I go to Chinese buffets a lot with Seabiscuit, and we get fortune cookies at the end. These are some of them. Some make sense, and are awesome and totally correct – two of them I have on my Hotspur Bio page. Which is near the link to my books, he said shamelessly!
This one I must never let my wife see. Ever.
This one…. WTFortune?
So, my fortune is… I will be confused for the rest of my days? What realm? This realm?
This doesn’t really help if you get into an argument:
This one is just generally a feel good fortune:
This last one makes me wonder – which one of you has a message for me?
Edward Hotspur
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My message for you is… You eat to much Chinese food. Lol
You might be right
Fortune cookies can be incredibly accurate:
‘You are going to die tonight.
(There was cyanide in the cake!)’
Halarious!
Hillary-ous
Yikes!
Uncanny, isn’t it?
I loathe fortune cookies, but always look forward to what wisdom they have to impart to me. I keep two little fortunes in a clip next to my monitor:
“Your flamboyant personality will soon bring you to a new hobby.” (Blogging?)
and …
“The star of riches will shine on you beginning next month.” (From a meal enjoyed sometime last year.)
Sigh …
You win a free dinner!
Now THERE’S a fortune I can get behind!
You are indeed fortunate… ha!
I think that one fortune was written by a sex site that keeps sending me spam.
Spam is good.
particularly the sex site spam…
I like the last one. Text message maybe? Love the Deftones song.
Yeah!
It’s been so long since I commented that I can’t even remember what we were talking about.
Fiscal policy?
Nope. That wasn’t it.
I give up.
No, you don’t.
Ok, you win.
I didn’t know we were playing a game.
Oh, now I remember. Deftones, attractive, message. Check.
Can you elaborate? I’m not playing a game, I’m just saying you’re right, and doing what you tell me to.
Somehow I doubt that.
You think I’m a dom?
Dom potential.
Explain. I’m intrigued.
It’s like gaydar. Just something one picks up on.
Think back to the first words we exchanged. It’s in your quotes section.
I didn’t find it. But I remember that conversation. Still, what is it about me that makes you think of me as dom, rather than switch, or even sub?
http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com/2011/09/22/you-are-my-slave/
“Behind every happiness is a sadness. And behind every sadness is a happiness – someone else’s happiness.
And between all ontological meta dispensation is a steaming pile of bullshit.”
You said, “Only one can hold the umbrella, but neither needs to get wet.” or something along those lines. Very Domly.
Or simply chivalrous. Even equal, as the woman could hold the umbrella.
You lead the conversation into unchartered territories, yet you always seem to make everyone feel comfortable and welcome. Each comment is important to you. You lead and you guide. To me, that’s a Dom.
Or an optometrist. “Better like this, or better like this?” But okay, in this case you know more than me. I am learning, in a way. So I’m only “in control” to the extent that I know something enough to feel confident in it.
“So I’m only “in control” to the extent that I know something enough to feel confident in it.”
Isn’t that true for everyone? I mean, you can fake control, but people tend to see through that sooner or later.
What you are describing is more of a service Top. I don’t get that vibe off of you. And I don’t know that I know more than you. I am learning too.
What’s a service top?
Hahahahahaha.
Ah, sort of like a dom with a safety net. A dom by request.
Not a Dom. A Top.
And I have come to realize that there is nothing wrong with being a Top if that is who you are inside of yourself. There is a beautiful bottom out there looking for his/her Top and they are perfect together.
I am not a Bottom though. My receptive ends won’t match up well with a Top. Square pegs :: round holes.
How can you be submissive, yet not a bottom?
Because I don’t want to direct.
I am aware of when I start topping from the bottom and I don’t like it. It makes me feel guilty, but I haven’t learned how to communicate my needs otherwise. So I either don’t speak up or I tread dangerously close to topping from the bottom.
I guess the dom will have to adopt a permissive outlook, meaning he/she is allowed to do anything unless you say otherwise, rather than waiting for you to okay each, um, activity.
