Tuesday, Mar. 02, 2004 - 5:11 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Speaking So Kindly
Second tiny entry for today. First here: No Dead Fish
I was just cleaning out my email inbox a bit (what??!! 1600 messages is cluttered up??!!), and read the start of a letter someone sent me, re the ob fiasco, and trying to understand the concept of ownership in bdsm. So here's what the respondent had to say about how I presented the situation:
"Ahhhhhhhhh, I understand better now. I think what threw me off was that you always spoke kindly of the people involved and I was thinking "can't she see they're dysfunctional?". Now I see that you did see it, but were too polite to say so."
So there ya go. I am such a fuckin bitch that I "always spoke kindly of the people involved"... and this to someone on the yahoo list, AND who i've grilled in person about the relationship between ob and her owner and the other domme she fucked me around with.
So there, ob... I speak so kindly of you and your entourage, that people don't even understand I know there was a problem.
forward and onward to cleaning out emails.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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