tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58897192011-11-12T13:50:34.425-08:00Postmodern LoveThis weblog contains adult material. By viewing it, you agree that it is legal for you at your age and in your present location to view such content, and that you view any adult content by your own consent. If you are under 18 and are looking for a sexuality information website that won't talk down to you, try www.scarleteen.com Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1093292165563900262004-08-23T10:55:00.000-07:002004-08-23T13:19:18.793-07:00Home in the cabin again. I have only gotten so depressed that it scared me once since I got home, yesterday for a few hours. I needed to get out of the house, I had been indoors unpacking all day since it was rainy. After doing laundry, taking a shower, and eating pizza I felt much better. Again I am truly surprized at how much I enjoy all this isolation in the woods. After seeing D I was sure I Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1092800757928635472004-08-17T20:17:00.000-07:002004-08-17T20:57:30.173-07:00"You're very plucky," says my mother, when I tell her I am visiting D. When I tell her I needed to come pick up the last of my things. When I tell her I came to talk with him and say everything that needs to be said. "It's hard," says my mother, who is the source of many of my dilemmas about love relationships in my own life, "its hard because you don't want to say anything that leaves anyone Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1092592419218769072004-08-15T10:05:00.000-07:002004-08-15T17:52:14.900-07:00I am now writing from the little shacky house I used to live in, the one in the dunes. My road trip and visits with family and friends have been extremely special, loaded with significance. Now I am visiting with D, which is about as loaded as anything can be. I'll tell about that sometime soon, but first the road trip....
After leaving my divinely sexy visit with s. I drove to the next city on Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1091325829373012352004-07-31T17:27:00.000-07:002004-07-31T19:03:49.373-07:00Well, it has been the most eventful month Ive had in a long long while. Years really. On july 1 I left my former home in a shack in the dunes of my beautiful, remote, isolated, provincial hippie town. I left my partner of 5 years there, and drove north, my pick up truck loaded to capacity with all my worldly posessions. (I got rid of what ever I could, the cabin I am moving to is so small and Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1087190891774989282004-06-13T20:45:00.000-07:002004-06-13T23:09:03.883-07:00What's the latest?
1. Went to sex party
2. Met with M/f couple in bdsm relationship at party
3. Spanked girl publicly at party, co-dominating her with her partner. Being exceptionally smart and interesting people, their style together was unique and sexy... It was nice to see an established Master/slave relationship between people I can actually like and respect.
4. Spent the night at k.'s Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1082001924573269782004-04-14T21:05:00.000-07:002004-04-14T21:09:21.936-07:00A NEW POST FOR ONCE!!!
Dearest readers... Alas I have been sooo busy lately I have all but dropped my entire internet-based existance. My job increased from about 25 hours a week to 40+ and I have had a lot to do to prepare for my move to my rustic cabin in the woods in june. I do plan to have internet there, via a solar laptop battery charger and a phone line. I expect e-life will resume Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1076233556787589372004-02-08T01:59:00.000-08:002004-02-09T10:26:39.950-08:00Why do I like to dominate?
It is something I wonder about often, usually with a misty-eyed sentimentality. At any given moment you might find me dreamily pondering the various beauties of the sub/Domme relationship and the truths about humanity, and maybe even about the nature of reality, that it reveals. Tonight, after drinking a saccharine glass of coconut flavored rum, I make a more cynicalZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1075659914919438902004-02-01T10:25:00.000-08:002004-02-01T10:27:31.140-08:00Who reads this?
