I wanted to take a moment to remember all those who paid the ultimate price to serve our country. Regardless of our feelings about war, hopefully we all respect the heroic bravery of our soldiers.
For those of you who served or are serving, thank you. I’m convinced those are two words you can never hear enough. May you all be truly blessed.
A couple of weeks ago I added a survey option in the right column of my blog. This option affords my readers the opportunity to pose questions completely anonymously.
One of the first questions was posed by Nigel of New South Wales (Nigel opted to sign his name).
He asked, “Why do Americans like guns so much? and how does the US Government justify their use with so many tragic school shootings? Do you carry a gun Lady Julia?”
Interesting choice of questions, Nigel- you always make me think! I am certain I am not the best person to speak about this, however because you are so sweet and you asked, I’ll try to respond.
Not all Americans like guns. As with so many issues in this country where individual freedoms are treasured, we are divided about this one. Many believe our Constitution guarantees individuals the right to bear arms, while others assert this section of the Constitution needs to be viewed under the light of maintaining a “well regulated militia”. Some maintain that restricting gun ownership would decrease crime while others are certain it would serve to insure that only criminals had guns. Who is right? I don’t know.
When we were growing up, my brothers and I knew our father had a gun. It was kept on the top of the refrigerator along side the bullets. I don’t know if it was loaded or not, but it didn’t really matter. None of us would have dared touch it. Today, many kids aren’t reared to be as obedient as we were. There are gun cabinets and gun safes yet still some kids manage to get to the firearms.
I do remember my father letting me fire it once when I was about 12. We were out in the country and he let me see if I could hit a tin can. I didn’t of course, but the kick from firing it almost knocked me down and my arm was really sore the next day. I never had a desire to touch that gun again. As I think back on this, I realize once again that my dad was a pretty smart guy.
My brothers don’t have guns in their homes, but many of the men I know do. They enjoy hunting and target practice. Truly, I see nothing wrong with this. Hunting is something men have done together since this country was formed, so I think that explains to some degree why Americans like their guns as you say. It’s part of our culture.
People also want to feel safe. For some, owning a firearm helps with this. For me, it’s the opposite. If someone was about to harm me and I pulled out a gun (which I couldn’t do because I don’t own one), I am pretty sure they would end up taking it from me because I would be too hesitant to shoot them. The only time I can imagine using a gun would be to protect someone else, especially my family. I wouldn’t keep one for that purpose, but I honestly don’t think I would hesitate to use it if I thought it would save my family harm. Does that make me a bad person? I don’t know. I’m sure I would feel awful about it afterward, but sometimes life gives you two choices that are terrible and we have to choose the one we can more easily live with.
How does the US Government justify their use with so many tragic school shootings? I can’t answer that one. I’m relatively sure some of my readers will have opinions on the issue, though.
Thanks for asking, Nigel. I look forward to future questions for you and my other readers.
People have needs. A man has needs. I have needs.
Ignoring them won’t make them go away. Ignoring them won’t bring me to happiness. Ignoring them will cause me to be so lonely, so emotionally vulnerable, I’ll undoubtedly make some major mistakes.
So I’m making sure I have my basic needs met. Every week I meet with her. We spend an hour together, her in my arms. I spend an hour with this tall, stunning woman, her lovely dancer’s body pressed against mine. An hour with this woman is my own little slice of Heaven every week.
She knows where my buttons are, and it is the most natural thing in the world for her to push them. She pushes me to perform the way she desires. “Stand up straight, shoulders back. Look at me.” When I make a mistake? Gentle correction, never cruelty.
Lately, she has praised my performance. She’s a professional; I know she’s had more accomplished patrons. Still, a kind word lights me up to the core. Her pleasure gives me a high that lasts two days.
Every week she teaches me something new: new positions, new ways to move, new ways to please her. Sometimes she tells me what she wants; other times she’ll allow me to lead.
Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we hold hands or lean against each other a little. But really, the best times are when I hold her in my arms and we begin to move together.
She’s taught me so much in the months since we first met. She taught me to swing, something I never knew I’d enjoy. Recently she taught me the cross body lead. We use it during cha-cha and rhumba. Soon we’ll start to tango.
I told her a few weeks ago, “Who needs therapy? An hour spent with an attractive dance instructor has to be worth more than months with a stodgy old therapist.”
