Tuesday 17 December 2013

Red Hot

Just incase people didnt already know about this gallery here is a little snippet taken from huffington post:

"A sizzling, smoking hot exhibition celebrating the beauty of red-haired men will open in London next month. 
 The aptly named Red Hot project is the brainchild of photographer Thomas Knights and will attempt to reverse the stigmas attached to ginger men."
  He said: “Being a redheaded male myself it's close to my heart and a very personal project.
“It amazed me how our Western culture holds redheaded women to such high regard, almost the 'ultimate' female, and redheaded males in such low esteem; emasculated and de-sexualised in film and TV and literature.
“I don't think any other hair colour has this polarised opinion between genders. If you think about it, there are no Hollywood leading men with ginger hair, and no superheros or action stars.
“Actually, it's almost laughable to imagine a ginger action star, we have been conditioned to think ginger men are ugly and weak. I wanted to flip this on its head and present the redheaded male as the 'ultimate' alpha male.”

Also here are some of the male models featuring in the gallery incase you missed that too...

 
 

 This is where I reveal my reason for posting this. I confess I am a lover of ginger hair, yes even in men! I know this is not said by many women, perhaps becasue you are all too afraid to say it, but I love a ginger man...even better if hes got a ginger beard to go with it! In fact I love them so much I married a ginger. Perhaps my foundness for these copper haired men comes from how their pale skin and brightly coloured hair differes from my own olivly skin and almost black hair, or maybe I love them simply becasue I fell in love with a man who is ginger and therefore I find other men with similar features attractive, but whatever the reason, I am not ashamed of it. And when ever an idiot shouts across the street at my husband I am momenterily stunned that they should and can insult somthing so beautiful.

I'm glad they included a model who had tattoos in their gallery, I always thought my husband would look good with a tattoo due to his skin colour and am hoping that one day he may get one because I think it would look strikingly good on him.

So you can imagine my disapointment when it was revealed to me that the actor who is to play christian grey in the 50 shades movie is not ginger! (Not that I am a big supporter of the books... but im still going to watch the film hehe) I wonder if this is perhaps becasue hollywood didnt think a ginger man could pull it off and be sexy enough? or maybe there are not enough ginger actors (probably for the same reason that Thomas Knights was unable to find many professional ginger male models listed in any of the top agencies he called!). Or maybe they just over looked EL James' descriptions of a copper haired Chrisitan in their rush to start filming. I also wondered why Thomas Knight says that the only ginger actor anyone can think of is Damian Lewis....not true! What about Ewan McGregor? Mmmmmm Lets not forget about Ewan McGregor! Wouldn't he make a good christian? ok maybe he is a bit older than the character in the book but I always thought chrisitan was too young for that role anyways.

My Daddy says he'd like a cane...

I don't mind admitting that when my Daddy said he'd like a cane, I was quite alright with that. After looking at these images of frankly cane porn, im even more alright with that! Only afew weeks ago my Daddy was worried he may need one as walking aid due to his poorly knees, thankfully though a bit of physio seems to be helping, but he still has a fondness for the look of a well designed cane as an accessory to go with a suit (and he does look good in a suit)... not that he gets many opportunities to wear one :( Maybe he could start a revolution where by young attractive men go about their day to day business in smart suits mmmmmm yes please! Hes also a big fan of House lol

'Why I need pain with sex' Taken from a writing on fetlife

Why I need pain with sex.

I need pain. A lot of pain. I need your fist in my hair, yanking my head back. I need your nails and teeth. Everywhere, digging into my skin. I need your arm around my throat, tight enough to see stars. Or even until I pass out. I need your open hand to strike my face, my breast, my thigh, my ass. I need you to press down on my collar bones, pinning me to the bed. Because then I don't have to think.
I can do vanilla sex, I really can. I can take it gently. But I'm usually not in a headspace to enjoy it. My head spins, and the mental dialogue is endless. I worry too much about if I will orgasm, if my partner will. Are they enjoying it? Am I pleasing them? On and on.
When you add the pain, you add a point of focus. I enjoy pain for its own sake, but it is also very meditative. It keeps me in the moment. I can't think, and my mind turns off. I can only feel and respond as primal instincts kick in. We both become more real, visceral. I don't have to worry and focus and will my orgasm into being, because you rip it from my helpless body. I don't have to be concerned about pleasing you; the growl in the back of your throat is validation enough.
So use me. Hit me. Bite me. Scratch me. Make me scream. Bruise me. Choke me. Pull my hair out. I want to feel you in my bones and muscles and skin tomorrow. Because even when we're apart, I want to have the reminders. That for a little while, the only things in the world that existed were me and you.

