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A shot of Vanilla in a chocolate world.

I feel like a hypocrite, but I'm not really. I stated that I'm not using fetlife to meet new people for dating purposes, but I end up meeting people through the site anyway.

I met K through fetlife. K is a sweet girl who has a lot of kinky desires and a couple of obstacles standing in the way of her fantasy fulfillment.

She has an online dom and is currently going through a divorce. I'm just offering her my services as a play partner. I think that I have to make that very clear to her. I'm not looking to get romantically involved with her, but to just help her scratch her itch while she helps me scratch mine.

I like her, she's cool. But I'm not going to take it further than play partners.

There's been no word from S on M, but that's fine. I'm keeping myself distracted with my life to really worry about what's going on with them.

The meeting went well. We talked about a lot of things and we're going to be meeting on a more regular basis. Kink's anonymous!

I'm upset with my ipod. I had written out a nice long article about being a nice guy and what you really have to do be the man in the relationship and when I went to bring it over and polish it up, the article was gone.

How do you punish a piece of technology? Set it in the corner? Give it a good technical tap?

I recorded my missing article, driving down the road just using my ipod to record my thoughts. I may just post that after editing it a bit to tighten it up.

I think I'll do just that.

During the meeting; something strange happened. This may be normal but this is the first time it happened with me. So we're all together in a public Cafe talking about our kinky lives when I see this cute girl walk towards us and waves at me.

She, Kc, comes over and sits down with us and starts chatting with the group as if she belongs and we're just throwing terms at her like TNG and Fetlife. I pick up that she isn't quite getting it. So I lean in to her and I say... "We're into the kinky sex".

Turns out she's a swinger.

To make a long story shorter, Kc's friend comes along and gets sucked into the group as well and it's like a shot of vanilla into the dark chocolate shake of the soul.

Kc's friend has an overpowering personality and in short order, she had not taken over the meeting but was out talking us. So we got up and left after a couple of minutes. I left with the comment "hey, we're hungry and we're going to steaknshake. You're going to the bar right?"

The rest of the night was just fun talking and trying to come up with new ideas for what we can do as a group in the future.

Be on the look out for my podcast and I'll talk at you later guys.

Kinky bastard is branching out.

I saw S again yesterday just to touch base with her and to give her a leather rose to give to M when she sees her again. I showed her the pictures that I had edited thus far and where I had posted them.

S loves them. S also said that the leather rose was a good touch for M. According to S, M is seeing this one jerk that just doesn't get her, but he's unemployed, possessive and jealous so they end up fighting more often than anything else. If S is right, then M and her boi toy are going to be splitting up here pretty soon regardless of what anybody else does.

So I got an email from my google adsense yesterday regarding the two pictures I posted of S, apparently they violated something in the user agreement so they disabled my adds on that page, but they're going to be looking for more violations of their moral code so as to shut down my adsense account.

I'm torn about whether I want to keep my adsense account and not post images, or if I want to continue to post images and just look for new affiliates.

I met K yesterday. We talked briefly on the internet and then we met for coffee at one of the local shops. K is interested in trying new things all bdsm and sexually oriented. So far we have a bit of common ground but only in as much as just playing around goes. I don't think that K and myself would be good for a full blown relationship unless we found some additional common ground to work with.

K has an online dom that lives in Italy. She's talking to him about playing with me and how she's doing all these things for his pleasure over cam. I have to admit that while I tried the online thing before, I just prefer the real life feeling of it all. I'm eager to play with her and really get to acquire more experience for all the things that I wish to be doing. We're just going to have to be patient.

I have a facebook in my real name and I had gotten a request from a girl, her name isn't important enough for me to even try to butcher, who ended up wanting me to join this group called hotpicdating or something and to swap naked pics with her.

I hate these kinds of spammers and I really hate the cam 'tehe, just sign up with your credit card and then cancel' whores.

So I called her out and said I didn't believe she was real. Or that if she was real, then she wasn't interested in dating anybody but just wanting to fill her quota of the day for her internet pron business. I'm a real guy who is looking for my kinky girl, I don't have the time to sit there and watch some girl whom I'm never going to meet or even have a relationship with take off her clothes for her camera and all the faceless masses of viewers. She was cute though. If I'm exceptionally lucky, she'll start a correspondence with me based on some respect and we could conceivibly build something from that. I'm being realistic though, I won't hear from her and then I'll remove her from my friends list.

