<Peter> sex
<Peter> niet he
> groene thee
<Peter> lekker
> achterban
> 8733
<Peter> lekker
<Peter> ik wil je opdrinken
> baan
> achttien
> morgen=
<Peter> en niet geil ik wel
> cdhoes
> jij wachtkamer
> worm?
<Peter> Haarlem en jij
> achterkant warmethee waard=
<Peter> heb jij een geil poesje
> zandpapier in 733
<Peter> geef je 06 eens
> 442211245
> 9022763
<Peter> haha
> gorilla tafel
<Peter> dat is niet goed schatje je durft niet
> box
<Peter> ik wil je lekker opwinden nu met geil praatjes lekker samen op bed gaan liggen en elkaar opdrachtjes geven
> box
<Peter> welke box
<Peter> sex box
> box
<Peter> doei dan maar
> box
[Thu Oct 09 13:36:00 CEST 2008] Peter heeft de privéchat verlaten.

Mr Big Daddy: Hoi, woon weliswaar nie in tilbury,kom r wel'ns om te werke'n ,wil je graag leren kennen!Ben type reserve papa:lief maar indienodig zeer gestreng met 4keur 4 boeiende blote billekoek 4't vrouwtje;over Big Daddy's Knie genomen worden = heel spannendame,geloof me!! grt Big Daddy

Wow, over onleesbaar gesproken. Mijn reactie:  "Eh. Nee". Daar heeft deze grote papa wel een mening over:

Mr Big Daddy: Jammer kennelijk doe jij hevig aan leeftijds discriminatie:deze oudere Jongere:was eens en voelt zich nog net zo piep als jij nu nog bent!
U zou toch moeten weten dat degenen:die (levens)ervaring,liefde,empathie en jou de volle ruimte en nog veel meer; kan geven op grond van zoiets absoluuts en wat je vroeger of later gewoon overkomt;Leeftijd uit/buitensluit..
Jongedame ooit ga jij ook voelen hoe dat aanvoelt!!
Big Daddy is zo vrij om te denken dat jij dan ook jouw geluk uitsluit (om een voorbeeld te noemen : Big Daddy!!)want meisje leeftijd is door ons verzonnen:vroeger werd het donker en weer licht;meer niet!!
Sowieso loop jij met een @ geen risico en'n xtra bron en'n luisterend oor kan nooit kwaad,integendeel zelfs,anytime,always and everywhere!

Toch alle goeds,liefs en geluk gewenst,


Mr(sugar) Big Daddy

xxxX


BWaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahahaahaha! :D
 

I'm not sure, but I think I'm a bit unhappy about my social life. I know a lot of people, I see a lot of people, but each of these persons I only see every once in a while. There is nobody except Sander who I see daily, or every coupe of days. There are some students I know and hang out with, but most of the people I know have started their Masters degree. I like Sanders friends, but they feel like his friends. I love Jolinda, but I don't see her often. I love all of my friends but they all live far away so I see them every two or three weeks. I'm used to having people close to me and I miss that. This sucks. I actually feel a little bit lonely.

You can walk around naked and shake your booty at eachtother.
You can come home and there's always someone fun there, or he's coming home soon as well.
Sander can slap my ass with his limp dick as I'm doing dishes.
You can make silly jokes for hours untill you're sick of silly jokes and then joke about that.
I can search the internet for gayporn on his laptop while he's cutting his toenails.
You can touch eachothers genitals in the middle of the living room.
Or in the bathtub.
You can just hang around and think "this is our home!" and that's true.

It's fun!

.. lekker voor het eten een glas cola en een bakje chips pakken! Hmmm.

I'm amazed at how naive and even outright stupid some people can be. At SamariuM we were discussing suspension bondage, that's when you're hanging in the air supported only by ropes. www.touwtjes.tk has some good pictures of suspension bondage (non-erotic, often fully dressed models) so have a look if you're curious. Anyway, suspension bondage is dangerous. Even when nothing happens to your rope you can still get serious nerve damage or other injuries, it can even result in death. And when your rope breaks, ouch, you can break your back or worse. So you need to use good quality rope. All bondage has risks, but you drastically increase the risks by adding suspension. Now, this might be a risk you are willing to take. And you drastically decrease the risks by knowing what you're doing. Lots of people at SamariuM practise suspension bondage. They know what they're doing, they are aware of the risks and I think what they're doing is great.

