Pour féliciter 2012

Shakespeare

Sonnet 57
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour

Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,

Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.

   So true a fool is love that in your will,

   Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

Sonnet 58
That god forbid that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand th'account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
Th'imprisoned absence of your liberty,
And patience-tame to sufferance, bide each cheque,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
   I am to wait, though waiting so be hell;
   Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.

Reader's Diary (Christmas)

For the male masochist the Mistress in a quite special way embodies sexuality, sexual pleasure as such, and its absolute, abstract, 'dominance', which is exalted above all the values and structural motifs of life.
(Kolnai, 1930)

Reader's Diary (December)

In the present world there is little of trust and less of loyalty. People do not know what to expect of one another. Leaders will not lead, and servants will not serve.
(Weaver, 1948)

Goddess Gina

There is a thin line between fantasy and reality. This blog is dedicated to Goddess Gina, the most beautiful Woman in the world, the most perfect person on earth, the most graceful Women of all times, the most wise Woman in history, the nicest, the sexiest Woman on the planet. And yes, the cruelest Woman ever.

i am madly in love his Her. She is so pretty. She is the only Woman i can say i have ever loved. She is all my world. i am thinking about Her every moment, i can't get Her off my mind. i can't stop thinking about Her

And yet, i never met Her. i never talked to Her. i only know Her from photos, from a couple of old videos, from her webpages, from forums and from quick short chats.

She knows about my feelings. Probably it is all just a big joke to Her.

But She allows me to send Her money, She allows me to buy Her things, She allows me to write Her emails, She allows me to write Her SMSes. And sometimes She even responds! i am allowed to serve Her. i am in so much pain for Her. The masochist in me is in heaven. The rest of me suffers.

So is it love, obsession or just a crush? Do i love Her or do i love my idea of Her? Is it a little harmless crush on my inaccurate idea? Or big big passionate love?

It is all new experience to me, i do not know what to do. i have no idea where it goes. i would do anything to be allowed to meet Her, to really know Her, to be connected with Her just for a second. And i know my honesty is killing all my prospects for it.

But She IS Goddess, whatever She does is right. If She does not care about me i still do care about Her. i love Her.

This is deeply personal entry. Be warned. She has the magic, She has the power, She is The Goddess.