well... I'm not hiding from, nor apologizing for My past, as the past is what led U/us all to where W/we are today. My rescara is the reason I have come, and is all the reason I need.
Master is a wonderful title, but one hellacious job description. For someone who most of the world views as someone who takes, He is nearly always giving -- love, respect, pride, support, comfort, emotional, intellectual and physical stimulus, training, guidance, advice, discipline, encouragement, the flogging so desired from His slave, even a fleeting glance just to let her know He's paying attention, an opportunity to push her beyond what she thought she could achieve and many other things too numerous to list. Why would anyone in their right mind accept such a job when the hours are never-ending, the money is terrible, and the world views us as monsters. I can only answer this from My own heart.. simply put.. We are artists.
We see an image of beauty within and we begin carving. With each passing day we smooth a little here, roughen something up over there, giving our life's work character and depth...texture and refinement. We care not how long the task takes, the longer the better, for with each passing day our sculpture finds new life. We discover new aspects because we take the time to scrutinize our work from every angle, learning everything about it. Challenging ourselves to find new ways to chisel, buff, hammer, polish, grind and mold the form we see begging to be released. It is not only the art that changes, as it changes us in subtle ways along the course of time. Making us stronger, willing to work harder to find perfection within ourselves so that we may bring perfection out of our creation. -- This is why we accept such a task, there can be no price put on the joy it brings us. Our task is our passion, our life, our love, our one true desire.
Interests Saltwater aquariums (had over 1000 gallons worth of tanks until 2 years ago) had everything from seahorses and harlequin crabs - a full reef tank - puffers and a zebra moray who could all be petted and hand fed - to a nasty vicious tessellated eel (that wanted to eat my hand) and some deadly stonefish ... love em all.... just some at greater distances lol
Trying to break a barrier of a stereotypical nature
Through the streets my mind wanders Exploring every viewDrinking in the knowledge Returning home to roost An open mind brings me things Which most can’t comprehendMy hand, her smile, and all the while Her reddening rear end Orthodox, am I not?It’s all in...