Today is the local TNG meeting.

We're meeting tonight at 8 and it is going to be a lot of fun. The last meeting we had was before the big flood here in Tennessee so it's going to be interesting catching up with everybody and seeing how people are doing. I'm hoping that the turn out will be bigger than last time.

TNG; There's a concept for you. I like the idea and I'm all for the concept, but I've been told that the TNG stands for either The New Guard; a reference to The Old Guard leather groups of yesteryear, and I've been told it also stands for The Next Generation, in which case I feel that Patrick Stewart must somehow be involved.

Really I don't care about the name as much as I do about the purpose and intent behind the group and what we accomplish. Maybe some parties and some get together's and maybe some classes. Just really connect the people together into something of a community.

I leave you with the question; should I continue to post my pictures as I create them and hang adsense or should I keep adsense happy because they could be paying my bills one day?

Pink Tape for a pretty girl.

I ended up asking S to let me shoot her for my portfolio and to allow me to begin anew with my photography career and to provide a base for my studio.

She said yes and we followed through with that agreement on Mother's day.

Being a single kinkster does have certain advantages, mainly in that I don't have to worry about potential jealousy. I got my space ready for company and grabbed all the appropriate equipment and headed down to where S was staying.

When I walked in the door, S was ready to go. She was bringing an escort, J, with her for her own reasons. Many photographers don't like the models having an escort for a myriad of reasons. Often times because there was a bad experience with an escort in the past. An escort is somebody that the model brings for their own sense of security, at least that's the intent.

Escorts can go wrong in so many ways, you can get the 'tell me what you're doing' guys, the 'self appointed white knight protector of the virtue' guy, or the 'touch everything oh that just fell' guy.

I don't have an issue with escorts. I just demand a few moments with both the model and the escort before anything else goes on and lay out the rules. The model's comfort level is the ultimate priority at my shoots, if they aren't comfortable then the images aren't going to work, not the escort's. So if the model isn't crying foul, then stay quiet.

If an escort has an idea, then I'm open to it.

And then I go about and talk about the limits I have with the model with the escort right there. That way they have a very clear un

derstanding about what I'm going to be doing with the model.

If the escort objects; then one of two options is available. The escort can leave and not come back, or the shoot is over and I thank them for their time.

Luckily, my terms and limits were acceptable to both S and J.

We shot all over the city. But it was when we got back to my space that things really clicked and went into high gear.

At one point, S's grandmother called during the shoot and instead of pausing and waiting for her to finish her conversation, I plowed on as quietly as possible. That was some fun right there.

If S ever wants to be a fetish model. or a bondage model, or just a regular model, then I will be happy to promote that career.

We ended up talking about M and they were just commenting that M would be all over me in a hot minute if she knew about my kinky side. Buddy, let me tell you that if things work out the way I would like them too... I'll be grinning so big that they'll be able to see it from space.

With that being said; I refuse to get excited about that idea, M and me getting together, because it isn't as likely as I would like it too be.

I cheated on my diet tonight. I got one of my favorite hamburgers from Jack in the Box and I wasn't as happy with the taste of the damn thing as I used to be. I've actually got myself enjoying salads and chicken more than I do hamburgers.

I'm not going to be doing that anymore. ick.

I guess that the next thing on my agenda is to get another job or source of income.

I'm working on the name of my new media company. I've tried Taboo Designs, but that's taken. No Regrets Media; taken.

I'll have to sleep on it.

Tonight I go to bed with a smile on my face with the knowledge of a damn good job done well.

Edit: Google Adsense doesn't like my images. Thus I feel like they're attempting to censor me. So I'm going to let them go.

Happy Mother's Day!

Haircut day

Makeover time: the hairstyle.
Having good hair is important. It says things about you. Do you take care of yourself?

I'm going to interview the stylist about how important the right haircut is for single men.

A bit later...

The big talk about my hair style just confirmed that I have been getting the right hairstyle all along. I inquired the stylist about hair and dating and the answer I got was that the length didn't matter as long as the person took care of their hair.

Not what I was really looking for, but it was good to revalidate what I already knew.

We cut my hair short and tight, but not military style.

I already feel better with the new hair style.


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Dogs are excellent judges of character

Sometimes doing a good deed pays off.

There are times when you are presented with opportunities that you can pass up or you can jump upon.