Well, I've had this weblog going for a few months now. I'm wondering how many regular readers it has... as opposed to random hits from google searches for "chastity induced lactation" or "BDSM slavery training" and all the other keywords that get people to this site. This is my shameless invitation for attention. Say hi to me, leave a note below.Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1075361580266767592004-01-29T00:06:00.000-08:002004-01-29T00:06:43.153-08:00It has been awhile since my last post, in part because I am selling my computer to someone whom I know from my job, and I had to erase the hard drive with this program that over-writes it with scribbles seven times in order to make the thing safe to sell. In my first attempt to neutralize the personal sexual information on my computer, which includes photos of me, filthy stories I wrote, and my Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1073591234463692692004-01-08T11:47:00.000-08:002004-01-08T11:53:25.643-08:00New levels possible
Reality has been a bit slow these last few weeks, in terms of sexuality, but fantasy has been going just fine. I managed to have sex twice with my partner, D., early in our trip to the cabin, and I managed to enjoy it. That was a few weeks ago now. I always am lost in a bdsm fantasy during vanilla sex with him, usually concerning my favorite Asian secretary. He doesn't Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1073248821527551502004-01-04T13:40:00.000-08:002004-01-04T13:40:21.580-08:00Confieso Que He Vivido
Reading the memoirs of Pablo Neruda by candle light at night in my cabin inspired me to write this type of sexual memoir. Except mine is a memoir still in the making. Someday, if I am fortunate enough, I may write the rest as an old woman.
I have just returned from my two-week long stay at my cabin. The cabin is a long-time dream of mine, finding a beautiful place to Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1072491478597460142003-12-26T18:17:00.000-08:002003-12-26T18:18:51.290-08:00Dear readers,
I am away for the holidays untill January 2. Happily, I'm in a place without electricity and without computers or internet. With the sensuality of candlelit nights and food cooked over a wood stove, not to mention waking up in the middle of the night to go outside and pee in the rain with water running down my back, and days spent without any sound or distraction, my sexuality isZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1071250340940904232003-12-12T09:32:00.000-08:002003-12-12T10:03:09.853-08:00Obliterating thing
This is an excerpt from a letter to a beautiful girl.
I, too, want to explore my sexuality to its deepest levels without concern for taboo. This means a whole range of things, from deep levels of submission to extreme levels of domination, including slave-ownership, long-term body modification, forced chastity, etc.
I have been more of a role-play Domme than a 24/7 Domme,Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1070993279471790422003-12-09T11:20:00.000-08:002003-12-09T11:20:09.146-08:00sad songs
I spent the night at M's house for the first time in several weeks on Sunday night. I had been going home after dominating him, because at first I was staying overnight and it lead to a lot of really sweet cuddling which cultivated a lot of fondness and we both knew would lead to falling in love in no time. Not spending the night was an effort to pre-empt getting hurt. Knowing me, Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1070415073760145412003-12-02T17:31:00.000-08:002003-12-02T20:01:05.456-08:00Well, lots has been going on in my sex life I haven't been writing about. How could I begin to capture it all now?
I have been dominating my beautiful boy M. A few times a week for the last month and a half now. Using a knot called "open leg crab" from the Japanese Rope Bondage book, I tie his wrists to his ankles with his legs spread open. His fore-arms are bound to his calves, and his Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1068788915315080452003-11-13T21:48:00.000-08:002003-11-13T21:48:40.340-08:00I just got a Japanese Rope Bondage book today and saw a lovely picture of a girl bound to a bamboo pole. In the illustration, she is on her knees with her head down and her wrists and ankles were bound to the pole, her knees spread wide apart, her ass in the air.