So, we were discussing suspension bondage and more specifically, what rope to use. Hemp is a favourite of many, some people use cotton (but this is often criticized), there's lots to say about rope. And then this young girl comes along: "Hey guys! I don't know what kind of rope we use, I think it's *link to a website with a specific kind of rope* but I'm a really lightweight girl so I'm sure it's okay!". Aparently it's okay-ish rope, but the kind of rope that's hard to check for rot so most people wouldn't use it. Her reaction? "Oh we've tried it and it was fine. I trust my partner". I mean... Wut? Wutwutwut? "I don't need to know anything about the rope we use he's the rigger not me!" Wuuuuut? Right honey, you have no responsibility for your own safety whatsoever. God. *bangs head on desk*.

I *so* much want to be this good!

- A chocolate cake
- A box of pringles
- A bag of crisps
- A roll of chocolatechip cookies
- Two bars of chocolate..

.. and two diet cokes.

Hehehehhee.

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I laughed out loud ;). Quote from blood, sweat, tears.

Something funny happened.  A little while after the beating I was in the kitchen making us a snack when Daddy came in, grabbed me and slammed me roughly up against the wall….well, the wall cracked!  He put 3 rather large cracks in the sheetrock using my body.  Hell yes!!  When it happened, I could feel something give behind me and I looked at Daddy like “Oh shit!”  When we looked at the damage we both burst out laughing and high fived each-other.  I still can’t believe he broke the wall.

Pictures under the link ;).

Truckers_child just posted this, and I'm rather interested in what you guys think of me! So please fill this out, I'll give you cyber-cookies as a thank-you :P.

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Marijke__V

Just a list of the books I've read in 2008. I've read the books with English titles in English, Dutch titles are Dutch (/translated) books.

January
Sarah Waters - Fingersmith (loved it)
February
J. M. Auel - De mamoetjagers (loved it)
March
Donna Tartt - The secret history (loved it)
Neil Gaiman - Stardust (loved it)
Katrina Kittle - Travelling Light (liked it)
April
Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray (supposed to be great, could not get myself to read all of it. Boring)
Katrina Kittle - The kindness of strangers (liked it)

Ik vind het leuk om zo nu en dan wat in chatboxen rond te hangen. Ik heb daar leuke gesprekken, maar er lopen uiteraard ook heel wat mafketels rond. Een van de gewoontes die die mafketels hebben is praten in steekwoorden. In plaats van volle zinnen te maken komen ze binnen met wat woordjes, halve zinnetjes, en codewoorden/cijfers. Vrij absurd. Vanmiddag gebeurde het weer en ik kon het gewoon niet laten...

hij: hoi
hij: drenthe
hij: jij
Marijke: hoi
Marijke zij
hij: voor veel in
Marijke: nijmegen
hij: mmmmm
hij: voor alles in jij
hij: bl ogen 178
Marijke: mmmmm.... 64999. Zeventien.
hij: leeftijd
Marijke: Bureaublad, achterban!
hij: oke
hij: auto?
Marijke: groene thee. Vijftienhonderd.
hij: oke
hij: voor veel in
Marijke: Frankrijk, in kledingkast!!
hij: oke
hij: doei

Sometimes I really miss some of my old friends. There's reasons I'm not friends with them anymore and I know we'll probably never be friends again, but it's still sad. Some of those friendships were fast and intense, like a crush. Others were slow and steady. I miss some of these people, I miss who they were to me, who I was with them. A while back I wrote about how people can open new worlds, be whole worlds. I lost those worlds. I'm not with these people anymore. And with them, I lost parts of me.

Jessica and I will never be the Tori Amos-fans together, we won't go out and have a few too many wines and dance like crazy. We'll never have those talks again and I'll never again feel like she's my sister. I dont know what went wrong between us, I think she knows better than I do, but it's over. The time that I had a crush on Niels and talked to her about it is over, and I'll never be back in De Kroeg feeling pain and lust and butterflies when I see him. There's a good chance I'll never be in De Nul again with Annika and David and all the other people in Hengelo, we'll probably never have picnics again. I will see Lotte and Wendy, but the times that we would see eachother weekly are over. They're not people I see regularly anymore, mostly because I'm never in Hengelo and they're never in Nijmegen, and I miss them so much. I miss the gang from ROC, I never felt too close to them (only to Jessica) but I loved that time, loved how I found my open, fun side again.

The people on your life might not be there forever. You can lose them. Not because you fight or someone dies, but because of little things. You grow apart, move out of town, all sorts of things happen. Some friendships survive despite all these things ({{{Jolinda}}}) but most don't. You lose people.