PLEASE NOTE THE ORIGIONAL AUTHOR OF THIS WRITING WAS TheSluttyKoala

I rebloged this becasue I agreed with it, and I couldnt have put it more perfectly myself :)

Sunday 15 December 2013

I'm Sorry

_______________
To: Daddy
From: little n
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Message:
I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry for the way I have behaved, even before I know you are angry, as I am sure you will be angry with me...when you read what I have sent you. The thing is, sometimes I get a little out of control. I act like a brat. But I only do so because I want to get noticed, to get a response. Sometimes I just keep pushing you until you can take no more. I try to make you angry on purpose, and then regret it. As I write this, and I imagine how angry you may get at me, I find I am already sorry for that I have done before it is even realised. I imagine your anger rising up in you and I want to kneel before you and just submit to you, there see, I can do it. My anger soon diminishes and turns to love on witnessing yours. Your anger means something to me. It means you care, and it shows you are in control. When a person is angry they lose a bit of their control over themselves, a bit of their true self comes out. It is when you are angry that I feel closest to you;  when your emotions are raw and plain for me to see. Perhaps you are not angry. Perhaps I am just making this all up in my head. If that is true then I am heart broken. If I may do as I please without angering you then you do not care for me at all. If you do not get angry with me then you just lie down and take it. Pathetic. Don't you see? I need a man who can get angry with me, and put me back into my place. I need boundaries, I need your guidance, your control over me. If I over step the mark, then tell me. If I test you, let it be known that it is unacceptable. I will try to push you, but do not give in. You have to be strong, stronger than I. Be a man, get angry and tell me off. Show your passions; do not be quiet and melancholic as I so often am. Because if you do not do this, I think I might go completely out of control and destroy this relationship and by the time you react and make me realise what I am doing, it will be too late. The damage will have been done. So please be firm and strong with me dear husband, and show your wife that you love her, always.  

Saturday 14 December 2013

I love this movie (Dangerous Method) she has Daddy issues...just like me ;)

A Dangerous Method (2011)
daddys little girl
Sub on a leash in the street.
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Yes daddy

Lolita heart shaped glasses....I want some!

Wildfox Couture Lolita Sunglasses

More Pretty Dresses


really cute chocolate lolita
Lolita, to cute!
Why can't it be socially acceptable to wear these every day? I would buy so many in a heartbeat if I could afford them. Lolita/japanese/modern renaissance fashion
Slightly Steampunked Classic Lolita. I love the rich browns in this outfit.
Simple and classic, could also work with shorter sleeves, or in other dark colors like navy, forest green, etc.

Little Lo teasing Humbert


Just read this scene in lolita

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=FyuhaJMIAaI

Little Lo and her Daddy


Nancy Wilde

jeremy irons in LolitaDominique Swain and Jeremy Irons in Lolita (1997)LolitaJeremy Irons and Dominique Swain, Lolita
Jeremy Irons Dominique Swain Lolita

Love this!

Time out corner

My mood darkens





Today, my mood is dark, my thoughts darker still. I find that being alone today has not helped this, in fact, it may have caused this. Today I struggle with my own mind as I often do, and my reading material (Vladimir Nabokov's novel Lolita) has only encouraged me. Today my thoughts turn to sex, pain and self-injury. I do not know why it is that they should be so today; perhaps it is because I am idle. I have a cold and thus have done very little compared to the way I usually rush around keeping myself busy. Perhaps this is what I am and what I would be like if I did not schedule my days so. I do not usually give myself time for much reflection and so spend most of my time numb. But today I am feeling feisty, angry and defiant. I want to be noticed, and I want to do something outrageous. Today I am not content with life, I want to feel alive. I want to be thrilled and excited, but instead I find myself lying here on the sofa with a blanket over my knee alone like some old woman. Today I can only dream and lose myself in my fantasies. And perhaps once I’ve finished this bottle of wine I will not care about my frustrations and torment, about the fact that I am screaming on the inside but silent on the outside. For the first time in many months I found myself compelled to cut again, but I walked away from it and now I am wondering why I did so as I have still not found any release, and am unlikely to feel any such release for the foreseeable future unless things drastically change round here (which they are unlikely to). And so perhaps in another week, I will have given up and I will pick up that blade after all to find my release, and the cycle shall begin again. 


