debatable

"have you blogged lately?"

no, not really. okay, barely. i gave myself permission to stop thinking about the questions i've debated over the past two years. i stopped thinking about what was the right word for things, what was the right way at all, and just did it.

for the record, i do want to state this: living together is different from not living together. but also, i always, always agreed with that. i think the problem occured with the definition not of TPE, but with 24/7.

i guess i've always interpreted "24/7" to be a state one existed in all the time. for example, i am, 24/7/365:

- female
- short
- irreligious
- literate

and...

- owned

am i in active service all the time? of course not. i'm not at his feet, sucking his cock, preparing his meals, keeping the house (and specifically, his bed) warm all the time. there are times when i stop to breathe and rub my painful shoulder. when i take a teensy bit longer in the bathroom than is absolutely necessary because i like how quiet it is. or when i decide to eat that second apricot because i can't believe how tasty the first one was.

in the entire time i have been involved in bdsm (i'm older than you think), i have only once met someone who claimed to be in active service 24/7/365. One. it involved chains, rope, absolute micromanaging, including surveillance cameras. If it's true, than that i believe to be 24/7 active service.

but really, when it comes down to it, who the fuck cares what someone else does in their dungeon? why is it so important that someone agrees with one's definition or someone else's? what is this, junior high?

this goes beyond a need for commonality in language. this becomes a power struggle between the holier-than-thou, and really, i'm just not interested. i don't do well with competition - i'd rather bow out gracefully. i think i figured out why the second most-popular topic of discussion is always "where are all the real people?"

they're not online. they're busy doing it.