Stolen from cy_v's journal: http://www.ski-epic.com/amsterdam_bicycles/

Maybe I'm too dutch, but I don't see anything funny about the pictures! I don't have a helmet, I do have a huge lock on my bike (and a regular one as well), and a dynamo, and I talk on my mobile phone when I'm on my bike, I often have friends sitting on the back of my bike of I'm holding stuff while cycling, I wear skirts and dresses on my biks, this is normal! It's so weird people in other countries don't use their bikes that much, I wouldn't want to go through a day without my bike - how would I get to where I want to be?

I hit him so hard I didn't know if it was okay. It was okay. He'd curl and shake and try to find some confort in my arms, and then relax on his back again, waiting for the next strike. My heart was beating so hard, so fast, and I was afraid and lustful and happy at the same time. I'd lift the cane, and then smack his thigh. Hard. And then, half a second, panic. Fuck, I've lost him now, this is too much, I shouldn't have done that. So scared, for just a moment. But then I'd see his face, looking as if he was about to cry, and he'd turn to me, hold me. Muffled noices coming from his mouth, pressed against my belly. It was turning me on, you wouldn't believe. His pain of course, but the fear as well. Playing on the edge, not feeling certain but then taking that leap of faith and push him again. Seeing him struggle and accepting it. From me.

Singer and Sander had a date as well, at the exact same time. I liked that. It was special to know that all four of us were involved. And it was the first time Boy and I fucked (as in PIV) and the first time we slept together, in the same bed, just the two of us. It was such a special evening. I talked to Sander on the phone this morning about all the stuff he'd done with Singer. It made me so happy. I just love my life so much.

I like the way he looks when he's in a submissive mood. I did lots of 'big things' but the interesting part is always the little movements of his mouth, the noices he makes, the way he looks at me. The small things. Well, I shouldn't lie. The big things were awesome too. God, I did some nasty things to him. I'm so happy...

I'm exhausted. I volunteer for COC, the dutch organization for rights for homosexuals. We go to high schools and talk with students about homosexuality. It's great, I love the team I'm in and it's just great volunteer-work. This weekend we went away on a training-weekend. We had all kinds of training, presentation and group-dynamics and we learned about the history of gay-rights and all sorts of stuff. I had the best time and I learned so much. But most of all, I love my team so much.

I feel at home with them. They know everything about my life, about BDSM and polyamory and self-harm and I feel accepted. Not just tolerated ("you're a strange girl but that's okay") but really accepted, part of the group. We're all really different, and we have heated discussions sometimes, but I feel safe. And I love the fact that they get so much of what I say. They all think about gender, about sexuality, about rights, about all these subjects.  I sometimes have this feeling that I want to be someone's man, I don't want to be some girls girlfriend but I want to be her boyfriend, I want her to look at me like she would look at a man. And sometimes I want to be some man's man as well, I want to have gay sex, I want to be homosexual with a man. So there I was, explaining this and people got what I was saying! One of the girls isn't sure if she really is a girl, she's really butch and never really felt like a girl. But she doesn't know if she's a boy either. And she got what I was saying. Me, the girl-girl in skirts and dresses, her, the boy-girl with short hair and boyish clothes. We totally got what the other was saying. I love that.

But now I'm exhausted. We talked so much, did so much, and people around you all the time is tiring too. Even if you think they're great. I'm happy to be home. I really feel like talking to Sander but he's at a friends house. One of the girls in the group is anorexic and it was triggering for me. It was also weird to notice how little impact it had, this knowledge. When I was still depressed I used to think it would be big if I would tell someone about my cutting/eatingstuff. I didn't know what would happen, but I thought at least something would happen, because it's so huge. Nothing happened of course. People go on, your friends worry but nothing.. huge. She told us about her feelings and that the weekend was hard for her because of all the eating and snacking and people and all those things, and of course I felt pain for her, but... it didn't fit. Her whole world, her whole .. what she lives in, this is so big and the impact is has on the world around her is so small. A bomb should go off, the earth should shake violently, things should happen! It doesn't fit. It's so scary that her whole... her whole, I don't know, her life and her experience, they're so small. My life, my experience is that small. Nothing happens when I tell people, nothing big. It doesn't fit!

Him: The power went off in Nijmegen. That sucks! Do you still have any power?
Me: Eh... :| Guess.
Him: Wait... fuck. Sorry, I'm an idiot.
Me: Hehehe.