Thursday 12 December 2013

Cute little girl Dresses

Classical Vintage Merry Christmas New Princess Stacked Lolita Costume Full Dress
Free Shipping Classical Ladies New Vintage Lolita Ball Costume Girly Full DressClassical Moulin Victorian Maiden Free Shipping New Lolita Costume Vintage DressGothic Halloween Beautiful Lovely New Lolita Costume Alice Ladies Fine Emo DressRosen Rozan Maiden Girly Gothic Fresh Halloween New Lolita Costume Lace Dress szHell Green Chic Gothic Cotton Visual Pretty Girly Lolita Costume Handmade DressSweet Love Lolita Sexy Enchanting Costume Cosplay Princess Dress Free ShippingGothic Seelveless New Corset Ladies Glam Lolita Costume Moulin Party Full DressClassical Victorian Maiden Burgundy New Wine Merry Christmas Ladies Lolita Dress
I love these, but at over £50 each I dont think I can afford one right now!

My obssesion with Alice in Wonderland

The story of Alice is one we all know well but what perhaps many of you do not know is that Lewis caroll was in love with alice. There is no evidence to suggest that anything happened between them, other than Lewis Carrols photography which although not acceptable in todays world, was not so unusual then. Here is a modern interpetation written in an article for the telegraph:

The Arrest and Trial of Lewis Carroll
Children's writer Lewis Carroll was a "seriously unmarried bachelor" who befriended pre-pubescent girls and told them ambiguous tales while taking their photographs, the Old Bailey heard. In the latest showbusiness paedophile scandal his behaviour was described as "curiouser and curiouser". Carroll, 31, who is being tried under his real name Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, is a mathematics lecturer at Oxford University who writes unusual books for children. "He'd never get away with it today," said Robert Prude, QC, prosecuting. The court was told of Carroll's love for Alice Liddell, whom he first met when she was four. "We became excellent friends," he wrote in a diary seized by detectives.
Carroll enjoyed picnics with little girls, took them on boat trips to a shaded park, and even allegedly proposed to 11-year-old Alice when he himself was 31. He is a quiet man, prone to bouts of melancholy. He was arrested last month in an all-units police raid, part of "Operation Wonderland". The middle-aged logician and maths don, who has never married, was charged under the Retrospective PaedophileHysteria Act, in connection with a stash of suspicious photographs. They were removed from his Oxfordshire house.
He has been suspended from his teaching duties at Christ Church. Bookshops are removing his work from their shelves."The poor fellow is ruined," said his solicitor. Outside the Central Criminal Court, protesters screamed insults. Mr Justice Mobb broke his gavel trying to bring the court to order after hissing and shouts of "Perv!" from the public gallery. 
Mr Prude said that Carroll wrote stories about a girl called Alice who meets various animals including a snake and oysters. One involved Alice in "the Queen's garden".
Judge Mobb, sharply: "Queen? What sort of queen?"
Mr Prude: "Well might you ask, m'lud."

Evidence was heard from a psychoanalyst who remarked that Carroll's stories were fraught with sexual imagery. "That business with the rabbit hole, I mean, it's obvious," said an expert psychiatric witness. "And the Cheshire pussy-cat? Please."
Carroll was an early buyer of "photographic apparatus" and at the heart of this case is the fact he had shot hundreds of portraits of children - scores of pretty young things who were commonly asked to pose with naked feet or in short boots with white socks.
 
Young Alice Jane Donkin was shown climbing out of a window for an 1862 photograph called "The Elopement". Irene MacDonald, aged four, was snapped in her nightie, brushing her hair. "Grooming," noted Mr Prude, a word now shorn of its innocence.
 
Many of the photo sessions were conducted in the garden of another celebrity, Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Mr Rossetti has been questioned by police and released without charge - but not before police had tipped off the media.
Mrs Liddell, Alice's mother, said she found Carroll's photography tiresome. She recalled that one winter she and her husband left for Madeira. The first day after their departure Carroll presented himself at the door of the Liddells' house and stayed to "nursery" dinner. Alice was not always accompanied by her governess, Miss Prickett.

Carroll, who is close to his aunt, is a complex man who has difficulty making adult friendships. He stammers, is a fastidious opponent of smoking and prone to melancholy.

"To some he sounds like an obvious child molester," Carroll's defence counsel said. "Is it just possible that he is simply a lonely, creative oddball who knows his genius can only be ignited by the company of what in one elegy he has called 'a childish sprite' "?

