tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45099640391221895432024-02-07T17:17:26.183-05:00Viridian SoulComing Full Circle Back to God...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-41495249535855458692012-09-11T12:31:00.000-04:002012-10-30T07:59:09.105-04:00In Defense of Godly Submission<div style="text-align: justify;">
This is my response on a forum in relation to the topic of Godly / Biblical Submission. This is a topic that is very near and dear to my heart. I consider it to be one of the most important things that is lacking in most relationships in this day and age. I truly feel that more women would be happier in their marriages if they would just give in to God...and submit to their worthy husbands.<br />
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I have written on the topic of submission so many times now that I don't even know where to begin! lol<br />
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I'm
a very firm believer in Godly headship, and that women are to submit to
their husband's authority. The husband, in turn, must answer to Christ
and ultimately God for the health, safety, and well-being of his
family-- not only spiritually, but also physically, mentally, and
emotionally as well. A man who is abusive or uses Godly submission as an
excuse to trod upon his wife IS NOT DESERVING OF HEADSHIP.<br />
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IMO,
the key to being able to submit to Godly authority-- and therefore to
your husband-- means having a husband WORTHY of submitting to!<br />
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A
Godly man that does his best to be all that he has to be to ensure the
happiness and safety of his family. He works hard, takes care of his
children, leads his family spiritually. He is a strong man and therefore
he makes it easier for a Godly woman to submit to him.<br />
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Much
like any company or institution, THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE PERSON IN
ULTIMATE AUTHORITY. There is a President and a Vice-President, but the
President is always the higher authority, the end-all, be-all of
decision-making.<br />
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<b>No
business can be run when every moment is a power-struggle, when every
executive decision made is constantly questioned and nitpicked and
second-guessed</b>. All this sort of behavior will do is start to make
the President second-guess his every move...and eventually he won't want
to make a decision at all, his self-confidence being completely
shattered because no one is confident IN him.<br />
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Does
that mean that the President does not ever CONSULT his VP? No, of
course not. They should have calm, rational discussions on a day-to-day
basis regarding the runnings of the business. They should not let their
wants and emotions get in the way of reaching a decision, but do what is
best for the <b>entire</b> company.<br />
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<span class="text Eph-5-25"><sup class="versenum">25 </sup><b>Husbands, love your wives</b>, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;</span><br />
<span class="text Eph-5-26"><sup class="versenum">26 </sup>That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,</span><br />
<span class="text Eph-5-27"><sup class="versenum">27 </sup>That he
might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or
wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without
blemish.</span><br />
<span class="text Eph-5-28"><sup class="versenum">28 </sup>So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.</span><br />
<span class="text Eph-5-29"><sup class="versenum">29 </sup>For <b>no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but <u>nourisheth and cherisheth it</u></b>, even as the Lord the church:</span><br />
<span class="text Eph-5-30"><sup class="versenum">30 </sup>For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.</span><br />
<span class="text Eph-5-31"><sup class="versenum">31 </sup>For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh.</span><br />
<span class="text Eph-5-32"><sup class="versenum">32 </sup>This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church.</span><br />
<span class="text Eph-5-33"><sup class="versenum">33 </sup>Nevertheless <b> let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband</b>.</span></div>
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The
bible does not tell husbands to SUBJUGATE their wives, nor does it say
that wives must tolerate abusive, controlling behaviors. It does not say
that men must schedule out every waking moment of their wife's life.<br />
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The
bible COMMANDS men to love their wives as their own body! So clearly,
they would be going against God's expressed commands if they were to
abuse the trust their submissive wife has placed in them!<br />
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I
do have a mind. I have thoughts and opinions. I have beliefs. And I can
and DO express all those things to my husband-- who IS my Head of
Household. And you know what? Because he is worthy of my submission, he
listens to every word I say and takes my counsel into account before he
goes and makes huge decisions that will effect our relationship or our
entire family.<br />
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Does he
tell me what I should wear every day? What we should eat? How I should
do my hair (or in my case, mandate that I cover)? What we should buy at
the store? ...and on and on and on? Heck, no! He trusts me enough to
know that I am perfectly capable of presenting myself as a good,
wholesome, modest, feminine woman. He trusts me enough to know that as
his wife, companion, and household steward, that I know more about
running the house and other things of importance than he does! And
when/if I'm unable to perform my role as a homemaker (such as if I'm
ill, or like now, when I'm unfortunately working and he's laid
off)...well, he just asks me how I think he should do it!<br />
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A
real man would never be afraid to ask his woman how to do anything. As
the Head of the Household, it is his responsibility to ensure that he
knows ALL the functions of the house, his own responsibilities as well
as mine.<br />
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I think
the rub lies in what people think "SUBMISSIVE" actually means. It's been
so twisted and distorted and given such a negative connotation that
