wished to try. she did her best to make Him happy, in and out of the bedroom. she was proud to wear her collar at home, and any special jewelry out in public. she adored being on a leash, and did not mind being on a leash in public. she enjoyed the use of the furniture at home. she would wear sexy negligee at home, as she did not like being naked all the time. she got much satisfaction at the hands of her Master. at night, she would curl up with a book, and sighed with contentment if her Master joined her. she did not watch television much, as she thought current television shows were pretty much stupid. she enjoyed watching movies, and especially her dvd's of buffy the vampire slayer. she also enjoyed reruns of csi and law and order. she enjoyed wearing her cuffs and collar at night, and climaxing as her Master wished. she loved making love with her Master for long, sensuous hours. she loved being bathed in a sheen of sweat, her breasts glistening as her Master ordered her to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;word count: 370&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm going to have to work on this one.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113329840886206863?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113329840886206863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113329840886206863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113329840886206863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113329840886206863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/11/bas-second-chapter-first-question.html' title='bas second chapter--first question'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113329307307953887</id><published>2005-11-29T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:37:53.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've met someone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sunday night was absolutely fabulous!!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my fingers are a bit stiff today.  my whole body is stiff today....  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i went to J and b's last weekend.  we all went to a slosh in lincoln sunday night.  T/their friend G showed up at the last minute, and came with U/us.  i had seen Him on three previous occasions.  He was at two sloshes i've been to here in town.  and i saw Him at J and b's party.  i have to admit, i was attracted to Him the first time i saw Him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on the way down to lincoln, i wanted to make a good impression.  so, i made a real effort not to do my habitual fidgeting.  it was easier than i thought it would be.  all the journaling i did over the weekend helped a lot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, the slosh was real fun.  i played a game of pool, and i talked to people, as well.  i felt like i was part of the group, and it was nice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on the way back, G said He was attracted to me, and that He had been restraining Himself from making a move.  i told Him i appreciated that a lot.  and, i really meant it.  it felt good that He cared enough to make a good impression.  and, it felt good to know that He did have self-restraint.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, we played in the car.  then, we went back to the house, and played there for a few hours.  it was so nice.  and, extremely satisfying.  i even had a flashback, and he was soooo extremely cool about it.  He said He was with someone for a long time who had flashbacks.  so He's experienced with dealing with that issue.  He held me and let me cry.  then W/we started again, and i was grounded in the present, and stayed grounded.  so, i found out i could feel pleasure, have a flashback, cry about it, then feel pleasure again in spite of the pain of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's having personal issues, so i am trying to play this one by ear.  i do hope that it works out.  i've been having fantasies of being spanked and flogged by Him.   oooo, delicious fantasies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm crossing my fingers that it will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, kitty's dying for attention, so i will end for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113329307307953887?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113329307307953887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113329307307953887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113329307307953887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113329307307953887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-met-someone.html' title='i&apos;ve met someone!'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113312946089487345</id><published>2005-11-27T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:11:00.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"take home" assignments</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hehehe  it's been quite awhile since i've been at school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. using your journal, write a thousand, or more, word essay describing your future life as a slave.  What do you do?  Where do you live?  what do you say?  what is required of you?  how does it feel?  let your imagination go wild.  make sure you save what you have written for later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  write your reflections on the questions found at the beginning of this chapter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do i have to change to be what i want to become?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how will you be different when you are a slave?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what actions and decisions will, in fact, transform you from who you are now to what you seek to become?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  use your journal to write the names, email addresses, and phone numbers of possible references.  contact them for permission to use them as such.  assure them of your discretion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  if you don't have any references, what can you do to create, find, them?  ask people at your next munch, club meeting, or party what they do about referencing.  use their answers to develop a list as how you will develop references for yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  pretend that you have received an email from an applicant who says that he has felt betrayed by people he has met online and would like some assurances that you are a trustworthy person.  write a letter in your journal that you think will allay his fears by proving that you are trustworthy.  show it to a friend and ask for comments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113312946089487345?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113312946089487345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113312946089487345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113312946089487345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113312946089487345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/11/take-home-assignments.html' title='&quot;take home&quot; assignments'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113312242259636431</id><published>2005-11-27T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:13:42.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trusting......myself and others</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;trust is a big issue for me, so i thought i'd devote an entire entry to it.  i feel like i'm posting too much.  but, i always have so many thoughts in my head, it helps to write them down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i just finished reading part of the book on trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the "confidence in the ability (technical proficiency), reliability (commitment), and veracity (truthfulness) of a person"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;well, let's take that definition and see how i apply it to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'll keep it in the framework of this past year, because it was within that time that i accepted the fact that it's not always what other people think.  