 This makes interesting reading, and it is easy to see how by modern standards, Lewis carroll could be viewed as a peadophile. But is Lewis Carroll was alive today, it is very probable that he would not have acted in this way, and therefore we cannot judge him to harshly as he was afterall living in a different time. If we look at him in the context of his own time Lewis Carrol become less of a preditor and more of a tragic story teller who fell in love with a little girl called alice. Again I stress that there is no evidence that he molsested her or harmed her in any way. Indeed, acorrding to Katie Roiphe's book she still haunts me his feelings for alice where romantic, not those which we would ordinarly asociate with somone acused of being a peadophile.

My interest in alice stems from my wonderment as to what it must be like to be alice, to have this older man feel these things for you. What must alice think about all of this? We know a little about what Lewis Carroll felt about it, he was troubled by it and did not find it an easy thing to bear. But he seemed to deal with it by entertaining her, by immersing himself in her world. Telling her stories to amsue and entertain her. What must it have felt like to alice to have this man who was so enchanted by her, want to spend his time with her. I think she must have felt like a very special little girl to have had all this attention! Perhaps she loved him to in an innocent sort of way, in the way child loves a parent. Perhaps as alice grew older this love blossomed, perhaps not. Perhaps as she grew older she became disturbed by Carrolls treatment of her, we will never know. What I do know is how I felt at that age, as a young adult. 

when I was a young teen I did have strong sexual feelings for older people who I knew were not attainable because I was not old enough. Perhaps I only like the story of alice becasue I imagine myself as alice getting such attention from somone older, a father figure, and how great that would have felt. I was so despirate for love and to be noticed at that age and I really wanted somthing to happen, to feel cherished in the way that alice was by lewis carrol. To be made to feel like a princess is what every girl wants, to be loved and to matter to somone who is willing to take care of you. When you are a child you are so utterly dependant on those around you that it can cause anxiety. This anxiety is relived when you are reasured that you are not a burden, that you are loved and wanted. Now that I am an adult, of course my sexuality is wound up in all this, and it is natural for me to feel sexual urges towards those who offer me this kind of love and thus blossoms the D/lg dynamic.


Acting Out Vs Acting In; Why I am an Acting In borderline

I explained in my last post that I am an 'Acting in' or 'high functioning' borderline. By this I mean that I do not outwardly display many borderline features, I am very self awear and I keep them hidden from people. Of course this has not always been the case and somtimes I am unable to maintain this facade. Somtimes I will have outbursts of anger, I will shout and lash out, but when I do so I know that even that outburst is fractional compared to what I could be like, what I would be if I 'lost control'. This makes me think of the Evanescence song 'lose control':

"Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once."

Somtimes keeping all this inside is exhausting and I wish I could just let myself lose control. I envy those who are in a 'safe' environment (ie. a psychiatric ward) in which they no longer have to act sane, they can just let it all out, be as mental as they like and its ok, thats what everyone expects. But when you are married and have a job and people depend on you being reliable and stable it becomes impossble to find a release for all these thoughts and feelings caused by BPD. This may be one of the reasons behind my depression. Having this much control over myself is somwhat of a self sacrifice and it often leads to impulsive behaviours such as drinking, self harming either through cutting or not eating). This all leads to alot of guilt which in turn is another cause of depression. My feelings of shame, guilt and self loathing have never gone away, and I am afraid that my husband will see me for who I am and then reject and abandon me. I'm terrified of fucking this up, so I push him away. Keeping all this in is somtimes too much and I can get irritable especially with my husband. I resent him somtimes because I am fighting a constant battle to 'be normal' and he does not realise it (I guess I do a good job), does not comprehend it or understand and somtimes I dont feel like I get enough back in return for all my efforts to apear normal for his sake. 

In some ways being an acting out borderline is a healthier way to be, even though on the surface of it it may apear that they are more ill. I wouldn't be surprised if acting in borderlines had a greater incidence of depression than those who are low functioning. I certainly think that high functioning borderlines get overlooked and are less likely to get a diagnosis of BPD than somone who is clearly displaying all of the symptoms. When I look at the criteria I can identifiy will nearly all of them, but if you asked somone else if they thought I had those symptoms, even if you asked my husband, they would probably all say no. But if you were to really examine my life, my behaviour and if you had unlimited acess to all the things I have done and said then you would see them there, just more subtly in the background. And if you where to open up my mind and peer into it, you would see them quite clearly.

