All right all you cross-dressing, foot-fetish, Domme-diggin' men who want to make Us happy. Remember my little challenge from earlier this month? If your sorry tail hasn't done anything yet. . . and I sure do have a sneaking suspicion it hasn't. . . perhaps you should check out this link:
http://walkamileinhershoes.org/
Should you take up this challenge, please send me pictures. I want to see you in your Size 15 and above heels, stopping rape and sexual abuse! If you are a man reading this--especially if you call yourself a submissive man and you're reading this--if you take part in this event, I would greatly appreciate any pictures or an update that you may have. If you're a submissive and you aren't participating, or if you're a male follower and you're not participating, know this--you have displeased me greatly, and I would appreciate it if you would stop following a blog by a woman who wouldn't have your ass anyway, not even to flog it. Up for it? PROVE IT!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
For Foot and Shoe Lovers
I found the following links via Ayesha's blog, and I'm thanking her for directing me to these delightful resources. As soon as I'm up to it, I'll wrangle with the code to add them on my sidebar as permanent links. For now, Dear Readers, feel free to click it while it's here.
http://www.highheelshoemuseum.com/
http://www.fluevog.com/ -- I have always absolutely adored these shoes! Funny and cute and rather sturdy-looking, but for now financially out of reach.
http://www.exotichighheels.com/ -- Because you deserve some shopping pleasure
http://shoetube.tv -- Hmmmmmmmmmmm. . . having a bit of trouble with this one, may have to update the link later.
Please also enjoy the 2 video links, one from Mistsress DiDi, Domme Extraordinaire, and a more vanilla version from Legwork. The opening is HILARIOUS by the way, and heavens do I see it all the time.
http://www.highheelshoemuseum.com/
http://www.fluevog.com/ -- I have always absolutely adored these shoes! Funny and cute and rather sturdy-looking, but for now financially out of reach.
http://www.exotichighheels.com/ -- Because you deserve some shopping pleasure
http://shoetube.tv -- Hmmmmmmmmmmm. . . having a bit of trouble with this one, may have to update the link later.
Please also enjoy the 2 video links, one from Mistsress DiDi, Domme Extraordinaire, and a more vanilla version from Legwork. The opening is HILARIOUS by the way, and heavens do I see it all the time.
The DIVINE Mistress DiDi
Legwork--and their hilarious opening segment!
Friday, May 20, 2011
Interesting News Report
This evening, while watching the Nightly News on my local NBC station, I was fortunate enough to catch this broadcast in their "Making a Difference" campaign. I later went out and did a basic Google search for the Kibera School for Girls, where I found this.
So what does this have to do with D/s? Well, probably not much. What does it have to do with Women, and female empowerment? EVERYTHING. This school was started by a man and a woman. Kibera is a slum area in Nairobi, Kenya, that is densely populated and extremely poor, with a high rate of infant and childhood mortality, and a high HIV rate. Kibera School for Girls is the genius brainchild of Kenneth Odede, who is himself a native of this region. Yes, you read that correctly, a school for girls, which was founded by a man. He didn't go it alone, though. He had help through his friend, Jessica Possner.
Many people who read, comment, occasionally follow, or are simply interested in gender and especially women's issues have gotten to know that I sometimes become quite vitriolic and acerbic when it comes to discussions of gender and what "they" feel or think being a woman is all about. To these readers (and you bloody well know who you are, I'm not about to lower myself to calling out by name) I hope you will click the links above, read the articles, and possibly even donate to this wonderful school and help these future women.
So what does this have to do with D/s? Well, probably not much. What does it have to do with Women, and female empowerment? EVERYTHING. This school was started by a man and a woman. Kibera is a slum area in Nairobi, Kenya, that is densely populated and extremely poor, with a high rate of infant and childhood mortality, and a high HIV rate. Kibera School for Girls is the genius brainchild of Kenneth Odede, who is himself a native of this region. Yes, you read that correctly, a school for girls, which was founded by a man. He didn't go it alone, though. He had help through his friend, Jessica Possner.