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Many thanks to Free Thinking Writer for being a guest blogger here at my Entranced Realm. If you are interested in sharing an article, story, poem, etc. with my readers, please contact me. ~ Lady Julia
My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon
Happy Mother’s Day to all you wonderful moms. You can never be appreciated enough for all you do.
Recently a couple of fellas asked if I would offer the opportunity for readers to pose questions to me. I’ve always been willing to do this, but I imagine that it can be difficult for some people to post in a public manner. I’ve established a “survey” that essentially is a blank text box where readers can enter their queries (and explanations if warranted). You may sign your name or not – either is fine. Your IP address will not be collected so I will have no way of knowing who writes what. (I’m sure if there are abusive comments, the survey hosting site would be able to access that information and forward it to the appropriate persons.)
The URL is posted in the column to the right with a suggestion to click here if you would like to submit. A question ;) Please be respectful.
You may pose general questions about dominance, submission, hypnosis, etc, or personal questions to me specifically.
I’ve been furiously tabulating the results of my recent survey (smiles – not really, the program is handy – it does it all for me). There were approximately 450 unique visitors yesterday alone, so I’m not sure how statistically valid the numbers are, but I found the results interesting regardless.
There were 55 respondents (thank you soooo much for taking the time for me).
94.5% (52) were male
5.5% (3) were female
Ages:
21-29 1.9% (1)
30-39 16.7% (9)
40-49 37.0% (20)
50-59 40.7% (22)
60 plus 3.7% (2)
Which of the following most accurately describes you:
I am a female dominant. 1.8% (1)
I am a male dominant. 3.6% (2)
I am a female top. 0.0% (0)
I am a male top. 0.0% (0)
I am a female submissive. 0.0% (0)
I am a male submissive. 47.3% (26)
I am a female bottom. 0.0% (0)
I am a male bottom. 0.0% (0)
I am a female switch. 1.8% (1)
I am a male switch. 12.7% (7)
I am a kinky female. 1.8% (1)
I am a kinky male. 9.1% (5)
I am a curious female. 0.0% (0)
I am a curious male. 20.0% (11)
Other 1.8% (1)
So that’s the demographics. Surprised by the numbers?
I’m going to pull out a few of the text responses, but I’d like for you all to know that I value each of your responses. While I like to write about the sexy things, the kinky things, I was most touched by the number of people who said they liked to just read about the every day things of my life, too. It’s difficult to explain, but that made me feel really nice.
In response to what type of posts do you most enjoy, one person responded, “Your questions. They make me think and I have to answer.” Good boy ;) I had to smile at that comment.
Another remarked, “I like that you mix it up. All femdom all the time would simply get stale. All relationship eventually becomes mundane; likewise, all sex becomes dull. You’ve done a good job of mixing things up to keep it fresh.” I really do try to do that but sometimes I get on a roll ;)
A few responses indicated the writer and his/her spouse are new to the idea of the woman taking more control in the relationship, whether it be sexually or more. I’m thrilled to know you are here and want you to know there are so many who read my blog that have been in relationships like yours. I’m sure they also would be willing to answer questions about their experiences should you ever wish to leave them.
The most common responses, other than to post whatever I want to post, were “I enjoy tease and denial type of posts”, “love the evil cowgirl”, and “love the photos”. I do want to say I actually do post whatever I want, but not all that I want if that makes sense. I’ve toyed with having additional blogs like a political blog, a “personal” blog in which I just talked about day to day things that weren’t “kink” or “sexy”, etc. but it’s just too difficult to keep up with my schedule and multiple blogs. I’m still not sure about posting everything here but I’ll consider it.
Thanks again to everyone who responded to the survey :)
Since I returned from my trip to the mountains, I’ve been feeling a little poorly. Today I have a full-blown cold. Nothing serious, but it probably could have been avoided if I had dressed a bit more warmly or avoided wading in the stream. (Smiles – just teasing about the wading, but I’m sure the above photo probably has your imagination stirring a bit, doesn’t it?)