BPD is manifested by a pervasive pattern of instability of interpersonal relationships, self-image, and affects, and marked impulsivity beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by five (or more) of the following:

  1. Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment. Note: Do not include suicidal or self-mutilating behavior covered in (5).
  2. A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation. This is called "splitting."
  3. Identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.
  4. Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., spending, sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating). Note: Do not include suicidal or self-mutilating behavior covered in (5).
  5. Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self-mutilating behavior.
  6. Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood (e.g., intense episodic dysphoria, irritability, or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days).
  7. Chronic feelings of emptiness.
  8. Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent physical fights).
  9. Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms.

Wednesday 11 December 2013

The importance of pain for self soothing

Today I came across a blog post (which you can find here) in which it was explained why people who have BPD (borderline personality disorder) find physical pain a good way of coping.


"In patients with borderline personality disorder, they found evidence of heightened activation of limbic circuitry in response to pictures evocative of positive and negative emotions, consistent with their reported emotion regulation problems. Amygdala activation also correlated with self-reported deficits in emotion regulation. However, the thermal stimuli inhibited the activation of the amygdala in these patients and also in healthy controls, presumably suppressing emotional reactivity.


Dr. John Krystal, Editor of Biological Psychiatry, commented, "These data are consistent with the hypothesis that physically painful stimuli provide some relief from emotional distress for some patients with borderline personality disorder because they paradoxically inhibit brain regions involved in emotion. This process may help them to compensate for deficient emotional regulation mechanisms.""

The origional blogger notes her own pain responces; "I don’t know about you, but I find this easily relatable. I didn’t really need neurological imaging and a battery of scientific tests to tell me I feel better emotionally after the experience of physical pain, but it really is a concept that is incredibly misunderstood by people. I personally have (had) a number of different reasons for why I turn to self-harm, but ultimately I think the main goal was to simply find some relief."... which I can also relate to. She also notes that when she is in emotional distress she will actively seek it (pain) which is also true for me. I often find that when my mind is full of  negative emotions my first instinct is to cut or harm myself. I find that my mind bombards me with so many of these thoughts it can be distressing especially if these thoughts turn to suicide. I also find that if I do not act on these impulses when these thoughts first apear, they can take along time to disapate, as I can find no other release which is as effective as pain. They will continue to bother me untill I eventually give in to them or I do somthing else impulsive but equally if not more so destructive in some other way. Therefore pain is a good release, and I have found that whilst cutting is effective, the longest lasting and most effective pain is that which is administered to me by a third party.

"physical pain actually inhibits the experience of emotional turmoil" 

 

Whist I hated being spanked as a child (it was usualy more like one ot two wacks across the thigh or bottom enough to make me cry) spanking is the most effective pain for relieving my emostional distress. I dont just mean 1, 2, 3 and your done. I mean a sustained and steady session of spankings starting slowly and building up to a steady rythm untill each hit is just painfull enough to bear but not so painfull that they make me cry out sustained for 10 minutes or more untill I have calmed down. I feel that this is the best way of helping me through 'an episode'. After which I may wish to be alone, or to be held and nurtred. Im abscence of this method, I have and will turn to cutting, but I find this more shamefull and I also have to deal with the unwanted consequences that come from my husbands disapointment when he eventualy finds out as he so often does.

I think this may also be a symptom of me being a 'high functioning' or 'acting in' (rather than acting out) borderline. If I were a 'low functioning' or 'acting out' borderline I would probably find release in taking out my pain on somone else or in a more visable fashion (I hide my self harm) rather than concealing it and taking it out on myself in a 'controled' and private way. I know the destructive power of my emotions and I do not wish to harm anyone else. I am also scared that if I act out, I will be rejected and abandoned as I am awear of how they may be taken and  how much hurt they may cause. Therefore it is better that I do not act out, and that I 'act in' instead. This works fine so long as I am able to hide my distress completely which 90% the time I am able to. But somtimes it slips out, somtimes somone sees the cuts and once somone else is awear of it and what I have done to myself, I may aswell have acted out as it makes little difference. All this makes for a very lonely and isolated existance, but it is a burden I feel I must bare, and so my self soothing through pain remaines a reliable method when things get too much. The problem with spanking is that it involves a third party; my husband. Which means for it to work, I would have to go to him each time I felt this way which means it would be like I acted out as it would still be effecting him. And whilst he may not object to the idea of spanking me, it may trouble him to know just how often I needed it. 


