Tattoos, piercings and bondage

A friend of mine sent me a link to a bondage Blog that had a rather "humorous" video. I didn't think it was that funny, but I understood why she thought it was. It was dark humor at best. And, I still wonder why she was on this particular site -- hmmm.. I looked around the site and even went to some links to free video trailers, and I must say that I was shocked, amused and embarrassingly entertained. And, they were wide-screen, high def, Blue Ray-type media, for FREE! I guess if you want to see the entire video you must pay for a subscription. These short trailers where enough for me to get the idea.

Actually if you're going to watch people being tied up, spanked, whipped and sexually molested, it's probably healthier than watching a "splatter film" where people, usually young girls, are being hacked up, tortured and killed in a movie. I worry about people who take pleasure in watching this film noir. At least you know that the recipient of the sexual abuse in a bondage video is getting off on it, and enjoying it to the point of orgasm -- make that orgasms. As a matter of fact each "submissive" girl is interviewed after her molestation and talks while grinning about how much fun she had.

Back to the subject at hand. While watching this series of videos I noticed that almost all the girls who enjoy this pain and volunteered to partake in these videos had tattoos -- more than one tattoo and of course, piercings. Could it be that before these gals discovered these people that will abuse them for free (or pay them), they were actually forking over big bucks to some "tattoo artist" to inflict some pain and humiliation whenever they felt they needed some abuse? Most of these websites are "timeline" blogs, and I went back months and even years following the same girls who showed up for these photo opps of pain and sexual abuse. I noticed that these girls had not had any new tattoos since they discovered these bondage sites. I'm a stickler for detail.

Anyway, the whole thing, though shocking, seems harmless enough. You just have to wonder what kind of home environment these girls came from to where they take pleasure in this kind of abuse?
So if you see a girl with too many tattoos or piercings, they could be at the bottom of the "self worth" scale and would probably like to be spanked and molested by the right man or woman. And afterward, told of the internet abusers that will inflict the pain they desire while actually paying them for it -- Making it possible for them to get their pain-on, and getting a part-time job too.

Here's an example of the free bondage trailer. Click the little arrow to crank it up. (WARNING: not for the timid)... Click
Here's the "thinking man's" bondage blog that was sent to me: Click

Walking, running, whatever and the lawn show

It's getting hot so it's best to exercise in the mornings as we did today at about seven.

I've charted out a three-mile walk/run/whatever through our hilly desert neighborhood. In the A.M. most yards are being watered by their timers. As we move down the streets we see that the yards are all landscaped and being blasted with water as if we are nowhere near the desert. Each yard has neatly trimmed grass that sits up on its own roots and stops abruptly at any concrete, brick or tile like a tiny, tidy wall. Quite unnatural, but somehow pleasing.

I get the idea that the residents don't really give a hoot about growing and nurturing plants, mainly because no matter what time of the day I do the walk/run/whatever I've never seen any homeowner actually working their yard. I see many lawn services doing it, however, but never the residents.

The people living in these homes rarely see the lush garden they have created and turned over to strangers to care for. Perhaps it's a visual gift for anyone passing by or the people across the street. Not unlike a gaudy and anal Christmas decorated home.

I've come to the conclusion that each lawn is a presentation of neighborhood conformity. And, I wish my lawn could at least be as healthy-looking as these.

Headscratcher:
Oh, and when I lived in south Florida, where it rains almost every day in the summer, we could only water twice a week. Here in the "dry" desert there seems to be no water restrictions. Go figure.