Monday, July 28, 2014

Such a disappointment



There was a discussion on Fet in the M/s group about what to wear during a scene. It was started by a young master and it isn't a bad question. In fact it is a perfectly logical question when you are new. What was disappointing was that it was page two before anyone brought up leather chaps sans anything else.
What is the world coming to?
Doesn't anyone dress anymore?
Sighs at this rate "that guy" will be dying breed...

Sunday, July 27, 2014

You got a friend



There is a big hullabaloo going on over at Fet at the moment. Isn't there always you may be thinking? Well this one is interesting. The cause of all the stink is an alleged catfish (a person who fabricates an online persona to dupe people into relationships) who became ill. The in hospital fighting a life threatening illness isn't the cause of the stink... well it is to some degree. No what is really causing the stink is that a friend did the decent thing and raised funds for this person, who may or may not exist.

Now ethical issues aside one of the big things to come from all of this ongoing shemozzle is don't give money to strangers on the net, however well you may think you know them or for how long. The general feeling is that online it is too easy to fake this shit.
And confirm people are who they say they are...
The list goes on and all one can think is yeah this shit is not that simple...

Many years ago when one was a mad young thing living in Sydney, one ended up working for a husband and wife combo who were running a restaurant.  The whole team got along famously, in fact one ended up living with a couple of them for some time. They arranged one's wedding to the girlfriend of the time, in fact the husband gave one away... but one does digress and that is a tale for another time.

During this period the husband came out as gay and gay politics being what they are, we got him in their eventual divorce. It was a mad drug and alcohol fuelled time where we all partied like crazy, hell one was nineteen/ twenty and living far, far away from family... as far as one could get in fact. While one was off out on the town for a few days the husband moved into one's room and very neatly got one out of the flat. His excuse was that it was all a misunderstanding and that he assumed as one had married the girlfriend that one was moving out. Of course the reality was that one had no intention of living with the wife all the time.
Hello party girl, why would one want to move into the National Park where she lived, miles from lights? But again, a story for another time...

At the time one thought nothing of it, well a mild sense of annoyance and one drifted away from that group. Life in Sydney being what it was everyone moved in circles, sometime they overlapped often time they didn't. Eventually one left the country for some time, before moving back to live in Brisbane. The world is a small place though and out one night with the partner of the time one ran into the husband at a party. It was all very surreal and gay... lots of kissing and pretending that nothing had happened as we caught up.

It was late in the evening when he mentioned, almost casually, that he was dying of aids.
To this day one can still see those brown eyes radiating truth and honesty and complete sincerity, as he shared that profoundly intimate detail of his life.
The night wore on and there were the usual promises to stay in touch, which of course one didn't do. If one was good at that sort of shit then one would be a different person and frankly, fuck with one once is all the chance you are going to get.

Anyway six months or so down the track one ran into a mutual acquaintance of both oneself and the husband. What a merry tale they turned out to have...
Apparently he took people for a lot of money, support, free rent, gifts and whatnot. It seems that he was faking the whole dying thing... and the aids and probably a lot more besides. There was a part of one that wasn't the least bit surprised. After that whole flat misunderstanding thing one was more than a little cynical about the man.

But the moral of this story is don't be thinking that meeting people in real time is going to save you, neither is camming, nor skyping, nor any other form of confirmation. Cons will always find a way. They are highly specialised group of predators and they are good at what they do... well the successful ones are at any rate.
If you want to give money to people do so, but don't do it thinking that they owe you anything, be it friendship, loyalty, honesty or truth in return. That thinking will lead to a great deal of disappointment.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Zero...



Is the chance that His perfect world will come to fruition. See one of us still has another shift to do tonight, as one of us languishes at home officially on holidays, and guess who isn't happy with that? Of course logic along the lines of well one of us starts the week a little earlier than the other is falling upon petulant ears. That is why His greatest wish is that he can send his slave to work his job.
You can almost imagine it can't you...
Oh I'm sorry, I don't feel like going to work, I'll send my slave...
Sighs see what protects one small slave in the workforce is not the unions, but societal standards... bless you vanillas :D

Friday, July 25, 2014

One...



Is the only voice that counts it would seem. The revised holiday plans look something more like this; sex, sex, more sex, maybe a little gaming...
Oh and whatever needs to actually be done...
Things off one small slave's list mostly...
If there is any time left
Sighs anyone would think He doesn't want to tackle the hall cupboard...

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Two...



He looked at the list of things that needed to be done during the holidays and said you've missed a couple of things.
What might those be?
Sex and games He responded, quick as a wink
Um yes, but these other things need to be done
So do the things on my list He replied
Sighs this is what they call an impasse isn't it... no good is going to come of this

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Three...



More...
Days...
Until holidays.
Mind you by the time one has done all those jobs that have been put off; kit furniture for His mother, jeans that need hemming, blood tests, doctors appointments, the filing in the study shudders, the hall cupboard, taxes and, and, and... It will be a pleasure to get back to work.
Sighs its very tempting to go run away for a few days