IMAGE OF THE DAY: LEATHER CIRCA 2014
Monday, May 20, 2024
ZERO'S ABC TRAINING
Friday, May 17, 2024
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
THE BATTLE STILL RAGES
I had this post in the queue since January. I debated posting this because, well, who wants to be vulnerable? I feel like the pressure is more intense for a Dom because the image portrayed is that the DOM is always in control. No one knows what he’s really feeling because it is not cool to open up. Especially, never show your weakness in front of a sub. How would you ever gain his respect? I battled all this and came to the conclusion that this journal is to let the world know that I don’t always have my shit together nor do I have to. Also anyone who loses respect for me for showing that I am human is not worthy of my time anyway.
To all novice Tops, Daddies, Masters etc. It is okay not to have your shit together. You will constantly wonder how you “measure up” or feel like you could never measure up with all these perfect superior “Alphas” because all you see is what they will allow. Yes I battled whether I was going to keep it real or not. But I’m glad I did. Hopefully this will help others dealing with similar issues.
It’s twelve twelve in the midnight morning. I have 48 minutes to contemplate going to Burger King and getting a chicken sandwich.
I’m not even hungry. My mouth is salivating for a fucking chicken sandwich that I desperately want but will be totally stuffed if I eat it. So why do I want it?
Maybe it’s depression. Maybe it’s boredom. Maybe I’m what is known as an emotional eater. I just know that food has sometimes been my friend and my worst enemy. I am at my highest weight in my life right now, I feel so out of control. It has been months since I’ve picked up my camera and shot self portraits.
That is something I used to do when I felt sexy enough to post thotty thirst traps online. I am not even going to deny being a big attention whore when the mood is right. But as of late my main focus has been to be as low key as possible.
We are told to love ourselves and “body positivity” this and “body positivity” that, which is utter bullshit because at the end of the day all that ever floods my social media feeds are skinny or majorly buff White guys screaming “body positivity.” I say fuck body positivity! I don’t love what I’ve become because it is not natural for me.
And no. This attitude has nothing to do with the false narrative of “loving yourself” regardless of social media explicitly ignoring races and body types that look like me. (shame on you, you know who you are.)
No. It has to do with me getting out of this funk I’ve gotten into over the last few years.
Before my injury I could walk long walks, jog, and exercise. Staying fit was much easier but now I have been limited to what I can do.
I lost 30 fucking pounds in 2020. After I had my surgery for my hernia I discovered that they did not properly fix it. Those sons of bitches told me I have to have surgery again. I literally cried like a baby. I also decided not to let them touch me with a ten foot pole ever again.
During 2021 I just fucking ate myself to oblivion. The 30 pounds I lost in 2020? I gained 40 in 2021.
And here I am. I can’t say I’m feeling sorry for myself. But I did get very angry and adopted an “I don’t give a fuck. I’m going to eat what I fucking want when I fucking want it,” attitude.
Now I feel like shit. Now I look like shit.
I’m angry and I am tired of waiting to find a competent doctor to fix my hernia. If I could cut myself open and place the bulge back in my body and staple the tissue so that it’s not recurrent I would. But how realistic is that?
Needless to say I’m mad. I’m depressed at the situation. But I can’t eat myself to an early grave.
Friday, May 10, 2024
THE AGGRESSIVE ASIAN GUY
Wednesday, May 8, 2024
THE INTERROGAYTION
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
FREEBALLIN’
Saturday, May 4, 2024
A STABLE HAND’S PERSPECTIVE
Last night was fun y’all. I got to work as a Stable Hand. It was so cool watching all of the Stallions and Mares having a good time. We had one white hood that was hot as hell getting railed by plenty.
For those that are unfamiliar, Horse Market is an all male and male identifying sex event.
The group divides the Tops (called Stallions) from the Bottoms (called Mares) until it’s time for the party. The Mares are hooded and never see the Stallions. Mares with white hoods only get fucked (mounted) with condoms while those with a red hood was fair game for all. Check out my post, MY FIRST HORSE MARKET.
The moans, the screams of pleasure, and those rock hard stallions was a very hot environment to be in. I’m so glad I got to experience the other side of HM.
Working as a Stable Hand definitely has it’s benefits as it was a pleasure assisting the mares with their needs. They were more than appreciative.
Because the mares couldn’t see, the Stable Hands (assistants) were there eyes. Whenever they raised their hand for anything, we would help.
There were specific protocols how to properly guide the mares to the restroom or another location. Making sure the mares don't trip or run into anything, we were trained to stand the mares up, get in front of them with them behind us. They were to place their arms around our sloulders and move in as close to our backsides as possible. Then we were to inform them that we were going to reach behind and grab each butt cheek. A left hand squeeze to turn left and a right hand squeeze to turn right.
I definitely got thoroughly turned on moving the mares as I guided them with their bulges pressing into me while I grabbed their asses to lead them. ðŸ¤
Every stallion there was very helpful and considerate of the mares safety and boundaries.
We did get breaks in which we would take off our uniform and get to play either as a mare or a stallion.
I would definitely volunteer again as a Stable Hand. I really had a great time last night.
Tonight, Saturday, is The InterroGAYtion. It is a prison-themed sex party put on by the Stable Wrangler of the Horse Market. I will keep you posted.