Many people who read, comment, occasionally follow, or are simply interested in gender and especially women's issues have gotten to know that I sometimes become quite vitriolic and acerbic when it comes to discussions of gender and what "they" feel or think being a woman is all about. To these readers (and you bloody well know who you are, I'm not about to lower myself to calling out by name) I hope you will click the links above, read the articles, and possibly even donate to this wonderful school and help these future women.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
A Brief Update
Just prior to the announcement of the AWOL status, I had written a post in regard to rape, forced Dominance via sexual violence, and a call-out to do something about it. Here's part of my personal dilemma, if you will.
Yesterday was a rather nice day. I have some work responsibilities to take care of, and will quite possibly be employed for a majority of the summer. I am not complaining because as long as my paycheck doesn't bounce, I'm cool with any extra duties I may incur. I like dressing in cool, flowing things for summer because it gets hot in my library, so the extra cotton and shorter lengths are quite nice. I had gone downtown to a small funky boutique I have driven past often but never been in. It began to rain hard, and cool down dramatically.
She was standing outside, holding a battered umbrella. Though her clothes were relatively clean, she was wearing sandals, and only had vision from one eye, the other milky with a cataract. Her glasses were torn all to hell too. "Excuse me, ma'am," she said, "I need me a bus ticket. I ain't got no money. I gotta get home. I need me a bus ticket. Ticket-man says I need forty-fi' dollahs. I need me a bus ticket. You got any money?"
"Sister, I'm coming right back. Money's in my car."
I knew she was thinking, "Bullshit, bitch, you just walked out of a shop." I only pay for my stuff using my debit card when I shop. It's easier for me to track purchases via my bank's web site than to futz about with receipts. It also keeps my wallet lean n' clean, and my handbag is much, much lighter that way.
So I came back around the corner, gave her the five I found in my car, and all the coins in my cup-holder. She was having trouble holding onto it all. "Thank you," she said.
"I'm always willing to help a Sister in need. You have a bless'd day."
"God bless you, baby girl," she said with a gappy smile. "Oh, honey, you better get out of this rain. And don't hang out down here by this bus station. This here's a rough neighborhood. They don't bother me 'cause I'm old. They'll bother you, though, and I don't want nothin' to happen to ye. God bless ye baby."
This is especially for those submissives who think they can coast on the good will and good fortune of their Dominant, whether male or female. Somewhere, someone had to save you, whether just a friend, your Dom/me, or someone else close to you. Before you get all complacent and think you're off the hook for the next couple months, here's my request: help someone. More specifically, help someone besides your damn self. Look, Sisters and Brothers (or should it be Bothers, ha-ha) we're all trapped on this planet together. Basic kindness to other humans, no matter how sub- they may be, knows no boundaries--not race, not politics, not gender, not socio-economics or any of that other stuff the media keeps flinging at us like it matters. So here's my challenge---help someone.
Yesterday was a rather nice day. I have some work responsibilities to take care of, and will quite possibly be employed for a majority of the summer. I am not complaining because as long as my paycheck doesn't bounce, I'm cool with any extra duties I may incur. I like dressing in cool, flowing things for summer because it gets hot in my library, so the extra cotton and shorter lengths are quite nice. I had gone downtown to a small funky boutique I have driven past often but never been in. It began to rain hard, and cool down dramatically.
She was standing outside, holding a battered umbrella. Though her clothes were relatively clean, she was wearing sandals, and only had vision from one eye, the other milky with a cataract. Her glasses were torn all to hell too. "Excuse me, ma'am," she said, "I need me a bus ticket. I ain't got no money. I gotta get home. I need me a bus ticket. Ticket-man says I need forty-fi' dollahs. I need me a bus ticket. You got any money?"
"Sister, I'm coming right back. Money's in my car."
I knew she was thinking, "Bullshit, bitch, you just walked out of a shop." I only pay for my stuff using my debit card when I shop. It's easier for me to track purchases via my bank's web site than to futz about with receipts. It also keeps my wallet lean n' clean, and my handbag is much, much lighter that way.
So I came back around the corner, gave her the five I found in my car, and all the coins in my cup-holder. She was having trouble holding onto it all. "Thank you," she said.