I immediately conjured up a fantasy of two boys bound this way, to the same pole, side by side with fingertips touching as I Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1067975748248893102003-11-04T11:55:00.000-08:002003-11-04T11:55:50.793-08:00Erotic Circus
I attended Sugar Shakers Church Of Sin erotic circus this weekend. The local circus club at our little state college proved to be not only skilled comedians, acrobats, and jugglers, but to have remarkably cute bodies, especially when clad in hot pants, corsets, and catholic school girl uniforms. Let me tell you, it was a breath of fresh air in our small isolated town to have suchZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1067712988606925762003-11-01T10:56:00.000-08:002003-11-01T10:56:30.296-08:00I guess gayboy and I are calling it quits. I have mixed feelings about this. There is so much I like about him, but it started feeling too intense for me and I couldn't quite bounce back from that feeling. I feel akward about it right now, however, it seems to be wrapping itself up in a simple, civil way. We both have full lives and a great primary partner, so maybe that's helping keep it lowZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1066880078480977122003-10-22T20:34:00.000-07:002003-10-22T20:34:38.360-07:00Elliot smith killed himself, knife to the heart. I am unexpectedly emotional, celebrity suicides not usually moving me, war not even moving me as much as it should. I had two beers and a smoke, listening to his music while contemplating his art and death, feeling poetic but not writing anything grand, journal laid open on my lap sitting by the speakers, ashtray on the floor beside me. After Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1066711620586796202003-10-20T21:47:00.000-07:002003-10-21T02:05:02.973-07:00How I masturbate
My traditional masturbation fantasies have taken on new variations. I've been stuck on this secretary theme for maybe two years now. At some point I realized I was the man in the fantasy, only becoming the woman in the last seconds before orgasm. The secretary is usually female, usually Asian, I am rather embarrassed to say. As what people would consider a left wing radical,Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1066028451375244762003-10-13T00:00:00.000-07:002003-10-13T00:00:51.560-07:00There's a survey/study of bi and poly people here. Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1065984249732454182003-10-12T11:44:00.000-07:002003-10-13T00:20:56.403-07:00What I love about anal sex: interview 1
This is an interview with a 25 year old cross-dresser in the UK I chat with sometimes. He looks exceptionally beautiful in a bustier and crotchless panties, what with his delicate figure, long legs, and shaved-smooth body. This is a slightly edited cut and paste from our chat.
so, why do you like things in your ass, sissy boy?
or arse, as the case Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1065670039179559122003-10-08T20:27:00.000-07:002003-10-10T22:50:58.256-07:00Gayboy and I went to our enclave high in the dunes again today. My partner was shocked when I set the alarm for 6 AM the second week in a row, and I was surprised to see how the world looked at dawn.
I met him at the specified location near his apartment, we got coffee and my lunch, and then we headed through a primordial swamp and forest into the high dunes. My car still had the beach Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1065501281911144272003-10-06T21:34:00.000-07:002003-10-06T21:42:07.486-07:00My gay boy has a new blog of the erotic variety. Not much in it yet, but if I have anything to do with it there will be. Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1065417610241393732003-10-05T22:20:00.000-07:002003-10-06T00:28:30.416-07:00Dreams Coming True
I'm drinking red wine and eating chocolate cake to celebrate. Today a long-dreamed dream was made real. I laid a gay boy.
And I mean gay. 10 year long relationship with a man, gay. 6 years without a woman, gay. Gay I can feel, even though he's butch.
And I mean laid. Cock-in-pussy, het style. It was among the most transgressive sex I've had. When I heard him moan Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1065245450055678152003-10-03T22:30:00.000-07:002003-10-03T22:30:49.813-07:00I was just reading through Geek Slut. A gay man's sex diary. Its nice if you like the nitty-gritty of gay sex, as I do. Why I do, as a woman, is beyond me. It's in the same category as any other fetish I might or might not have.
More interestingly, writing this, I am struck again by how hard it is to say anything original about sex. Even for me. Its almost as difficult as having anythingZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-106515733171508042003-10-02T22:02:00.000-07:002003-10-02T22:02:11.860-07:00Youre perfect, he says, and I know its true. For this moment I am, for once in this life perfect. But thats not why I do it. I do it out of a desire beyond emotional fulfillment. I am as though posessed in my focus. It is unlike any other need. Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889719.post-1065121250115723192003-10-02T12:00:00.000-07:002003-10-02T12:00:50.253-07:00I had to look up the definition of postmodern to see if I understood it correctly. Merriam-Webster online did not have the current definition, having last updated the entry in 1949. The net was a better resource, and I found a lovely explanation here, which turned out to be more informative than my entire college education.Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04106726925764010160noreply@blogger.com