ryushu
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It is my experience the people who demand respect are in most cases those who neither find nor deserve. When I first started to read this thread, I thought it a bit inane, but at least the original poster could string together sentences into generally coherent things, something you will see me fail at along with likely wandering so far off topic that continuing my post would be largely an excursion into the hinterlands. So just a few facts all skewed to make me look both wise and generally fabulous. B: NYC raised in one of those upperclass households where one parent was rich, wild and funny and the other was child of a washerwoman. To clarify, I know the rules, but they do not impress me, anymore than the gold cross with jewels and the claim that is it justified because It is in the Bible. So I guess I am trying to say, I grew up in generally a high protocol society, most of my sexual partners came from the same background ( oh Jesus total lie. I like Lenny Bruce would have fucked mud. But let's keep a sharpe eye on my self manufactured and delusional 'fabulous' ) So one thing that popped into my head during this is The Most polite societies, tend to be the most insular, unkind and unforgiving. Britain and Japan come first to mind. The more polite words in general sentences, the more uncaring, cruel and possibly evil the person uttering those words is, or has been conditioned to accept this as the status quo. I lived in SF for a few years and there ran into the gambit (well except for that Spandex, Koffeeklatch, Cracker Barrel munches I seemed to find in the south.), but there is a large very old school high protocol who in many ways remind me of the British upper class and its "certain ways thing are Just Done!" I find early and excessive use of the sir/master is often either a clueless one, one so young and lacking in experience they are like the Kindergartners to the Third Grade, or a troll fishing. Either way it sets off alarms. But then I find my being here at all an exercise in futility. I think in nearly twenty years on the 'net' back to the days of BBs and LISTserv, the number of women I have met 'into' Bdsm, could be counted on one hand. Now I do tend to be a special case, in that I live in remote places from the general net community. I also tend to harbor 'thoughts' of a most improper nature, well past the both the S & the other S in the SSC. The C tends to just sort of discussed postpartum. If I had to pick a place, shopping. So I guess I would have to qualify myself, or better disqualify myself, because while I have gone to any number of munches, when moving to a new area, while I was known at Club O in Oakland and the Hellfire in NYC, I didn't have the outfit, nor decoding ring. And while I have entered into some fairly long term training, I cannot think of a romantic relationship (yes, I do consider this sweet, soft, tender romance) which has developed in any of those places. But then I was so much older than I even older than that now (pardon Bob). So I find, I tend to not use Sir/Ma'am in most situations. "How do you do, so nice to meet you." "How do you do, so nice to meet you, sir" It is so nice to meet you. How may I be at your cervix.
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