15 6 / 2012
IF I WANTED TO GO ON A DATE WITH YOU WE WOULD HAVE GONE ON A DATE BY NOW, KYLE! JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST, GIVE IT A REST! DID SOMEONE TELL YOU IT’S POSSIBLE TO ANNOY YOUR WAY INTO BED WITH ME? BECAUSE IF THAT WERE TRUE I’D BE FUCKING MY ALARM CLOCK, THE PUBLIC TRANSIT SYSTEM, AND MY FACEBOOK FEED EVERY DAY, SO I STILL WOULDN’T HAVE TIME TO DO IT WITH YOU! NOW PISS OFF!
15 6 / 2012
"Deep within, I’m shaken by the violence of existing for only you. Do what you have to do."
(via silverbells-cockleshells)
14 6 / 2012
As part of its 2012 report on rent affordability, the National Low Income Housing Coalition released a chart that’s been floating around the Internet. It shows that there isn’t a single state in the country where it’s possible to work 40 hours per week at minimum wage and afford a two-bedroom apartment at Fair Market Rent. In West Virginia and Arkansas, you’d need to work at least a 63-hour week, and that’s as good as it gets. In California, Maryland, D.C., New Jersey and New York you’d need to work 130 hours or more. Hawaii comes in last place: 175 hours. (via NYTimes)
This is important.1 There’s a common lie that if people are just willing to work hard, they should be able to get by without public assistance. There’s another lie suggesting that people making more money deserve greater compensation because they are working more hours. In reality, many people at the lowest end of the income spectrum are working to grueling jobs just to cover expenses.
I think it’s important to mention what “afford” means to prevent anybody from being misled by the chart. In this case, “afford” means that your housing expenses do not exceed 30% of your income on housing. This is a pretty reasonable number. The federal number for affordability is 31%. Private lenders are going to want housing costs to be 28% or lower. So you don’t need to work 80 hours a week just to cover rent with nothing left over—but you do need to work 80 hours a week to cover a Fair Market Rent with enough left over to cover things like food, utilities, gas, medical care and so on. Obviously, everybody’s situation is different. If your young, single, debt-free, and healthy, you can probably afford a lot more than 30% on housing. If you have to pay student loans, medical expenses, child support, and enough gas to cover an hour long commute, 30% isn’t affordable. ↩
13 6 / 2012
Squashed: 'Bending the Cost Curve Downward'
WSJ:
A forecast released Tuesday said the growth rate for U.S. health spending of all types would stay historically low the next two years. But it would increase if most of the federal health-care overhaul takes effect in 2014. After that, the rate would drop, but spending still would grow at…
(Source: barticles)
10 6 / 2012
This picture caught me, thinking of Daddy reaching for me and how much I want to place my hand in his…. And the words, perfect. -KittenFor the right girl, submission is an invitation—an invitation to rise up and leave all of your nagging demons behind. Your self-doubt, worries, failures, inadequacies—none of these matter. All are swept away in the purity of your submission and obedience. Don’t think. Don’t doubt. Don’t fret; just do. Trust and do.
For the right girl, submission is freedom.
For the right girl … with the right man …
06 6 / 2012
On The Fringe of Darkness
This is the place I write about. It does not exist for the girl who walks only in daylight and the reassurance of predictable, familiar surroundings.
This is the place only the bravest of girls - a true submissive - will venture. It is the point of departure, where her clothes, social status, material wealth, and control are left behind. The place where she gives up all she is to the man she trusts as she faces the blackness. She sees only the flicker of the candles he has chosen to illuminate the fringe of darkenss. This is the edge of the abyss.
From this place, she takes his hand, and he engulfs her. The outside world slips away, and she is conscious only of the space and time she now occupies with him. She feels his body heat, hears his intense whispers, and smells his scent.
She does not know what awaits in the blackness, but she does not fear. She knows only that he will take her where she needs to go. This is what compels her to face the unknown, and the intimacy of this moment is like no other.
Then, as deftly as he has enveloped her, he brings her forward, into the abyss.
She relaxes.
Breathes.
And falls into him.And she is home.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2012
(Source: deviantfemale, via silverbells-cockleshells)
05 6 / 2012
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On Intelligent, Well-Read Submissives.
I love intelligent girls. Absolutely adore them. And I find those who are passionate about reading and writing share a common thread. They all yearn for an equally intelligent Dominant who can reach deep into their erotic “centers”, rip the pages from their fantasies, and give them a lifetime of living, breathing memories.
An intelligent submissive appreciates the beauty of the dance on the fringe. She is a strong, independent, talented, capable woman in her own right, yet she hungers for a Dominant who can fuck her mind long before he touches her body. She needs a man who can respect her as an intellectual equal but effortlessly assume his role as Dominant - the only man she would ever consider yielding to. For her, this need is utterly palpable. She can feel his hands through his words, his voice, and his instruction.
And herein is my secret insight. Intelligent, gifted submissives are the naughtiest, sluttiest, hungriest girls imaginable. They are capable of giving themselves completely up to the man they trust and respect, and going places they themselves do not yet know they are capable of going. They are insatiable once leashed (note the irony). And they hunger to experience whatever their man challenges them with and sate him with the gift of their bodies and their talents.
For the man who can appreciate my words - I promise you - the dance on the fringe can be a most inspiring journey of sensual delights with a smart, talented girl.
Caption © Fringe of Darkness, 2012
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02 6 / 2012
Be a mess, but have a focus in the centre of that whirlwind. Be the girl who is all over the place, but always manages to get home safely. Fly into adventure, but make it to the other side. Flirt with me, but don’t be as stupid as to step into my web.
Because that’s not what you want. The idea excites you, I can tell, but you’re not ready. You’re a silly little girl with silly little ideas, and I will ruin you for the rest of the world. I’ll twist and turn you, break you down, melt the parts and then pour you into my favourite mould. I’ll make you into a perfect little toy, but everyone’s definition of perfect is different, and mine is more different than most.
I’ll have you in the palm of my hand, and you will quiver, little girl. Don’t be the mess that stains my clothes, forces me to wash it clean, turn it into something presentable. Fly close to the sun, but don’t let it melt your wings. I’m no Daedelus, and my world is not theirs. I will ruin you for the next man, and the next, and the next. I will be all there is, and all there can be.
So move along, little girl. Flirt with danger, but don’t let it consume you.
(Source: ruckus1)