Something along those lines. I’m really not the right person to ask. I mean, yeah the Dom can do what he wants, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fight back. I don’t know how to qualify myself anymore.
Maybe that’s it. If you make fighting back part of it, it can be confusing for all but very close people.
“but very close people.”
Not following you here.
Do you mean the fighting back makes it confusing for the D and the s, but it brings them closer?
No, it makes it hard to tell if the fighting is part of the whole thing, or ACTUAL fighting, i.e., you really don’t like it at all.
Ah. I see. Well there is the physical stuff which is worked out in various ways ahead of time…list of hard limits, soft limits, safe words, and even a written contract. All of that is still just theory to me as I have never gone so far as to play with a Dominant outside of my husband. Then there is the mental aspect. That was the part I was referring to. A Dom can try to do whatever he wants, but that doesn’t mean I will just lie down and take it if I feel he has taken things to far. I don’t know if that is necessarily a bad thing. Balance. The trick is to keep me from topping, while still respecting my hard limits. And by hard limits I mean deal breakers. Again, this is all in reference to the mental D/s parts and not so much the physical kinky parts.
Working this out seems like it could take something away from the spontaneity of romance and sex. On the other hand, once worked out, I see where you would be totally fulfilled by it.
I completely agree. It’s as dry as applying for a job. Again, this is all in theory as I have not had the pleasure of being in the physical company of a real Dominant yet (outside of my husband). I suppose there is always the old fashioned way of working those things out–courting D/s style. You know, talking to each other, sharing fantasies, telling stories, maybe even writing poetry for each other. And yes, I do think once the kinks are all worked out it has the potential to be most fulfilling for both parties.
Wow… I was just sort of guessing there, but it seemed to make sense.
Then you are in good company as I am just sort of guessing at all this too.
But you’re in it. I don’t know anything.
What am I in? Nothing. I’m in nothing.
I mean you have been in dom/sub situations before, whereas I haven’t to the best of my knowledge.
Ok. If you say so.
To be perfectly honest I am a pretend-a-sub married to a not-Dom and I don’t know anything.
I don’t get it. Are you saying you haven’t actually done anything?
Yes, I have submitted.
But to who? And I hope I’m not coming off as an inquisitor. I’m just trying to understand.
Physically to my husband, mentally and spiritually to someone I met online.
So you have limited experience, but would love to have more?
I want the real deal, the whole package, mind/body/soul and all that jazz. I am a patchwork sub. Is that better? I get what I can where I can and call it a day. No, I am not talking about sex.
I know what you mean, SFL, really. By the way, I have such interesting conversations with you.
Thank you.
Sorry you’re not happy. Or fulfilled, which is slightly different.
Yeah, well there are starving ticks on rats who bitch less than me. In other words, I should shut up.
No, you’re fine. Here, um….
Yeah pretty much. That was me 20 years ago. What happened? The ironic part…I like Depeche Mode. I smoked a joint with one of the members of this band in the back of a van with an ex-boyfriend. Oh, what a night.
Yeah, it was me 20 years ago too. I was listening to all that just now. Skinny Puppy, Ministry, KMFDM, Thrill Kill Kult, Front Line Assembly, Sheep On Drugs, Bollocks Brothers, Front 242, etc. Brings back memories.
Ever listen to Chem Lab?
Did you have a Devil’s lock and wear eyeliner? (giggling)
No, I was always an amalgamation of different things. I wore mod shoes, biker leather, and a lace garter was my scrunchee (I had really long hair then). Sometimes I’d dress like Morrissey, and sometimes like Kurt Cobain, and sometimes all industrial.
I had both ears pierced with medium hoops in. Never got tattoos, and only wore makeup rarely, like when I went to see the Cure, during which time I also teased up my hair like Robert Smith (when it was still a little shorter).
I have a cluster-fuck of “I don’t know what” attempting to form in my brain right now.
I made it work.
Sure you did.
Let’s see. Me…rockin’ a pair of men’s Levis, skinny cut, with a white wife beater and a black bra. Combat boots, yes I am admitting to combat boots, wild curly red hair, no make up. Generally found around a pool table with a pool stick in hand.