i basically turned myself into a hermit, because i had no confidence in myself; to do anything.  least of all, believe in my ability to judge character.  my succession of abusive relationships, not to mention, abusive friendship~~led me to believe i was a poor judge of the people i let into my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; and, that it would never be any different, and i would always let people in who hurt me (in abusive terms).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my childhood abuse history was a factor, as well.  i believe/d what my parent's taught me.  that i was good for nothing, and that i was not important.  and, that i could not make choices for myself, let alone healthy choices.  i believe/d also that my body was something to be ashamed of, reviled, and that no one would want me.  on the other hand, i also learned that sex was all my father wanted me for (that's the way it seemed, anyway).  so, it stood to reason that all men would only want me for sex.  i didn't have a mind, i didn't have preferences, i certainly couldn't have fear, and maybe the biggest of all, I HAD NO CHOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so, that's the first one, ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the second, reliability:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;as a child, i was not allowed to commit to myself.  being able to do that implied that i was important, and that i came first.  but, no, my parents and their needs came first.  i had to disregard myself in order to survive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i mean, what kid under the age of 16 can survive on their own?????  sure, there are runaways, but even then, they don't know HOW to take of themselves.  i'm digressing because i was telling someone (i can't remember who it was), that i blamed myself totally for what happened because i was there.  my mere prescence caused it to happen.  they responded with, could you have done any different?????  you had to be there simply because you couldn't take care of yourself otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and, they were right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;anyway, back to committment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;in my adult relationships, i have been unable to commit to anyone.  the merest hint of commitment and i run for the hills.  most of the 'relationships' i've had, they were a bad commitment-risk, anyway.  there was one, though, that was not abusive, he was a great guy, we had fun together~~but, when it appeared to get the littlest bit serious, i sabotaged it.  in a big way.  back then, i was pretty naive about such things, so, that was part of it.  but the big part was being terrified of being happy with a man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the last thing, truthfulness; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;that's a big change that i've already made.  it's something that i'm proud of.  i don't lie to other people, anymore.  i hate lying now.  in myself, and other people.  i do still lie to myself, in my head.  but, i rarely lie to other people, anymore.  when i say i lie to myself, i mean that i lie to myself about certain relationships.  it's more denial.  i would say that the lies i harbor now have to do with denial.  i have huge denial.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so, having major issues in the first two components, and having small issues with the third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i can see that i don't have as much trouble trusting other people, as i do myself.  i mean, trusting others isn't the big thing.  trusting myself is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the book also mentions trust being gained through one's reputation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i can build my reputation with the people i'm just now meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but, i feel like that with ALL the people that i used to know?? my reputation is shot to hell.  i'm the slut, and....the slut.   i never did anything on purpose, either.  i wanted people to like me.  and, there was everything that i believe/d about myself meshed in with it, as well.  so, i was the sexually promiscuous one, the one with no self-esteem who would do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;of course.....the people that i used to know, and what they think is not important anymore.  but, i struggle with letting go of thinking their opinions are facts and they represent the truth of what i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;even to steve, i was a vessel to pour his sexual needs into.  the fact that i am a sexual creature merely encouraged his belief that i was nothing more than that.  he never gave a damn about what i wanted and what my opinions were.  i can say that because we argued about EVERYTHING.   on every subject we ever discussed, he had to be right, and i was wrong.  except for buffy, but agreeing on one topic does not make a relationship.  i really can't remember if we actually agreed on any buffy topic, but it's the one thing we didn't argue about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my reputation is tarnished with his friends, as well, because he has a big mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;well, shit, there was a lot more there than i thought there was.  i'm relieved to have gotten it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;until the next chapter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113312242259636431?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113312242259636431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113312242259636431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113312242259636431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113312242259636431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/11/trustingmyself-and-others.html' title='trusting......myself and others'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113311441111163994</id><published>2005-11-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:00:11.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"bas" first assignment~second question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blech questions questions and more questions.  i'm in enough therapy as it is, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i get uncomfortable with a lot of soul searching.  looking at my feelings is something i'm not used to doing.  it's very weird; i'm not used to anyone caring about my feelings, especially myself.  ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i don't want to read further in this book until i do these questions, so might as well get it over with.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  what myths and assumptions about slavery do i think i have that might not be based on reality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~that slaves have no will of their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~they're not allowed to make any decisions for themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~they're not allowed to live for themselves.  