Events

More Drunken Ramblings Of Too Much Honesty

I’m writing this on the subway going from a ‘nilla party to a lifestyle gathering. I’ve had a number of beers and I feel it would be better if I get this out of my system now so I don’t end up rambling about it among my lifestyle friends:

I had a late lunch with a new friend who asked me if starting this blog was just another way for me to meet a dominant woman or not. Itold her the truth.

If I were writing this blog to meet a Domme I would make it sound less desperate. I would go out of my way to sound smart, funny, confidentand charming. I know how my desperation kills any attraction someone may have for me. Thats why I always need to (try) put on an act when I’m aroundsomeone I’m attracted to. If I were honest about my thoughts and feelings I would come across as desperate because…well..I am.

If you knew someone that packed up and moved to a big strange city for the sole purpose of trying to find a Domme would you think of that as desperate? Maybe….ok probably.

Some move to New York to get their big break. I moved here to find someone to find me broken and put me back together.

Note: its lines like that that I’ll regret posting this in the morning.

I have heard plenty of stories from my dominant friends about how annoyed they get when some “old creep” approaches them at a party andis so desperate to be with them that they get weirded out.

I can’t say that I approve of the way they approach a dominant, but I can sure empathize. After all, that can easily be me in a few years(or months). Honestly I think that the biggest difference between me an those “old creeps” is that my fear of rejection prevents me fromsaying or doing anything that would make me come across as anything but a nice guy. Someday my desperation may very well overwhelm myfear of rejection and I’ll show just how desperate I am and I’ll be just another creep.

So, am I desperate?

Yes

I’m slowly learning to hide it better though and hopefully my over-eagerness will not come through. It’s still hard though.

When I meet someone I’m eager to play with I’ll send far too many emails or text messages, sometimes several a day…or hour. If I were smart I would just play the same game that get’s played in the vanilla world. If you appear as though you have options you increase your perceived value.

In the world of BDSM, openness and honesty are key…unless you want to actually play with someone then you better not tell them how you actually feel.

May wrote this post that gave me a lot to think about. Damn I wish I could put into practice even half of his words of wisdom. He’s the only submissive male I know of in a relationship. Does his wisdom and confidence happen to all sub-males when they find someone? I hope someday I’ll know the answer to that question.

I’ve learned to focus my search for a Domme in three ways.

1: To find the occasional play partner who I can please physically andhopefully explore the many things I have yet to try.

2: To find a Domme that enjoys service so that I may scratch my morespiritual submissive needs.

3: To find a Domme for something long term who will be able to replacenumbers 1 and 2.

Obviously #3 is my highest priority but hey I’m only human.

So I’ll end this rant with this:

Yes I’m desperate, yes I’m needy, yes I know these are qualities that are hurting me more than helping but I’m trying to learn how to cover them up.

Ok, this is my stop. Time to put on a happy and less jaded face.

Black Rose!!!

I’m very excited and a cautiously optimistic about this weekend.

A friend and I will be heading to DC to attend Black Rose. A big-ass BDSM hoop-de-doo.

Tons of classes, lectures and a massive dungeon in one hotel.

I’m cautiously optimistic because I’ve been to similar events and have found the experience to be…ok.

I’ve decided not to go with any expectations of meeting anyone for anything other than friendship.

Here’s my problem. I can’t play with just anyone.

Yeah, I wish I was a total man-whore who could be with anyone who called themselves a dominant, but for me there has to be something there even for casual play. Usually at these events I’ll get an offer from at least one person to play, with whom I’m not interested in at all. I thank them for the opportunity, say that I’m flattered but that I’ll have to pass.

I always feel bad doing that. I know it takes a lot of guts to tell someone you’d like to play with them only to get rejected. After all, I don’t have the guts to do it that’s why I never ask if I can play.

I do have a number of hopes though:

-I hope I meet some new and interesting people, coming away from the event feeling like I made some friends out of the trip.

-I hope to learn a thing or two at one of the events.

-I hope I don’t get a speeding ticket on the way there due to being extremely eager.

Oh yeah…

-I hope I meet a sadist who can at least come close to pushing me.

A boy can dream can’t he?

Now I need to decide between the black t-shirt with leather pants, or the latex t-shirt with black jeans.

Any help?