During the summer my hair would get so hot that I would twist and twist and twist it, before finally tying it in a knot. No scrunchie needed.
I was known to occasionally wear a dress, tight and black. Always black.
I am much more conservative now and I almost always wear dresses. I still love boots, although I have graduated from combat boots.
I wear zip sweaters and khakis and polos and stuff. I also have short hair. Well, you can see that, I guess. I’m not really conservative, exactly – I just don’t like to mess with it that much.
I’m a wash and wear kind of girl, but I am trying to be more fashion conscience.
I’m trying, but it sort of doesn’t matter as long as I’m working.
I suppose it depends on your job. I had style when I was younger. I don’t feel very stylish anymore. I need more va-va-va-voom in my life.
Yeah, in style, but I have some voom in other areas.
I’ve noticed, Mr. Wordsmith. You do have a beautiful mind. I’ve said it and I will keep saying it.
Thanks!
I forgot how much this song rocks. I would like to be beaten to this.
I don’t know why, but that made me laugh. I’m not sure I could ever ‘beat’ someone. It’s certainly been offered.
I don’t know if I could beat anyone either. The last time I hit someone was my husband. He was having a PTSD breakdown and screaming in my face for the millionth time. My fists took on a life of their own and started hitting him in the face over and over. I was shocked by my own actions.
You felt threatened, so you reacted. I think you’re usually in control, and that’s why you want someone else to take control sometimes.
I am always in control. I’m so good at coming up with solutions and making things happen so it often falls on my shoulders. Hey, no problem. I’m glad I am a can-do girl, but I get worn out. Worn down. Yes, I want someone else to take the lead and handle ‘stuff’. Really handle it. Not just half-ass their way through it.
Taking driving for instance. I have been in car wrecks and now have really bad anxiety when riding in cars, noticeable anxiety, except for when I drive, because I am in control. Or except for when my best friend is driving. She is the only person I can ride with and feel comfortable enough to take me eyes off the road; just relax and enjoy the ride. Do you have any idea how much I love going for rides with her? It’s nice to hand the keys over to someone else and forget about the road. It’s the same with D/s.
I totally get that. It’s not even about D/s, I’m guessing – just every so often, you want some other adult to come up with the idea, and do the task, and be responsible, and take the pressure off of you.
Yes. His brother lived with us for a year and I really liked living with him right up until he started quietly turning into an alcoholic up in his bedroom. I eventually had to give him the boot over it, but he was an awesome person to live with. He pulled his weight around the house which made it easier for me to pull my weight. We clicked. And he was always fixing something. Any little thing that was off he would tinker with it until it worked right again. I LOVE THAT in a man. Not that I can’t do those things too. This week I put in my own brake lights and replaced a piece that had come undone on my visor. Works perfect now. I can do it. It’s just that I have been doing those things my whole life. And it’s not just about honey-do’s. There is more to it than that, but that is one little part of it where I always feel like it falls to me for things to be maintained properly. I don’t want to shlep that off onto someone else. I would like to be the assistant sometimes and not the game caller.
Right – I can identify with that. Most of that stuff still falls to me as ‘the dude’, but there are a lot of things that I just don’t do, like laundry. Not that I can’t or don’t know how, I just for some reason hate it.
I don’t mind laundry. I prefer to do the laundry. I have very set rules on how it should be done like mixing the soap with the water first, then adding clothes. Towels with towels. Jeans and cargos together. Lighter cottons together. Reds washed separately. Stuff like that. I am not much for ironing though.
I think that’s probably it – my way differs from my wife’s way, so I just let her do it. And I especially hate folding.
That’s not really my favorite part either, but I will do as I am told.
I mean, years ago – not Mrs. Hotspur, who is, of course, as pure as the driven snow and as light as an angel.
Of course she is. We are all as pure as the driven snow. In my case, the yellow snow.
If no one has told you yet…don’t eat the yellow snow.
Frank Zappa did.
I knew you would catch it.
Do you still have records? I love the clarity of modern music, but I also enjoy the little pops you hear when listening to an old (or any at this point) record.