Sometimes they lead to a good time, often they don't, but I don't think I'll regret going down to pick up my friend from floodsville tonight.

S and I have known each other in passing for years now. I met S when she was but a tiny little teenager and I have watched her become a young woman. Naturally I kind of like the idea of me and her getting together, but she's got a man right now so I'm not going to push that issue.

But she isn't the happiness in this little story. The happiness comes in the form of her friend whom you get introduced to. Cute little girl, M. I think I made a good impression, but my 'game' wasn't on tonight because I'm still in the preliminary 'get my ass into shape' so I didn't really get some good flirting in or some power moves.

Which leads into my next point; girls are fucking everywhere and you never know when you'll be meeting somebody new. Be a Boy scout and be prepared.

As much as I love my friends and family, it took a good stranger to bring me back to earth and let me know that, yes, even though I've been losing weight, I still have a surplus.

That's cool though. I still feel better than ever and I'm still driving towards that killer body I want so bad... I'll settle for a more functional model though.

I think that I'm on the edge of a revelation about women and flirting in general. The edge of it. I'm not there yet.

Me and S bonded tonight in a way that we've never bonded before... she got my iphone and looked at my porn stash. I don't know what the hell I look at when I'm bored and horny at 3 o'clock in the morning, but I should probably stop putting it on my iphone. There were things that I probably shouldn't have on there.

I knew S wasn't an innocent teenager anymore when she started rating the difficulty of some of the positions that she flipped through. Not counting the contortionist poses.

So here's to growing up and to meeting new people.

Graduating class of being single

Being single sucks.

This is going to be a much less focused entry than what I normally do. A more stream of thought style than an article.

I heard a rumor that if you're over wieght and you're concerned about the size of your penis, then for every 35 pounds that you lose then you will gain an inch of length.

That is something to measure. Get a good and accurate weight and then measure the length of my cock. Everytime I manage to lose 35 pounds then I remeasure my cock. If the rumor is true then that is another reason to lose the weight.

I'm not grossly heavy, I'm just heavy. People say I wear the weight well. I don't care about wearing the weight well, I don't want to wear the weight at all.

I did the fortradvd exercises again today. I'm not as sore as I was the first time, but still sore. I'm looking forward to the weekend to recuperate a couple of day before hitting the workout again.

My friends and family say that the exercises are having an effect, I'm tightening up. I'm not seeing it yet, but I like that others do.

The state of affairs:
Employment: currently in flux.
Income: unsure.
Potential partners: one online potential, one ex fiancé, and one old college friend: none of them local.

Being affected by the flood has been interesting. Even though my home was not effected, the waters of the river have disrupted my life. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, forcing me to find better employment opportunities where I was being stagnant before.

Today, I revisited the college I graduated from two years ago to watch my father accept his own diploma.

The expected thing is to be taken with a sense of nostalgia, but I'm not. I'm proud of my dad for finally graduating but you can never return home. I don't know any of the people here any more.

On the other hand, seeing all of the early to mid twenty aged girls dressed up in their finest was very nice.

I'm rubbernecking, which is bad. I'm not here to meet and flirt but to honor and respect my father. Besides, I still need a haircut.

I walked two years ago with a bachelor of science in media technology. I have yet to put that degree to use. I am seriously considering the idea of taking my friend's offer of putting together a pay site for her and then expanding so something more artistically hardcore.

This is all speculation at this point. I guess being back in a college location is getting my creative juices flowing for the moment.

This would tie into my desire to produce a book of my photography. I've always wanted to put that book together.

I've got a fairly large library of old images from years ago that I took. I would love to use them but I think that I should focus on starting anew with new girls and a new set.

I should research on the ways to sell the images rather than just sit on them.

Magazines would be the first option then websites.

I should move if I'm going to pursue this type of career. Just away from the Nashville area and its bible belt mentality about nudity and sexuality.

The girls here are pretty enough but there are just not enough of them with the right mentality.

Here's the plan of action.
Research how to set up a pay site.
Research what record keeping is required for an adult pay site.
Get a theme for the site.
Find a model.
Find a buyer for the images.
Shoot the shit out of the model and try to make some money.
Move.

It is nice to think that I could meet the future mrs. Kinkster here at this graduation ceremony, but again I'm not here to flirt.

The graduation went well.

I am going to see about generating my own work via the internet.

Talk to you later.


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