High Functioning BPDer taken from 'Beyond the Borderline personality'

High Functioning, low functioning - Part two: High function in Borderline Personality Disorder

Getting back on track.

High-functioning borderlines act perfectly normal most of the time. Successful, outgoing, and well-liked, they may show their other side only to people they know very well. Although these BP's may feel the same way inside as their less-functional counterparts, they have covered it up very well-so well, in fact, that they may be strangers unto themselves. Non-BP's involved with this type of BP need to have their perceptions and feelings confirmed. Friends and family members who don't know the BP as well may not believe stories of rage and verbal abuse. Many non-BP's told us that even their therapists refused to believe them when they described the BP's out-of-control behavior. 



This description of High Functioning BPD is spot on for me. Even down to the comment about the therapist refusing to believe me when I told her about the out of control behavior of my youth. The violence and uncontrollable wrath. (Which I discuss here).

One of the biggest differences between high functioning and low functioning BPDs is the ability to recognize how much of a problem this disorder is and not allow it to overrun their lives completely. To recognize how adversely it will affect their professional and social lives if they let anyone see it. To make a conscious decision to present a different image. I see clearly how easily it can consume my life and destroy my relationships. I can foresee the results of letting go of  my control. Foresee how other people will react to how I feel and impulsively want to react; alienation and abandonment from the people I need to have around me. In understanding how this impulsive behavior can affect me, I can avoid some of these behaviors.

I’ve always refused to be controlled. By anyone, or even by my Self; me darker urges. Always fighting against letting this overrun my life. I won’t tell you this is easy. It’s a constant struggle, one that I am not able to overcome some days. Often it feels like a losing battle. But this war isn’t over and I’m doing all that I can to gain an advantage over this enemy within. I analyze myself, my behavior, how I interact with others, how I present myself. I push myself to get out of bed and live my life out loud.

When I meet new people it sometimes feels like I’m living a split personality. The witty, sociable, successful woman that knows everyone and laughs a lot. It’s not until I reluctantly let someone closer to me, that my façade begins to break down. Little by little letting them see who I really am. I guess part of me still is that sociable hostess that smiles and masquerades. It’s not a complete picture though. I hide the darker aspects of myself as long as I can. To the casual observer, I do this very well. To those rare few that are willing to break through my mask, they see how much I’m crumbling inside. Maybe not the full extent, because part of me still refuses to show such weakness to anyone, but when I am in closer contact with people that seem to care about me, it is impossible to continue to hide who I can be.

Low functioning BPDs tend to externalize their problems; unable to maintain a regard for those around them, consumed by their own emotional catastrophes, they lash out at each instance of instability; lost in the moment. While high functioning BPDs may feel the exact same emotional crisis, they tend to internalize more. Instead of lashing out in the moment, they control the impulse and wait until they are alone and take it out on themselves. Only affecting those absolutely closest to them. To the person suffering, and to those around and caring for the person suffering, one is not better than the other. Not emotionally, not mentally. For me, while I may not be able to stop the emotional melt down, I can usually recognize that, despite how it feels, my world is not actually ending. Having at least one solid relationship, one stable support makes an incredible difference as well. Knowing that there is someone I can turn to, that is willing to help me, see that there will be a tomorrow can make all the difference. Tomorrow I will pick myself up, and do what I need to do. The same as the day before, and the day before that. There is a small comfort in knowing the sun does continue to rise, and tomorrow is one more chance to keep going. Sometimes we just need a reminder.

High functioning BPs often consume their daily lives with a self imposed structure; scheduling away every hour, every minute. Proactively attempting to avoid emotional disaster. This provides an external stability that makes the internal instability a little easier to bear. While things are so frantic inside, there is a calm in knowing there is order in the world. I have done this ever since I was little. Every hour scheduled away with activities, sports, studying. At University when I was so often alone, at some of the loneliest points I’ve ever been in, I kept a ridiculous course load, maximizing the number of credits I could take, developing rigorous study schedules that consumed my day allowing little time to be left to my own thoughts. This didn’t always work. It didn’t actually fix the fact that the sadness and depression was still there, waiting to surface when I could no longer keep up my guard. But in pushing myself, providing myself with a goal, I had something to reach for. Something to motivate me to keep going.