there is always this massive knee-jerk reaction whenever the word is
even casually mentioned. You can thank (or rather, blame) feminism for
that one.<br />
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Through
searching the scriptures for the actual TRUTH, people can come to learn
what REAL submission means and how they should live their lives in a
God-fearing manner.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-2517685560582403182012-09-09T20:01:00.002-04:002012-09-09T20:01:53.163-04:00The Hypocracy of Christian Modesty<div style="text-align: justify;">
As someone who is highly interested in the topic at hand, I've done countless hours of research into modesty. There are innumerable reasons for choosing to be modest-- which I have recounted many here and elsewhere across the web. Unfortunately, in the course of all this research, I've stumbled across a sad truth.</div>
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One of the largest hypocrisies I see propagated by the Christian mainstream is the idea of modesty in and of itself, and to whom the command to be modest is actually for. It is true that the majority of church denominations will say that modesty is something to be desired...but the divergence comes when they seem to espouse the idea that modesty is only meant for women.</div>
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I've seen the argument time and again on mainstream Christian websites dealing with modesty: <i>men are more VISUAL than women, therefore when a woman is immodest around men it is a greater stumbling block to them and leads to more incidents of lustful or improper thoughts.</i> </div>
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Following this roundabout logic (and I hate to say it, but...), the feminists are <i>almost</i> right. Women are still being blamed for the ideas and thoughts of men. Men do objectify women. Often enough, if a woman is sexually assaulted, what she was wearing at the time still does come into question. There are still men who blame women for their own shortcomings and inability to control their sinful, base urges.</div>
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And yes, all of that roundabout logic is garbage.</div>
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All that being said, I still think that the italicized statement above is a complete crock. Why? ...well, I spend some of my free time on Pinterest (for those that don't know, it's an online picture collecting site). I enjoy surfing around for cute, modest outfits, home decorating ideas, recipes, and inspirational quotes. I'll tell you one thing: that site is a GREAT tool for getting into the heads of both women AND men.</div>
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The hugest thing I've noticed is that the idea that MEN are the visual ones and MEN are the ones doing all the objectifying is complete and utter BS. I cannot look through a single post without seeing scores of half-naked men, all sweaty with sexy looks on their faces and shirtless with all their chest and arm muscles rippling. Not only that, but it's WOMEN who are posting all this, and making indecent and downright crude remarks about them!</div>
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<i>"Mmmm! Yummy!" "He's so hot!" "I'd do that!"</i> ...yeah. </div>
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Women are just as much visual creatures as men are, and they're just as sexualized, crude, rude, and dirty towards men. Seeing men in any state of undress is just as much of a stumbling block, but because this mistaken idea still exists, it continually gets overlooked.</div>
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The churches that throw a fit when a woman is caught in a skirt higher than her kneecaps while not chastising their men for running around shirtless (hopefully not at church!) are doing their members a huge disservice. Yes, it might be "hot outside"...but you don't see women running around with their shirts off. That, to their minds, would practically scream "Rape me!" However, what's good for the goose is good for the gander, too. They have that age-old adage for a reason, because it's true.</div>
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...I don't think it's too much to ask for men to suck it up and keep their clothes on. There's only one man I want to see in ANY state of undress, and that's my husband!</div>
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Modesty isn't just for women: it's for everyone.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-4460216714357643532012-09-03T08:28:00.001-04:002012-09-03T08:28:36.998-04:00What is Being a Submissive Wife?<div style="text-align: justify;">
I wrote the forthcoming little snippet on the 11th of January of this year in one of my mom's groups and just happened to stumble across it by accident. Once I reread back over it and realized that it needs to be re-posted somewhere where it can get more exposure.<br />
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Some of these things have changed-- especially in the realm of my staying at home, because I now work-- but it's still pertinent and I've left it in its entirety without changing anything. </div>
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<i>To me, being a woman submitting to one's husband is a matter of following Natural Order-- the rules of the universe given to us by our Creator to live by. Since the dawn of time, this is how it's been, and only ever changed until very recently. It makes absolutely no sense to me to live the way people do now. The constant struggle for power over the relationship and always wondering who is in charge is asinine at best. It's no wonder children are growing up nowadays not knowing what role they are to play in life! </i></div>
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<i>In a sense, I do follow my HOH in a biblical way, too, although I don't do so because I'm a Christian. I'm actually not, although I do believe in Jesus Christ, his message, and God's all-encompassing love. I just firmly believe that the bible taught us that families should be ordered this way simply because it is Natural for us to do so...or, if you want to put it biblically, because God wants us to live this way. Since God is the Maker of All Things, following the biblical standards set forth is simply True, Right, and Natural, because he is the Creator of everything and therefore all Natural Laws belong to God. ...if you can follow my roundabout logic! </i></div>
