Odd thoughts as I start the day with a cig and wait upon my coffee...
I had a dream and in it I saw a lone person.  The person was standing all alone in the darkness.  It seemed from the feelings that the person who was standing there was an outcast or a banished one.  They once had a place but now they did not. They once belonged but that had changed.  But the person wasn't just me, no the image would shift on closer inspection, then it became a 2nd we were considering. But I was curious why it was me. It all boiled down to certain prejudices that the once very accepting set of associates seemed to all share. 
This got me thinking about how accepting we are of others. How accepting are we of people who otherwise fit in with our associations quite well but have one serious flaw that we take as unacceptable (and this due to no fault of their one)? What are we afraid of?
I have to say that although I have learned quite a bit about acceptance of others and lack thereof, I have noticed a strange occurance that I have trouble explaining. To wit, that some of those who suffer from lack of acceptance are nonetheless just as likely to find themselves being the perpetrator of the same. So, it got me remembering a quote I heard once "We learn what we live." There was also a little tidbit about the things a child learns from the rearing.

Children Learn What They Live (1959)

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn . . .
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight . . .
If a child lives with fear, he learns to be apprehensive . . .
If a child lives with pity, he learns to feel sorry for himself . . .
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy . . .
If a child lives with jealousy, he learns to feel guilt . . .

BUT

If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient . . .
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns to be confident . . .
If a child lives with gratitude, he learns to be appreciative . . .
If a child lives with acceptance, he learns to love . . .
If a child lives with honesty, he learns what truth is . . .
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice . . .
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith in himself and those about him . . .
If a child lives with friendliness, he learns the world is a nice place in which to live . . .

WITH WHAT IS YOUR CHILD LIVING?

Dorothy L. Law

I might have to add to that wisdom that persons who never feel acceptance, they learn to shun others.
This bothers me at this particular time because I have noticed that my body is growing older and less attractive to the young as well as the perception that my mind is not as quick and sharp. I passed by first half-century without noticing any difference in the inner fires or sense of awareness. However, I have suffered from the lack of acceptance Iam talking about. Most noticably in my job search this becomes obvious. People use my age as a discriminating factor when it ought not to be. Also, in my choosing of companions this comes to the fore alot. Most of the available healthy women in the world seem to be younger by almost half. I've had my photo mistakenly put on my profile at dating sites. Well, it;s not unusual to not get many hits due to my dominance proclivities. But, I've had people (who I didn't find attractive at all) rate my looks at 1 star (on a scale of 1 to 5). There have been quite a few mutual burns (as the call 'em). I couldn't care less how they rate my looks really. More of what it comes down to is that my profile doesn't even appear on the radar of the very people I believe would suit my needs and desires most. They set their search filters to stop the search at 39 or 40. *laughs* I'm way past that. The oddest thing is, because I cannot find a companion with any health and vitality to companion with, I am not doing so many of the activities I love so much. A side-consequence is I am getting out of shape too. If this keeps up, I will eventually feel as old as people think I am. How fair is that?
Anyways... enough of my ramblings.

LL

1. I am alive and well.
2. I own a wonderful slave.
3. I have a place to live and keep my stuff.
4. I have lots of stuff.
5. I have a car that is pretty reliable.
6. I have a paying job that takes care of the bills.
7. I have a nearly grown up son.

But of all that, my slave </a>is my best blessing. She makes my days worth living because she serves with such a generous and open heart. She is faithful and true. I wish everyone had a girl like her during the holiday season.

Happy Turkey Day folks!

Lord Laraby

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I heard today from my slave on what her 24/7 TPE slavery group was discussing. It was the subject of what 24/7 means that piqued my interest. Now here are some of the ideas her exclusive group proposed for what is 24/7 TPE slavery.

 *  Someone who feels in her heart that she is owned no matter what her actual connection to her Master (online/offline/never met/living together) is 24/7
 *  Then there is the one who said at least a daily involvement by phone with her Master was 24/7.
 *  Another person said as long as she has met her Master once upon a time the first definition holds, but not otherwise.
 *  Another said people who meet the Master for tea or play once in a while were 24/7 if one of the above holds true.
 *  And there are others...

Now here is how I see it. Let's take an example of a horse first. This horse lover buys a horse and the previous owner whispers to the horse it's now owned 24/7 by a horseman... Is that horse now owned 24/7 though it is never ridden, never brushed, never handled, or walked by it's new owner, can it feel owned or Mastered in any way 24 hours a days 7 days a week?
Or let's go back to the original dictionary / historical idea of slavery... If I go to the auction block or send my man there and we pick out a slave and successfully bid high. Now she's mine. ok. But now we leave the slave standing there unshackled (maybe even put a collar on her neck) and come back to the plantation but the slave knows she has been purchased and is a slave. So is she 24/7? What if I have the slaver call me and put her on the line everyday. And I say," brush your teeth." and she replies, "Yes, Master." Now she is 24/7 right? Not in my mind. How is my plantation benefitted from her purchase?
Well, let's say she comes to visit the plantation every now and then... And we chat or she picks a few peaches in the field for a day a month. Now is she 24/7? Get real.

You can probably see what I consider 24/7 slavery here. If she isn't on the plantation being used and made use of or trained and controlled, she isn't a slave even in the remotest definition of the term. Unless she is serving the house under the roof, she isn't 24/7. Period. If I don't see my slave out in the fields picking tomatoes, she i going to be punished for derilliction of duty. 
 
In my opinion that a girl feels she is a slave 24/7 does not make it so.. any more than my feeling rich as Bill Gates can get me a new limitless credit card to spend at the store. These are my thoughts. Disagree? Can you site reasoning?