At the moment I’m sitting on the deck, soaking up a little sun. It’s 76 degrees and mostly sunny. That’s the perfect sort of day, isn’t it? Not too cold, not too warm – just right. Nosy neighbor is cleaning out his flower beds and in general sprucing up his yard. A little while ago I turned up the radio when a particularly good song started playing and danced around on the deck – mostly just messing with him because I knew he was watching. After just a bit I started coughing and getting short of breath and had to sit down. For some reason he wasn’t too interested in what I was doing after that. Fickle man. I guess a cold just isn’t sexy. Go figure ;)
It’s been a quiet day. Mostly I’ve been doing housework (woohoo – still more excitement). As I was working I started thinking about some of the comments left here recently. I suppose I shouldn’t have been doing housework – not if I was a real Domme. Some mindless drone would be doing it for me. Truth be told, I could probably have persuaded a man to do the housework for me. I know what to say.. I know what to do. But.. I’m not interested in using someone. Sure maybe some men want to be used, but that’s not me.
I like to take care of myself, do things for myself. I was raised to be independent. By the time I was 12 I was making my own money through babysitting and mowing lawns. I had my first “real” job at 16 and by 18 years of age I left home. Not because anyone made me but because it was time and I could. I’ve been taking care of myself ever since.
There are times I’ll allow someone to do something for me, but it’s more for the sexual excitement that surrounds it than anything. Allowing someone to serve me in a submissive manner is an intimate thing. It’s not something I want just anyone to do. Occasionally I’ll allow friends to do something for me but it’s because I know they really enjoy doing things for someone and by not allowing them to I am robbing them of that pleasure. I just try to keep it at a minimum because I don’t want to take advantage of anyone.
I guess I am a weird sort of Domme. I’m beginning to think I should toss that label completely. I’m just a woman who loves men, loves to tease them, to control their excitement, to fire their imagination and thereby exciting their favorite body parts, and so on. I like sex. I like kinky sex. That’s just me. I read a blog post by some misogynist the other day that essentially listed all those things as slut behavior. Sluts, he said, are ok as long as you’re not planning on marrying them. Personally I think a man would be darn lucky to marry a woman who liked sex, even kinky sex. A woman who loved men instead of thinking that all men are bastards (sorry – but when I worked at the hospital the majority of the women I worked with held that philosophy). Someone who loved to tease and control their excitement and pleasure. Yes, that is not the sort of wife any man should want.
Ok, I’m rambled on and on. Attribute it to the fever. I’m just a bit irritated with some of the narrow-minded people out there.
My weekend in the mountains was really wonderful. It wasn’t exciting in that “Domme free in the great outdoors surrounded by hoardes of adoring men” sort of way, but it was so relaxing. I can’t really post details without revealing information about the people with whom I shared the weekend, so apologies to Jim :) It wasn’t a “really great story” kind of weekend anyway, Jim.
Instead I have a couple of totally unrelated things to mention.
Don’t forget about my survey if you haven’t already responded. The results thus far have been very interesting, so thank you for those who have taken time to do this for me. I’m quite pleased that you did. I’ll keep the survey open a while longer and then post the results.
I’m having some problems with recording using my laptop. Audacity doesn’t pick up the presence of the microphone at all but I can speak fine on Skype and I can even record the Skype conversation with Audacity. I’ve looked to see if there is some setting on Skype that would be interfering but cannot find one. I’m using Windows Vista (yes, I know Mac users, I know). If anyone has any suggestions regarding what I could try, I would appreciate that. I would like to re-record the draft of Breath and release it. I’m not sure yet when I will have time to do this, but when the opportunity presents itself, I don’t want to be prevented from doing so by a computer glitch.
More on my series on “Wooing” probably tomorrow. I want to first go back and remark on some of the comments. As I ponder that post, let me ask you this.. if someone were courting you – either at the beginning of a relationship or during an already established one – how would you want them to court you? (Couldn’t make myself say “woo” again.)
Oh, and one more thing. Gmail is sending some of my “definitely not spam” emails into my spam folder, so if you have written recently and I haven’t replied it might be that I never received your email. (It could also be that I haven’t had time yet to respond.) When in doubt, resend :)
Recently Dev at Devastating Yet Inconsquential conducted a reader survey. After thinking about it for a few days, I decided I’d like to do the same.
I would be most pleased if you would take a few moments to respond. It’s not long, I promise, and you will have the opportunity during the survey to suggest post ideas.
Hoping this is a much better New Year for everyone. Promise I’ll post/email/answer phone calls soon.