I respect a man with a thriving album collection, although I don’t see them around like I once did.
I have records, but I don’t have them. They’re all at my mom’s house. But I had a bunch of them. I confess that I am all about the MP3s, but in an age where even burning CDs is quaint, you know, you’ve got to keep up. And for some mysterious reason, we’ve never had a stereo system, so I only get to listen to balls-out over the air music loudly in the car, which obviously doesn’t have a record player.
I am all about the electronic age we are in too when it comes to music. And I am all about rockin’ with your cock out in the car. If I had a cock.
But, there is something quite romantic about sitting on the floor in front of a record player, records all spread out around you, and spinning the hits with the one who holds your eye. It’s lost favor, I know.
People probably bitched when the Victrola went out of style too.
And the 8-track, and … You know what I miss that people don’t really do anymore, regardless of the format, is just sit and listen to an album all the way through. Mostly because there aren’t that many albums worth listening to all the way through, but there are a few. Violator is one of them, speaking of Depeche Mode.
White Pony is an all the way through album. CD. Whatever. I skipped the 8-track stage, although I remember my parents having them.
I like the second Days of the New, People In Planes – As Far As The Eye Can See, lots of Japanese stuff, LostProphets – Start Something, one of the Seals but who the hell knows which one, lots of The Cure… But most albums now are hits and filler. And even some of the hits are filler.
The Patchwork Sub – is that you?
Sure, why not. thedreamingsub, thesleepingsub, thewaitingsub, thesometimesub, thepatchworksub. All me.
I meant, is that you in the picture”?
Oh no. Would you like to see a picture of me?
Sure, if you want…
http://weeeeeeeeeeeblog.wordpress.com/2013/02/10/for-mr-h/
password is hotspur
It won’t be staying up long. I was being silly and playing with photoshop.
Ummm. Hello? Did I lose you? Do I look like a hated ex-girlfriend or something?
ha ha – no, you’re fine. Just had to… well, I’ve been drinking a bit, and… you know.
Gotcha. I’m a little chilled out myself. Took one of my loopy pills for when I am feeling overwhelmed by anger or anxiety and now I am a bit loopy.
Hmmm – I hardly get angry. Even when we’re fighting, which is rare lately, one of us will look at the other and say something like “I love you, even though you’re being a bitch/asshole right now.”
Must be nice. I am overrun with emotions. Constantly. Too happy, too sad, too excited, too angry, too passionate, even when I am quiet, I am too quiet. That’s me. Too much.
You need to express yourself in writing. It helps – trust me.
I am trying. Just venting and recording my highs and lows is helping me. I think I write about boring crap, but I’ve been approached by a few real life friends who tell me what I write is completely fascinating to them. I always wonder, ‘Fascinating in like a Britney Spears shaving her head in public kind of way?’ I need to learn how to write poetry, but it feels so forced and I don’t have a natural talent for it. My fiction is not too bad. Yes, I should write more. It helps when I am writing for someone. It inspires me. If I were doing more kink and what- not I would probably write more, but I’m not so… Yeah, excuses. I know. Maybe I should just start writing in notebooks and not posting. Then I can write without the fear of being judged.
Can I take that pic down now?
Sure, if you’d feel more comfortable. Don’t worry about people – a certain number of people are going to totally love what you write.
Poetry is just recording thought fragments. They don’t even have to be directly related to each other – just leave an ‘afterfeeling’ in readers. Look at some Skinny Puppy lyrics for a great example.
I just write things and publish them, and some people think my stuff is stupid, and some love it, and some like it. Great. Different strokes, and stuff.
I love your poems. I could spend a lifetime reading them and that is no joke. Here’s the hard part for me…there isn’t much that I can’t do if I try. Poetry is something I love very much and yet it is so difficult for me. I don’t want something I love to be hard. I want it to flow out of me the same way it flows into me.
It’s difficult because you can’t control your emotions once they get out of you and on the screen.