"I'm always willing to help a Sister in need. You have a bless'd day."
"God bless you, baby girl," she said with a gappy smile. "Oh, honey, you better get out of this rain. And don't hang out down here by this bus station. This here's a rough neighborhood. They don't bother me 'cause I'm old. They'll bother you, though, and I don't want nothin' to happen to ye. God bless ye baby."
This is especially for those submissives who think they can coast on the good will and good fortune of their Dominant, whether male or female. Somewhere, someone had to save you, whether just a friend, your Dom/me, or someone else close to you. Before you get all complacent and think you're off the hook for the next couple months, here's my request: help someone. More specifically, help someone besides your damn self. Look, Sisters and Brothers (or should it be Bothers, ha-ha) we're all trapped on this planet together. Basic kindness to other humans, no matter how sub- they may be, knows no boundaries--not race, not politics, not gender, not socio-economics or any of that other stuff the media keeps flinging at us like it matters. So here's my challenge---help someone.
Away for a Bit
Readers,
I am sorry to do this to you. Due to some personal stuff I need to work out, this blog will be updated rather sporadically. Thank you, new followers, I appreciate your readership and I will try to update as soon as possible.
I am sorry to do this to you. Due to some personal stuff I need to work out, this blog will be updated rather sporadically. Thank you, new followers, I appreciate your readership and I will try to update as soon as possible.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Really Down with D/s? PROVE IT
Gentle Reader,
The Domme.brarian got completely good and pissed off earlier today. She's not apologizing because she knows she's right, and she'll be the first to admit when she's wrong. But The Domme.brarian's boy jay has brought up some very good points today, and she concurs wholeheartedly. She also is sending out a challenge. The challenge is more directed toward submissive men than women, but if the women would like to participate, they certainly may.
When The Domme.brarian was in college, she started out as a psych major. One of the courses required of all psych majors was to work an 800 hotline, mostly for suicide prevention and deep states of depression. I saved a few people, I helped even more, and I heard lots of testimony from. . . rape victims and other assault victims. The stories were heart-breaking. One of those victims was a sorority sister. As someone who had also felt the cruelty of sexual assault, I could definitely relate.
All right, submissive men, here's my challenge to you: I am requesting that you commit to some volunteer work during the month of May, either for battered women or for rape victims. If you truly wish to serve--if you truly want to prove your worthiness to women--if you care about females at all--please donate your time and your ears and your hearts to helping heal a victim of sexual, physical, mental, or emotional assault. Don't throw money at it, don't turn your head and act like it's not there, don't be a silly little boy and think that if you ignore it, it will go away, don't provide lip service on your fucking blogs and twitter feeds and cute n' adorable little chat rooms. You'll serve your time and help us. Otherwise, maybe you really don't have anything to say to me.
The Domme.brarian got completely good and pissed off earlier today. She's not apologizing because she knows she's right, and she'll be the first to admit when she's wrong. But The Domme.brarian's boy jay has brought up some very good points today, and she concurs wholeheartedly. She also is sending out a challenge. The challenge is more directed toward submissive men than women, but if the women would like to participate, they certainly may.
When The Domme.brarian was in college, she started out as a psych major. One of the courses required of all psych majors was to work an 800 hotline, mostly for suicide prevention and deep states of depression. I saved a few people, I helped even more, and I heard lots of testimony from. . . rape victims and other assault victims. The stories were heart-breaking. One of those victims was a sorority sister. As someone who had also felt the cruelty of sexual assault, I could definitely relate.
All right, submissive men, here's my challenge to you: I am requesting that you commit to some volunteer work during the month of May, either for battered women or for rape victims. If you truly wish to serve--if you truly want to prove your worthiness to women--if you care about females at all--please donate your time and your ears and your hearts to helping heal a victim of sexual, physical, mental, or emotional assault. Don't throw money at it, don't turn your head and act like it's not there, don't be a silly little boy and think that if you ignore it, it will go away, don't provide lip service on your fucking blogs and twitter feeds and cute n' adorable little chat rooms. You'll serve your time and help us. Otherwise, maybe you really don't have anything to say to me.
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