Maybe that’s another attribute of the high functioning BP; the ability to look to the future. Having something to look forward to, to reach for and achieve… It’s hard not to feel a little proud, a little relieved in knowing that such things can still be accomplished, despite it all. 

This short essaywas taken from Beyond the Borderline Personality

Vanilla Daddy

A week or so ago I had another outburst..at work. I flooded you with texts about my disatisfaction with our relationship, our sex life, and its lack of meaning. You were not prepared for the things I said, and as usual responded with 'I dont know what you want', 'Its hard for me', 'I dont know what to do', 'why does it have to be that way all the time?' and 'why cant you enjoy normal sex like I can/why does it have to be rough?'.

Firstly, you should know by now what I want, and if you don't it is your own fault for not listening or taking the initive. I have tired to include you in online disscussions, I have made my blog and my fetlife profile availible to you so that you can read about my fetishes and more importantly over the last 2 years I have discussed them with you...or where you just not taking it in?

 secondly I know it is hard for you, maybe you find it embarracing your wife calling you Daddy...I understand that, but I think it is more embarracing for me. Personally I find it much easier to carry out somone elses desire or fetish than my own. Doing somthing for somone else does not leave you vulnrable, it is not your deep dark desire, it is mine, my secret, my shame, not yours so you need not feel ashamed or embrraced about it.

 Thirdly you should know what to do becasue we have disscussed this, and more to the point, its not about having a script and being perfect. Its about taking on a role and doing what feels right to you. Not all fathers are the same, and not all doms are the same, and Daddy doms are no different! Countless bloggs list the qualities of a 'proper Dadddy Dom'  but the truth is, they are what they are. Who they choose to be. It is down to personal preferance, personal interpretation. What I think of, may not be what you think of, and thats ok because really daddies are often not the perfect beings thier daughters wish them to be either! We all have faults and little quirks.

Fourthly, I never said it had to be all the time, somtimes would be a good start! Although I will admit that I would like this to be a dynamic in our relationship that could become 24/7 in the home, but I am willing and happy to start at the begining and see how we get on! But if we dont even do it somtimes, you can't complain I want it all the time!

Fifthly (is that even a word or have I just made that one up?...nevermind), I have asked myself why I cannot enjoy 'normal sex' the way that you can. I have wondered if I am really in love with you, or if I am just in love with the idea of you. Why I must have you play this role...and I came to an interesting conclusion. My normal is not your normal! so simple! To me this dynamic is normal. It is then that I feel I can be my true self, call me stunted I dont care. It may seen strange to you that I am that child like person inside but it is true and 'normal' or vanilla sex to me feels like a role play, a bit of an act, not really real.

 I have also realised afew things about my attraction to you as it has come to my attention that I may have fallen for you because you reminded me of my Daddy. Not my biological father, he was not my Daddy, he was never much of a father emotionally as you well know and have seen for youself, but my great grandfather. You have herd me talk about him on many occassions, and although you never met him, you have herd about him and seen pictures. When my great grandmother remarked before her passing, that you reminded her of her husband, I thought it was funny, and did not take it too seriously. But now that I have seen pictures of him as a younger man  and  have grown to understand him from a more adult perspective, I think that she was right. You have some similar personality traits and even look similar, let this not diminish what we have, it is ment as a compliment; it is well known that a girls first love is her Daddy.


You are a decent man, one who loves with all his heart, but who can get caught up on the unimportant material things in life. My great grandfather too had his faults, which for a long time I was unwilling to accept and I wouldnot hear of it from relatives who would speak of his less favourable traits. I idolised him, and thought that if i were to accept his faults it would diminish the love I recieved from him and felt for him in return. I realise now that I was wrong and I have with time been able to accept that he was at times harsh with people, but not with me, and stubborn and able to take a grudge, but he mellowed in his old age and was always good to me. In accepting this I have perhaps a more grounded view of my grandfather.

 I have found it difficult also, perhaps due to my mental health condition which makes it hard for me to see both sides of the specturm, to see the good and the bad in you and accept them both in conjunction with each other. I know I have a tendancey to only see the good, or only see the bad which can make me harsh and cold towards you when I am unable to see your good qualities. I accept that I may be exepecting too much too soon. I want the whole world on my plate. I often 'dont see the wood for the trees' and get so caught up in the end result that I cannot find the resources to actually make things happen, to turn words into action. But I do try to correct my faults which I am all too awear of, and thats a start.