But consider this – once you make yourself vulnerable, then in a very real way you have made yourself submissive to everyone who reads your poetry, your feelings. You have given them permission to comment on, play with, abuse your feelings and emotions.
Yes, that is one way of looking at it and a very valid perspective. You also climb inside of their head, you take hold of their imagination, you paint pictures of your choosing, you stun them with your ‘voom’. And by you, I mean you, not me.
Also, thank you!
You are welcome. May I take down that pic now?
See…a man in control of his emotions. Dom.
Just because you can control yourself doesn’t mean you can control other people.
It’s a step in the right direction. He who cannot control himself, can control no one. It comes down to what do you want. Do you want to control anyone? Do you want to dominate anyone? If you don’t, no big deal. But that story you wrote would indicate otherwise. That you at least have an interest in it and based on the story I would guess you are a switch if you are anything.
Which story? I guess I have an interest, or fascination, but I’m totally fine with my life, and I don’t really crave power because it’s just that much more responsibility.
The fairytale about the tailors.
Ah, that. Did you notice that Mister Dead was usually kind of submissive? But that was more about romance than roles or sex anyway.
I think I recall bondage and wax play. Yes, I noticed he was submissive. To me the whole thing was about power exchange. The ebb and flow. And that is D/s.
It was about trust.
It all comes down to trust. Without trust, you have nothing.
Don’t be alarmed, but I’m logging off WP. I keep thinking of things to write about, but I don’t want to write.
Alright, night then. I’m about to watch SnL anyway. Thank you for chatting me up. I feel better.
I’m glad you do.
Ha! You’re full of awesomesause. That’s awesome and saucy.
Don’t be sad.
It comes and goes. Give it a few hours (or days). I will be bouncing off the walls in no time.
Thank you though. You are sweet.
Life comes in waves – you’ve just got to be ready. And on the right beach.
Sometimes I look around and think, “Am I the only one who can really see what’s going on here?” I mean, yeah there is perspective and all, but it’s more than that.
I have noticed a lot of people wanting more, feeling like something is missing.
Do you feel that way? Sometimes?
Everyone does a little bit, but in general, I just need more money. I am happy with Mrs. Hotspur. She’s singing to me right now. And flirting.
Then you are the wealthiest man I know.
Wow, that’s a great way to put it. I wish you were wealthy too.
I am in many ways. Don’t let me fool you with my pity-party.
From Wikipedia…
Within a BDSM context, a Service Top is a partner who is the active participant, applying the activities or techniques of BDSM “play” upon (a) bottom partner(s), but who does not dominate the bottom, and instead acts upon the wishes and desires of the bottom. The application of various BDSM techniques may be requested, or even directed, by the bottom partners(s) who have de facto control of the context.
Yeah, I just looked there, silly. It’s like if one person is driving, but the other person is in the passenger’s seat giving directions.
You called me a silly-ass. :~) Wait, no you didn’t.
Yeah, that’s an apt comparison. My sister does that crap and it drives me crazy.
That was a very sweet thing of you to say, by the way.
Ha! I’m still laughing at the nonsense of the one about entering a realm.. for real WTF was that? Ha ha ha .. ~J
The Realm, or a realm?
You can probably open your own fortune cookie sayings line with the comments on your blog.
You are wise beyond your years, yet your appearance belies your age.
I used to love fortune cookies, because they had really great fortunes in them. Somewhere along the line, they became weird. My husband and I had Chinese for dinner. I just swiped the cookie off the counter, and I will deem it a message for you, Mr. Hotspur. … opening cookie … eating half … reading your message: “Where there is an open mind, there will always be a frontier.” You can have it. I am not going back to the days of the frontier. … eating second half.
Do you do that thing where you add ‘in bed’ or ‘when I’m drunk’ or ‘according to the prophecy’ at the end?
My message for you: “You received your greatest fortune the day your wife agreed to marry you.”
That is true!
I know you so well! You have been absent from replies a bit lately – everything OK?
I just needed a break, and I seriously had this narcolepsy-like thing. I wrote a poem about it over on… oh yeah. Never mind. But yeah, I had to take a break.
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