12.30.2009
11.24.2009
Do You Belong to Online Forums?
Aside from participating in the blogosphere, I know many of us DDers are members of online forums and message boards. If you are a member of any forum geared towards an alternative lifestyle - not necessarily only DD, please take a moment to do this survey! It actually only takes 5 minutes, and it is 12 questions long.
You cannot be identified, as all responses are anonymous and can't be traced back to you.
Basically, the survey is asking about how we use online forums to create and share knowledge about how to live an alternative lifestyle.
Thanks in advance! Go here: http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/CYLWBTJ to take the survey!
Oh, and, if anyone wants to repost this link on their own blogs - please do!
You cannot be identified, as all responses are anonymous and can't be traced back to you.
Basically, the survey is asking about how we use online forums to create and share knowledge about how to live an alternative lifestyle.
Thanks in advance! Go here: http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/CYLWBTJ to take the survey!
Oh, and, if anyone wants to repost this link on their own blogs - please do!
11.18.2009
Okay, This Is Cool
Being the technology geek that I am becoming, I find myself lusting after this baby:
It jacks right into software that tracks your numbers.
It beeps to remind you to test.
It's cool.
I want it.
It's $75
See now I think this is a good investment. Having something as cool as this will certainly reduce the number of spankings I get for forgetting to test my blood sugar. Don't you think?
11.17.2009
Diabetes and Domestic Discipline: A Scientific Explanation
Out here in cyberDDland, it seems like an awful lot of us are diabetic or at least insulin resistant. I've always thought there had to be some kind of link. Well, I found it.
I'm currently reading Michael Pollan's In Defense of Food, which is excellent by the way. In it, Pollan discusses why the Western diet is so dangerous for us. One of the chapters deals with the idea that different populations of humans have evolved to handle a variety of diets - some protein heavy, some more vegetarian, some dependent on seafood and some on inland animals. The combination of macronutrients (carbs, fat, and protein) varies, and yet people with these ethnic diets do not exhibit the sames kinds of diseases that those who eat a western diet do.
Pollan continues with an explanation of how humans came to be able to tolerate bovine milk - turns out at first it made humans horribly sick. But because it was readily available to the herders, and they continued to drink it, in adulthood, they adapted. Over time, the enzymes needed to digest cow's milk became part of the human makeup - and now thousands of years later, it's a staple. And still, there are many people who are lactose intolerant.
It has really only been in the last hundred years that the "Western" diet has become what it is: full of processed foods and refined starches. Fake food. Food far removed from its natural state, forced into nicely packaged and convenient forms. Individual. Cheap. Fast. Incredibly bad for us. Our bodies haven't evolved enough to handle the changes to our source of energy. We can't adjust to the missing minerals and other nutrients that whole foods have given us for thousands of years.
Our bodies know we are missing something. Our bodies crave something else.
What else has changed a great deal in the last hundred years? You got it. Male/Female relationships.In the last 100 years, it became a bad thing for a man to lead. Our natures have been processed and stripped down. Only the packaged brand of female is politically correct anymore. And while for the most part, having the choices we have now is a wonderful thing, some women are missing some of the nutrients of a traditional marriage. Some of those women ask for DD.
So, where's the DD/Diabetes link? Well, it's tongue-in-cheek of course, but reading Pollan's book tonight got me thinking. The people who are insulin resistant and/or become diabetic are those most poorly adapted to the Western diet; our bodies can't handle the barrage of refined carbs that make up our diet (or the lifestyle that goes with it).
We're stuck in the last century! And of course, this is the same criticism that we hear about a traditional relationship right? Old-fashioned, barbaric...so UNevolved. Therefore, it just might be a reasonable assumption to say that women who want domestic discipline are genetically predisposed to be insulin resistant, and eventually diabetic. It's no wonder there are so many of us getting spanked on our bottoms and pricked on our finger tips; we just can't adjust to life in the 21st century, and our bodies are craving life a hundred years ago...with whole foods...and woodsheds.
How's that for a correlation? *giggle* Organic Spanking: the Vital Nutrient You Need for a Wholesome Marriage (100% Natural and Unrefined)
And now ladies and gentlemen, it is time for bed.
I'm currently reading Michael Pollan's In Defense of Food, which is excellent by the way. In it, Pollan discusses why the Western diet is so dangerous for us. One of the chapters deals with the idea that different populations of humans have evolved to handle a variety of diets - some protein heavy, some more vegetarian, some dependent on seafood and some on inland animals. The combination of macronutrients (carbs, fat, and protein) varies, and yet people with these ethnic diets do not exhibit the sames kinds of diseases that those who eat a western diet do.
