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Inspired

I have been inspired I guess you can say. Looking at all of Juls blogs have really inspired me to try again to get back into blogging. But sadly the same issue comes forth. WHAT to write about? I sort of want it to be meaningful, insightful, to give you the reader that WOW factor.  sooooooooooo  I thought and thought and guess what?  Still the same thing, I sit down and well, sort of plan to write something but then.. BLAM. My mind switches, but that is how most of my blogs and actually come to think of it, my conversations go.

So I am going to get back into writing, it was suggested that since I do explore so many places to just write about that. hmmm, that is a possibility. But what is weighing on my mind now is Gorean Slaves.  *Gasp*   Yea, I know right! Whatever do you mean Pudding?

Well, just this, when and why are slaves being sometimes treated as a free? And where are the real Gorean sims.  Now thinking about those two things, they are actually two different types of blog, but hey! That is how my mind is thinking the day after daylight savings time!

Where is the Gorean sim, that has Masters actually acting like Masters. Now I am not saying for the men to beat on their chests “ME MASTER….YOU SLUT…YOU SEX ME NOW!” umm No. Those are the newbie Masters. {rofl}  But where are the Masters that actually have enough balls to discipline a slave that is not there own. * Which goes back to my other question? Slaves having what they will and will not do in their profiles. Umm guess what chika you are a slave. If you don’t like it, go to a non Gorean sim. “I will FTB or TP out with no r/p in 15 minutes”  Really???  So then you being a slave is not about wanting to serve the free, its about you wanting to get your slap and tickle game on, then leave.

Guess what slaves? This is an important service announcement, its not all about you. Really it isn’t. If you want it to be all about you go to the hottest BDSM screw me, scene over, find a different person to screw sim.  Being a slave is about your owner. * Now that also goes to the Owners/Masters, who are scared to say anything in local to their slave for fear of not getting the nookie that night. Knock knock!   Yo! Master dude! Guess what! YOU are the Master not your slave. hmmm why did Maury mixed with Oprah come into my mind. “YOU are not the Master!”  “YOU get a slave” YOU get a slave” “YOU are not the Master” “YOU…You…YOU are NOT the Master”  (shakes head okay I’m back now)  Were you saying that in the Oprah voice “you get a car…you get a car…you you you get a car LOL”  Okay I am really back now.

But the question still remains, where are the Real Good Gorean Sims.  I was actually talking to my Master the other day about something close to this. When you say this sim is BTB, or this or that is BTB. What actually does that mean?  John Norman said one thing in Book one, then by the time book 15 came around he totally changed his mind. So when is BTB actually BTB and who’s interpretation are you using?  10 different people can read 1 think and get 15 different ideas from it. So when a sim is stating they are BTB, it might not be what you think is BTB. So then, what is a BTB sim?

How about having a place that is just a Gorean sim?  Yea some will call it lifestyle but isn’t that what we do on any sim. Live the life of a FM, a FW, a FC, a slave? Living the life = lifestyle, just depends on how deep you want to take it. Do you want to scratch the service or do you really want to dig down deep into the culture?  That’s something to think about, ya know?

I totally got off of what I was planing to say. *laughs* but I am not shocked. So Masters, if you are on a Gorean sim, and you see a slave, there for say a week or two even, without any hint of a Master, what do you do?   Just because there is a tag above her head saying someones name does that mean you cant touch?  But wait!!  Remember people did not wear tags above their head in Gor.

*Thumb tack again*

Wouldn’t it just be totally cool, if they could make the sims, to when you land on it, your name tag vanishes, your profile vanishes, your ‘title’ vanishes. The only thing is you, the person. And then you would have to walk around and actually talk to people to get to know who they are, what they are, what restrictions the slaves actually have. Don’t you realize how much more people would interact with each other?   A slave is walking around, she is beautiful, you want a drink, food, maybe more. You would actually have to talk to the slave. And on the flip side, the slave would actually have to talk and act as a slave when speaking. Her “tag and profile” wont announce she is owned, she is restricted, she is white silk, red silk, first girl, last girl, nothing.  Ohh the Free would have to come out of their homes and speak to people. Now I just thought of eliminating IM’s but they may be necessary, but I wonder if there was a way it could be restricted or something. I don’t know, I will have to work on my imaginary sim a little bit more. But come on now! Admit it!  That would be so flipping cool, just having to talk to people to find out who they are.

*takes out the thumbtack and tries to remember the though line she was on*

OH Yea, Masters seeing slaves. A lot of girls are not owned, but say they are just to be able to go onto a sim and decide if they want to play. But what if slaves were slaves and free were free. Hmmm interesting thought actually.  *sighs* What was the original idea for this blog anyhow?  I don’t know.