they're only allowed to live for their  Dominant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~it's wrong to to want to live for someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~it's wrong to let someone make decisions for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  can i describe my greatest obstacle to finding a dominant partner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~my rebelliousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~my hatred of authority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~being a smart-ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~my cynicism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~i have a hard time caring and nurturing for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  what assets do i think i bring to such a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~i'm very loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~my sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~i'm caring and nurturing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~my desire to please others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~i'm a good listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well, i guess that's it for now.  i'll add to these lists as more things come to me, and the more i learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113311441111163994?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113310776096239678</id><published>2005-11-27T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T08:53:09.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first assignment in "becoming a slave"  --1st question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jeez, a lot of questions; a lot of soul searching.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. what was my first contact with the idea of slavery? a book?  a movie?  a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i think every 'relationship' i've had has had some element of kink to it.  i've always liked rough sex, and i've always been attracted to bondage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when i found out that there were other people attracted to the same thing?  when i was with steve.  that was in '98.  i went online and started surfing bdsm sites.  i was a regular in the msn bdsm chat rooms for awhile.  the nick 'crystalamber' came naturally, and it just seemed right for my bdsm identity.  i found castle realm during that time.  i think someone in a chat room referred me to it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  how did i feel about it then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was fascinating.  i wanted to, and did, experiement with steve.  we scened a lot.  i even tried a M/s dynamic with him.  it didn't work, and our friends thought it was sick. (i think they felt more sorry for me than anything.)  he was such a control and power freak...his interpretation of it was different than mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i loved the feeling of being owned by someone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  how do i feel about it now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm trying to figure out the difference between fantasy and reality.  just within the  past year, my feelings have changed radically.  i don't even remember how i found out about alt.com, but i put up a profile and started chatting there.  at first, i wanted a Master to change my life for me.  but, talking to people on alt, i realized that wasn't realistic~that i needed to change my life.  so, i backed off from alt for a few months.  and, started figuring out what i wanted.  not just from bdsm, but my whole life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm just now exploring what i like and what i don't.  i've scened with J and b a few times and it was fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  why do i find it attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the thought of someone else having  control is a huge turn-on for me.  the thought of being owned is a real turn-on.  i find it attractive because i want to be held by someone and not worry about responsibilities or worries.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don't want to stand alone, anymore.  i want to have someone to lean on.  this past year, i've realized that i don't like doing everything myself.  i don't know, i can't articulate quite what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i want to be on my knees and look up at someone and say, yes Sir, your will is my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;heh, realizing what i said; i find that kind of ironic because AA teaches pretty much that, and i hate AA.  i think, though, the difference is that AA teaches to give your will over to an abstract.  someone you can't see, can't touch, can't hear.  i suppose some would argue with me about the not hearing part.  i've never heard him, at any rate.  but, having a Master....  someone is right in front of you, caring for you, listening to you, disciplining you if need be, guiding your life.  that concept is something i can very much grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  why am i reading this book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;J reccommended this book to me.  it's too bad it's not out in stores, yet.  i'm worried about ruining his copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.  why do i want to be a slave?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don't know quite yet if i want to be a slave, or just a submissive.  as i understand it, slaves give up pretty much everything....   i'm just not at that place, yet.  i'm just now starting to reclaim my life.  i don't want to give it up, again.  it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i could use a guiding hand, true.  but, i don't want to give up all my choices just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113310776096239678?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113310688521666870</id><published>2005-11-27T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T09:21:14.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vulnerability?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thought that humiliation was something i've been starting to crave. but, talking to J and b last night, i realized that humiliation is the wrong word. however, i'm not sure what is the right word. i started to think that being vulnerable to someone else is closer to what i mean. i have spent my whole adult life resisting being vulnerable, to anyone, because it didn't feel safe. yet, being in cuffs and being flogged feels safe to me. of course, making sure you feel safe with the person outside of a scene is important.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've been doing a lot of learning and growing just in the last week. it feels good to move foward with my life. i've been stuck for so long; it's a relief.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have decided that J and b, although wonderful friends, are not what i'm looking for in a deeper relationship. i'm grateful and honored that they want to be friends. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i might as well say it straight out....J told me he is not a very sexual person. and, that's fine; i don't want to change him, or anything. but, one thing i learned from my relationship with david, i would like more affection and sex than once a week, or whatever. i'm a very sexual creature. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i do think that J and b have much to teach me, and i can learn a great deal from them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what i've learned so far has been incredible. i've learned to be more comfortabe with me, my body, who i am as a person. i can believe i'm a good person, now. and, my past is not all there is to me. and, that, having wants and needs is ok. i'm still struggling with vocalizing my wants and desires, but i am getting more comfortable with having them, and it being ok TO have them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am having thoughts of calling steve several times a day. blech i want to call him to say, "neener neener neener, i have new friends. who give me what you tried to." i know that it would be stupid, that it would only cause a fight, or worse. so, i deal with each impulse as it comes up...i kind of wait them out until they subside. and, they do; but, they always come back!!! damnit!... oh well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am starting to crave being submissive. i don't know if it's the fantasy or the reality that i crave. maybe both. putting myself in someone else's hands is very appealing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113307000080440364</id><published>2005-11-26T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T07:55:54.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sub frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was reading an article on the albany power exchange website about sub frenzy. it got me thinking about steve (and, i lowercase his name on purpose) (finding myself wanting to steve-bash.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyhoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what doesn't make me think about steve these days???????????? my therapist called him 'my favorite trigger'. and, she's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but, back to the point.....hello, stay focused here.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;reading this article gave me some insight, i think, into my "obssession" with him. it's a strange mix of obssession and compulsion. steve was the first guy that i ever 'officially' scened with. he was the first one i 'officially' ever tried a D/s dynamic. it was doomed even from the beginning. we (as in me and steve), are just not meant to have ANY kind of relationship. and, i say that as if it's a recent thing. it's been over for six years, for crying out loud. he's been married for almost 2 years!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;why is it that i can't get this boy out of my head???????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sub frenzy......i think...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he was the first one to show me these kinds of feelings. he's like a drug in my system. i stay away, from him and his friends (who used to be my friends too!!!!). i stay away and stay away. and tell myself i'm moving on, but really i'm not. thoughts of him start circling around in my brain, but they don't go away. as much as i try to make them go away. the thoughts get worse, the compulsion starts. i feel compelled to see him. i fight it for a few days, but ultimately, i give in, and go down to his building. his (my!!!) friends live in the same building. so, i go see them. hoping that i'll see him. if we see each other, usually there's a little/or a big, tiff between us. i gave that man? so much power over me. i get mad, storm away, and swear not to ever see him again. until the next time the obssession/compulsion gets out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this last time around?? he called my house fifteen minutes after i had gotten home, from his place, no less! i miss the call and the machine got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;why i called him back?????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was hoping for a recoincillation(sp). that is the plain truth of it. i was hoping he would tell me that he was sorry for everything, and could we be friends. ugh blech i called him back surging with hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what actually transpired made me realize what a retard i was being about the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he had called me to bitch and bitch and bitch and whine and cry. the situation is too ludicrous to type out. i realized something while listening to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i did not want to fight with him any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the situation was stupid, and didn't merit/warrant/whatever, an arguement. i let my buttons get pushed, i know it, but i also knew the song and dance that comes when that happens. and, i didn't want to do it. period. so, i told him whatever, and hung up on him. YAY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that was three weeks ago, i think. the next weekend, i went to a slosh. there i met J and b, and i got invited to T/their play party the next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and, the rest they say is history......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113307000080440364?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113307000080440364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113307000080440364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113307000080440364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113307000080440364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/11/sub-frenzy.html' title='sub frenzy'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335689.post-113303198939638772</id><published>2005-11-26T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T07:55:24.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well, this is it. i've really started on this road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i looove being flogged, and i like wax play. but, that does not a submissive make. it feels kind of weird to voluntarily put someone else in control. when i've spent my adult life rebelling against authority. but, are those terms the same? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the webster dictionary definition of control --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a : to exercise restraining or directing influence over&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the definition of authority --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 c :&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; an individual cited or appealed to as an expert~~&lt;/span&gt;2 a : &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;power to influence or command thought, opinion, or behavior&lt;/span&gt; ~~3 a : &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;persons in command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;4 b : &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;convincing force&lt;/span&gt; &lt;lent&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the definition of power --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 a (1) : ability to act or produce an effect&lt;/span&gt; ~~&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;b : legal or official authority, capacity, or right~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 a : possession of control, authority, or influence over others&lt;/span&gt; ~~&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a : physical might&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as a side note, it's so weird that technology has grown to the point that an actual dictionary is not needed. you just have to go online to look things up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;back to the point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmmm....i think i'm going to have to contemplate these terms and definitions for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335689-113303198939638772?l=myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/feeds/113303198939638772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335689&amp;postID=113303198939638772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113303198939638772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335689/posts/default/113303198939638772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneyasasubmissive.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-post.html' title='first post'/><author><name>stormy faerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10785704857224080944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