Pollan continues with an explanation of how humans came to be able to tolerate bovine milk - turns out at first it made humans horribly sick. But because it was readily available to the herders, and they continued to drink it, in adulthood, they adapted. Over time, the enzymes needed to digest cow's milk became part of the human makeup - and now thousands of years later, it's a staple. And still, there are many people who are lactose intolerant.
It has really only been in the last hundred years that the "Western" diet has become what it is: full of processed foods and refined starches. Fake food. Food far removed from its natural state, forced into nicely packaged and convenient forms. Individual. Cheap. Fast. Incredibly bad for us. Our bodies haven't evolved enough to handle the changes to our source of energy. We can't adjust to the missing minerals and other nutrients that whole foods have given us for thousands of years.
Our bodies know we are missing something. Our bodies crave something else.
What else has changed a great deal in the last hundred years? You got it. Male/Female relationships.In the last 100 years, it became a bad thing for a man to lead. Our natures have been processed and stripped down. Only the packaged brand of female is politically correct anymore. And while for the most part, having the choices we have now is a wonderful thing, some women are missing some of the nutrients of a traditional marriage. Some of those women ask for DD.
So, where's the DD/Diabetes link? Well, it's tongue-in-cheek of course, but reading Pollan's book tonight got me thinking. The people who are insulin resistant and/or become diabetic are those most poorly adapted to the Western diet; our bodies can't handle the barrage of refined carbs that make up our diet (or the lifestyle that goes with it).
We're stuck in the last century! And of course, this is the same criticism that we hear about a traditional relationship right? Old-fashioned, barbaric...so UNevolved. Therefore, it just might be a reasonable assumption to say that women who want domestic discipline are genetically predisposed to be insulin resistant, and eventually diabetic. It's no wonder there are so many of us getting spanked on our bottoms and pricked on our finger tips; we just can't adjust to life in the 21st century, and our bodies are craving life a hundred years ago...with whole foods...and woodsheds.
How's that for a correlation? *giggle* Organic Spanking: the Vital Nutrient You Need for a Wholesome Marriage (100% Natural and Unrefined)
And now ladies and gentlemen, it is time for bed.
11.15.2009
The Big Bomb
At the end of my last (serious) post I joked about dropping a huge wall-tearing-down tidbit of unkown information about myself. I really was joking, and I didn't have anything in mind. What's funny though, is Adam doesn't believe me!
The following morning, the first thing he said to me was, "So what is this big thing you are going to tell me?" Then he asked later in the day, and again still later.
So, I spent some time trying to come up with something that is surprising enough to fill that kind of appetite for Danielle's Hidden Life. LOL But...in reality I'm pretty boring. In the interest of removing the bricks, I could tell him any number of things, none of which are very exciting:
Or, I could tell him something that might be a little more exciting:
Oh yeah, and one more...I bought a new implement today. It's hidden in my car. And it's red.
The following morning, the first thing he said to me was, "So what is this big thing you are going to tell me?" Then he asked later in the day, and again still later.
So, I spent some time trying to come up with something that is surprising enough to fill that kind of appetite for Danielle's Hidden Life. LOL But...in reality I'm pretty boring. In the interest of removing the bricks, I could tell him any number of things, none of which are very exciting:
- I once killed a wooly bear caterpillar at Girl Scout camp and have never really gotten over that.
- I was stood up by my prom date...and never really got over that either.
- I like the way certain foods feel in my mouth, and that's why I eat them.
- Walking barefoot in the grass is one of my most favorite things to do (but not in my own backyard because the grass back there sucks).
Or, I could tell him something that might be a little more exciting:
- When I was younger, I used to fantasize about my boyfriends being dominant, but never told any of them.
- The threat of a spanking - the "Knock it off or I'm going to spank you" kind - is probably one of the easiest ways to turn me on. In fact, it starts almost immediately. However, that rarely happens. I can probably count the number of times I've been threatened with a spanking on one hand. (I usually find out right beforehand, or I just know it's coming based on what I've done.)
- On that note, sometimes when I'm arguing with him, or just in general being a bitch, there is a little voice inside my head that goes, "I wish he would stop me. Why does he let me keep running this damn mouth?" And what I want more than anything in those moments is for him to tell me to knock it off or I'll "get it" but I just keep bitching like a runaway train.