...and so I find myself at a crossraods, and I do not know which way to turn. I feel as if I have been standing here for some time. I keep returning to this place unable to move on. Should I just forget about this whole thing?.. as I have often wondered about my religion. What then if I where to walk away and leave this behind? Would I be able to be happy? I think you might be happier in which case is it fair on you? But wouldnt I resent you in time? Would I have regrets? Isnt this all just too hard, too time consuming and exhaughsting to bother with? Why put myself through this? I know that if I do not take the next step, whatever it is, I will be stuck here forever. And if I do not make it happen, I may well be full of regret and 'what ifs'. But I also fear that in taking a step towards my goal, my desire, I might also be taking a step away from you towards the arms of somone else. I want us to take these steps together, hand in hand. I know it is not going to be easy but I cannot and do not want to do this alone or with sombody else. That would be a great loss to me and I would be full of regret, but at the present time I do not see how this is possible between us. I do not think it likely that you will undergo some great transformation and be the perfect Daddy as I have envisioned it, I have to be realistic. I think there needs to be compramise on both parts, comitment and alot of talking.

Monday 2 December 2013

'Its okay. I'll give you what you're afraid to ask for' a short essay on expectations


Reading those words and the idea of hearing that said to me is really powerfull. Im sure I am not alone in feeling this way, as many women also feel as if their sexuality is still taboo despite the fact that we live in a 'pornificated' society. Unfortanatley though many of us still feel that if we tell our partners kinky or vanilla what we really think about in bed, that we will be rejected or that our fantisies will never be realised even if they do not react in disgust at the idea of you calling them Daddy and needing a spanking. And I have found that to be somwhat true, because the problem is girls, men just dont think the same way as we do...well most of them don't.

If you go onto a male blog you are likely to find many sexual images. You can find them on a womans blog too of course, but male blogs tend to have more sexualy explicit imagry and more images in general than on a female blog. Females like to write, to think and express themselves. We use our minds alot, and we are not different when it comes to sex. Go onto a male blog and you often wont find a great deal of content, just page after page of sexualy explicit imagry, which is fine, but its not sexy. Much like a strip dancer is much less sexy than a burlesque dancer. (Men may scratch their heads at this one and think 'but a stripper takes all her clothes off how can she be less sexy?' Indeed she does, but it is they way she does it.) What men and women find sexy can be very different.

I am begining to realise as I get older (ok so I know im still only 23 lol) that men and women really do think about sex differently. For men, it remains a very visual thing. For me, it is about what is hidden underneith. What is going on in the mind. And there is nothing less sexy than when you look at your partner and you realise there is nothing going on in there!

Those words therefore are powerfull, becasue they are so rare. For a man to understand what a woman wants, without her having to go through the humiliation (and eventual disapointment as her man fails to live up to her desires and expectations) of having to spell out every detail. Somtimes I wish that a man could offer me this. But I am not sure there are many men out there living on this planet who are capable of such a statement. They'd have to be just as kinky, if not kinky than me to truely understand the implication and meaning of those words.

I have at least once perhaps more, met men who have this quality to them. The ability to see through me, to know my secrets and desires by just looking at me. Meeting these men can somtimes be disturbing and fightening and may very well leave you feeling a little breathless! Us women walk around not realising the sorts of signals we give off, what traces we leave behind when we say somthing a certain way, look a certain way or react to somthing because we are used to being ignored. Then when somone does pick up on it, and responds to you in such a way that they are telling you that they know you mind suddenly you feel very vulnrable. Its awakeing, exciting and realy fucking scary! It all becomes a rush, every look, glance, stare, brush of the hand sends a signal straight down to your groin and makes your face burn. He knows to much, you think. You walk away feeling humiliated, but you return later for the thrill. These men are one of a kind, and they make a lasting impression. 

If more men where able to look beyond the physical and delve into the minds of their partners then we might all enjoy better sex lives. Sadly though, most men do not realise this. For me, sex is all in the mind and does not just happen in the bedroom. A convosation can have me feeling much more aroused than a touch or an image. If men really want to please women, then they should learn this, and be prepared to delve in a womans mind, and talk of nothing else but sexual fantisies all day long! Then perhaps when you are at home in bed at night, when her mind is alive with all that has been said, she will be ready for you and she will not utter the words 'not tonight darling, I have a headache'.

The sad fact is that much of womens erotica, and the little sayings and quotes such as the one above are written by women, for the enjoyment of themselves and other women. You will likely not ever hear a man say those words, becasue they where thought up by a woman and written by a woman.