But my mind is now a total blank. soooooooo you know whats next.

 

That’s all for now…………  Nope not yet.  LOL I did say I was going to try to do a travel blog, but I have no brain so I will just show you the two pictures I took today. That is if I remember how to add them…..*sets the timer*

How long will I wait …….. forever

Will wait forever

How long will I wait ……. forever

This is where I took these two pictures, just went to the landing spot. I have more from here on my flicker page.

Visit this location at Sordid Affair – Grace Island in Second Life

Waiting through the night

Through the still of the night, I will wait for you

Okay, I am not saying HOW LONG it took for me to remember how to do this *laughs*  But I will say …..

That is all ………

Friends

Let the Lyrics speak for themselves. (( had to take it back to the 80s ))

*Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Before we go any further, lets be
Friends*

Is a word we use everyday
Most the time we use it in the wrong way
Now you can look the word up, again and again
But the dictionary doesn’t know the meaning of friends

And if you ask me, you know, I couldn’t be much help
Because A friend is somebody you judge for yourself
Some are ok, and they treat you real cool
But some mistake kindness for bein a fool

We like to be with some, because they’re funny
Others come around when they need some money
Some you grew up with, around the way
And you’re still real close too this very day

Homeboys through the Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
And then there’s some we wish we never knew at all
And this list goes on, again and again
But these are the people that we call friends

When we first went out together, we barely knew each other
We had no intentions, on becoming lovers
But in no time at all, you became my girl
Me and you, one on one, against the world
Talkin on the telephone for hours at a time
Or else I was at your house, or you was at mine
Then came the arguements and all kinds of problems
Besides making love, we had nothing in common
It couldn’t last long because it started out strong
But I guess we went about the whole thing wrong
Cause out of nowhere it just came to an end
Because we became lovers before we were friends

*Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Ones we can depend on
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Before we go any further, let’s be
Friends*

You say you and your girlfriend were so tight
You took her out with you and your guy one night
She even had a set of keys to your home
And you shared mostly everything you owned

But as she shook your hand, she stole your man
And it was done so swift, it had to be a plan
Couldn’t trust her with cheese, let alone your keys
With friends like that you dont need enemies

You wonder how long it was all going on
And your still not sure if your man is gone
You say, well if she took him he was never mine
But deep inside you know thats just another lie

And now you’re kinda cold to the people you meet
Cause of something that was done to you by some creep
But nevertheless, I’ll say it again
That these are the people that we call friends

*Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Before we go any further, lets be
Friends*

*Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
One’s we can depend on
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Before we go any further, lets be
Friends*

*Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
One’s we can depend on
Friends
How many of us have them?
Friends
Before we go any further, lets be
Friends*

A Wandering and Wondering Kajira

Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a far away land… Isn’t that how most fairy tales start?  Welp, too bad this is not a fairy tale. Fairy tale always have a happy ending with the prince riding in on a white horse to save them.. ya know.. sometimes even as a child that irritated me. *laughs* I was a tomboy, because I used to wonder why did it have to be a white horse, why couldn’t it be a horse like Little Joe had on Bonanza. (( and no, I am not dating myself…I watched reruns ))

I got off track…..The old saying is true,,,… things that irritate a person most are probably things they do themselves, I knew it about myself, but I wonder if others know it about themselves. Still off track..

This Kajira donned her earth clothes, really until my Master finds us a new home, I guess I could call them my regular clothes…but still like silks better.  So I donned my clothes shaking my head as I closed the front door and went poooooof into time and space. Visiting quite a few places before deciding to re-visit a place.

This Sim is something totally awesome H22O I previously posted pictures from my first visit, but oh well, I took them again.  Plus that place is the kind of spot that will make you wonder and think, and during all that wondering and thinking and snapping and thinking and wandering, I came to a conclusion that its time to stop letting people walk all over me. It’s time I stand up for myself. Whats good for the goose is good for the gander *smiles* easier said than done. This girl does not like stress, drama or conflict, too much makes me physically ill, so 9.9 times out of 10 I usually back away.  BUT something needs to change….. hmm a song just popped into my head.

Tonight will be a 2 blog night….smiles…….I just need to find the lyrics of that song, its an old 80’s song.  But back to the sim..  If you have not been, you should…. its a good place to be alone.

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Pondering

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The landing point, go through the portal to get to the sim

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That girl sanding there looks sad

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 Sometimes the best way to think is on your knees.

 

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I wonder what drove her to this place?

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Time for ????

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 Running away from or running toward ???

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That is all ……..