- Sometimes, when I ask him for permission to do things, go places, or eat certain things, I really want him to say no, for a couple different reasons - (1) because it turns me on to have to listen and not do what I want and (2) it reassures me that he cares enough to be strict and (3) sometimes I'm just not strong enough to say no to myself. But MOST times I really do want him to say yes!
- When I argue with him about using certain implements, I get disappointed when he lets me win.What I really wish is for him to say "too bad, you're not the boss" and use them anyway...just not in a matter that freaks me out so badly that I can't stay still at all.
- I miss the Brat Loop, and I wish we owned a smaller, shorter version that didn't wrap around my hip so much.
- There are, in fact, two fantasies I have that I have not told him, although I know he wants to know. One has to do with sex, and one has to do more with DD...and both involve spanking. Neither of them are getting posted here.
Oh yeah, and one more...I bought a new implement today. It's hidden in my car. And it's red.
11.13.2009
Are U2 Concert Tickets an Exception?
So, it's ten til ten, and U2 tickets go onsale in that same amout of time. In this situation, is it most prudent to buy the tickets and ask later? Or ask and risk missing them?
Hmmm....there's always Ebay!
It's U2 for Pete's sake!
Hmmm....there's always Ebay!
It's U2 for Pete's sake!
Bringing Down A Wall With Wet Paper
Last night, we had one of the most successful spankings we've had in a long long time. But that only happened AFTER World War 45 (of the ones that take place in our living room). Honest to goodness, I don't even really know how the subject got so twisted around back to the wall between us, but it did. I know it started out with me wriggling out of position and bombarding him with pillows because that damn red paddle hurt so bad. (Not my best moment.) And somehow that spanking got stalled and we ended up talking out a repeat of a conversation we had a while back.
Oh oh oh! I remember now! It was about the lie I told, the lie that builds a wall between us. I was being a smart ass, and I reminded him that there already IS a wall. We know it's there. We're trying to remove it, and spankings like the one that followed sure do help, but I don't pretend it can be easy or quick. It is kind of like we have to get to know each other again.
What I love about DD is that the longer we do it - the more times we stall and start up - the more layers get stripped down. The issues we don't even know we have with each other come to the surface, and we get to deal with them and put them to rest.
This time, the punishment was about lying about where I was going last weekend. It was really two things - 1. I'm supposed to ask before I go out and 2. I'm not supposed to lie (duh). Well, as I explained to him, in a stupid moment, I decided that it was just easier not to ask at all and just leave out where I'd been (which was a mall the next city over). Why easier?
Well, because for seven years we had separate lives. He did his thing, and I did mine. He didn't know what I was doing and didn't seem to care much. I had a lot of freedom, and I got used to that. It is nice not to have to answer to someone - well, I thought so anyway. Now I like having to answer to someone.
However, like I tried to explain to him, sometimes I revert back and it is just easier to follow old patterns. Would he have not let me go? That day, probably yeah. He would have told me to stay home. If I'd made a good case, he might have let me go. But that doesn't matter. I didn't give him the chance to make the decision. It was easier to just go. So I did. And that put another brick in the wall.
We talked for a long time about how damaging that kind of behavior is for us, and I understand now that it isn't okay anymore to operate as a lone agent. We have DD now, and I have to ask permission to do things I used to be able to do without question. It's hard to do, because it makes me vulnerable. It's hard to do because I want to do what I want to do! Plus, I feel silly asking permission to go places. It embarrasses me.
But the real truth is, it brings us closer and takes down the wall. Every time I ask permission to do something it takes a brick out. Every time I open myself up it takes a brick out. And though I forget, every time I perform an act of obedience, that takes a brick out too. We have a lot of bricks.
So after all that talking, I got spanked really hard with the Jokari and for a really really long time. I don't know minute-wise how long it took, but he broke me, I cried, and I was able to get melty with him again. Everything about that spanking was perfect. The way he talked to me before it. The way he focused on how damagine my behavior had been. The reminder that yep, he expects obedience whether I like it or not now. And so many other things. I appreciate that spanking so much. (Man, that's a little weird to say.)
Then today of course, I'm all closey closey lovey in my head and replaying it all. I remembered at one point during the conversation/war before he restarted the spanking that he was asking me what I wanted from him to help get this thing gone between us - how can he know me? how can he reignite what has flickered out? Well, one of the things I complain about is that we don't talk enough, and I don't feel like we know enough about each others' lives. It occurred to me, I have to tell him about the wet paper.
After dinner, I did exactly that. I said, "I'd like to take a brick out of the wall. Tell me something about you that I don't know." And he did. He said that when someone hurts him, he is able to completely cut them out of his life, which was ironic for today, but that's a different post. I told him that wet paper is more disgusting to me than poop. It grosses me out and makes me gag. Been that way since I was a kid. Not sure why.
I guess I just figured that that's the exact kind of stupid detail people who are in love know about each other. Like I'm terrified of bridges...and can't stand the texture of mushrooms...and being spanked good and often makes me feel more loved than being spoiled and kissed.
Sometimes I feel like I'm married to a stranger, and that can't be. If I'm going to put my submission in his hands, which I already have, I want him to know me. There are so many things I have to tell him. It just seemed easiest to start with the wet paper. Now tomorrow, what I'm going to tell him is a bit heavier. I think he can handle it though. Any man who handles the I Want You to Spank Me bomb can take a lot, I imagine.
Oh oh oh! I remember now! It was about the lie I told, the lie that builds a wall between us. I was being a smart ass, and I reminded him that there already IS a wall. We know it's there. We're trying to remove it, and spankings like the one that followed sure do help, but I don't pretend it can be easy or quick. It is kind of like we have to get to know each other again.
What I love about DD is that the longer we do it - the more times we stall and start up - the more layers get stripped down. The issues we don't even know we have with each other come to the surface, and we get to deal with them and put them to rest.
This time, the punishment was about lying about where I was going last weekend. It was really two things - 1. I'm supposed to ask before I go out and 2. I'm not supposed to lie (duh). Well, as I explained to him, in a stupid moment, I decided that it was just easier not to ask at all and just leave out where I'd been (which was a mall the next city over). Why easier?
Well, because for seven years we had separate lives. He did his thing, and I did mine. He didn't know what I was doing and didn't seem to care much. I had a lot of freedom, and I got used to that. It is nice not to have to answer to someone - well, I thought so anyway. Now I like having to answer to someone.
However, like I tried to explain to him, sometimes I revert back and it is just easier to follow old patterns. Would he have not let me go? That day, probably yeah. He would have told me to stay home. If I'd made a good case, he might have let me go. But that doesn't matter. I didn't give him the chance to make the decision. It was easier to just go. So I did. And that put another brick in the wall.
We talked for a long time about how damaging that kind of behavior is for us, and I understand now that it isn't okay anymore to operate as a lone agent. We have DD now, and I have to ask permission to do things I used to be able to do without question. It's hard to do, because it makes me vulnerable. It's hard to do because I want to do what I want to do! Plus, I feel silly asking permission to go places. It embarrasses me.
But the real truth is, it brings us closer and takes down the wall. Every time I ask permission to do something it takes a brick out. Every time I open myself up it takes a brick out. And though I forget, every time I perform an act of obedience, that takes a brick out too. We have a lot of bricks.
So after all that talking, I got spanked really hard with the Jokari and for a really really long time. I don't know minute-wise how long it took, but he broke me, I cried, and I was able to get melty with him again. Everything about that spanking was perfect. The way he talked to me before it. The way he focused on how damagine my behavior had been. The reminder that yep, he expects obedience whether I like it or not now. And so many other things. I appreciate that spanking so much. (Man, that's a little weird to say.)
Then today of course, I'm all closey closey lovey in my head and replaying it all. I remembered at one point during the conversation/war before he restarted the spanking that he was asking me what I wanted from him to help get this thing gone between us - how can he know me? how can he reignite what has flickered out? Well, one of the things I complain about is that we don't talk enough, and I don't feel like we know enough about each others' lives. It occurred to me, I have to tell him about the wet paper.
After dinner, I did exactly that. I said, "I'd like to take a brick out of the wall. Tell me something about you that I don't know." And he did. He said that when someone hurts him, he is able to completely cut them out of his life, which was ironic for today, but that's a different post. I told him that wet paper is more disgusting to me than poop. It grosses me out and makes me gag. Been that way since I was a kid. Not sure why.
I guess I just figured that that's the exact kind of stupid detail people who are in love know about each other. Like I'm terrified of bridges...and can't stand the texture of mushrooms...and being spanked good and often makes me feel more loved than being spoiled and kissed.
Sometimes I feel like I'm married to a stranger, and that can't be. If I'm going to put my submission in his hands, which I already have, I want him to know me. There are so many things I have to tell him. It just seemed easiest to start with the wet paper. Now tomorrow, what I'm going to tell him is a bit heavier. I think he can handle it though. Any man who handles the I Want You to Spank Me bomb can take a lot, I imagine.
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