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<i>My position is that if it worked so well for so long with the man being the head of the household, it oughtn't have ever been changed in the first place. </i></div>
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<i>I am a natural submissive in the realm of the classic 50s style housewife. I love to cook and clean, and especially love taking care of my man. I prefer to stay at home to do this, and he prefers it as well. Submitting is easy for me because my HOH makes it very easy for me to do: he's hardworking, extremely trustworthy, caring, loving, considerate, and strong. He always thinks of his family first before worrying about himself. His morals are unshakable, and he has not and never will give me cause to doubt him. </i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-36289416123551413482012-07-04T09:29:00.000-04:002012-07-04T09:29:25.121-04:00My Personal Debate Over Hairstyling<div style="text-align: justify;">
So I've been doing a lot of reading and thinking lately (those are two of my most-used personality traits). As I've written before, modesty and submission are both huge things for me. They are absolutely essential to my psychological and spiritual makeup, as it were. I've gotten to thinking more about being modest and being submissive, and what that means to me.</div>
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I've had some huge issues where it regards my head, head-covering, and hair. A lot of people claim that 1 Corinthians 11 is referring to hair as a head-covering. I can't say that I agree with them, because I feel that the headcovering mentioned there is referring to something physically covering over the top of a woman's head. However, I can say that I get where they're coming from, and some of that feeling is manifesting in my internal debate.</div>
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As much as I've always tried to stay away from just using the bible as a source for Truth, it doesn't seem to happen, because I find a LOT of Truths in there. One of the ones I've been thinking about revolving around this subject is a particular idea that a woman's hair is her glory.</div>
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Since I was thirteen, I've been chopping my hair off. I'm not talking about shoulder length or anything like that: I mean full-out boy-short hair. I think doing so was a huge part of my "rebellion"-- if you can even call it that; I was nothing if not a very compliant child AND teen-- against my father's belief that all women and girls should have long hair.</div>
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I've justified wanting to chop off my hair a million different ways. I've gone the route of "It's my body and I'll do what I want with it" (shudder, I sound like a die-hard feminist liberal harpy bitch in that one...). I've reasoned with myself that it's only hair and it'll grow back anyways. I've said that having a short haircut makes me feel more cute or active or confident or self-assured or insert-positive-adjective-here. I've also worked it around in my head that because my hair is so coarse and thick, it tends to give me headaches the longer it gets, so the best solution is to just cut it short. Not only that, but it's a mess to try and untangle once it gets to that certain point.</div>
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But now I'm kind of at a time in my life where I feel evermore a huge desire to look and act more feminine, and that part of me that grew up with my Daddy mandating that women MUST have long hair is starting to prod at me again. Not only that, but the last time I got my hair cut, I was extremely pleased with the outcome...but it seemed to me that my HOH was not so much. He preferred my hair longer, and truth be told, his opinion of how I look matters to me more than my own opinion of how I look. After all, he's the one looking at ME day and night, while the only time I look at myself is when I look in a mirror. I don't do that all too often, so...</div>
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I'm not sure...CAN a woman be feminine and girly while still having short hair? Is wanting to keep my hair short a matter of pride for me? Should I or
should I not value my HOH's opinion of my looks over my own? </div>
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Because I'm having an urge to let it grow and suffer the headaches-- literal and figurative-- that goes along with it, with the idea that it will please my HOH and God to be more womanly in appearance. </div>
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Decision: undecided. Sigh.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-1341493327079357862012-07-01T09:17:00.003-04:002012-07-01T09:17:48.679-04:00A Note<div style="text-align: justify;">
To those who may be confused while reading through this blog...I apologize. Originally, I'd intended to write on some very specific topics, and while the going was good at first, I've noticed that I sort of lost steam somewhere through the middle.</div>
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I decided, instead, to create a new blog, in which I could stick my thoughts on a variety of topics of importance to me. I'd rather not be constrained into one or two subjects, or keep those subjects separate.</div>
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So here it is. Both my former blogs rolled into one. I hope you can make sense of it!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-68936821935483044932012-05-27T10:44:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:42:47.487-04:00Stress and Staying Focused: A Rant<div style="text-align: justify;"> Yes, I'm about to rant a little.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The title basically says it all, only "staying focused" is often a lot more difficult than people tend to think. I'm talking here about focusing on what matters. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lately, my life has been revolving around one simple thing: THE JOB. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yeah, I like my job. I love that I get to help people experience something that's helped myself and many, many others (for those that do not know, I work retail selling electronic cigarettes-- it's helped me and so many other people quit smoking cigarettes). I love the fact that I've gotten promoted. I enjoy responsibility and am a highly organized person, so being assistant manager (or second key, as they call it; a term typically used to make people do more while not getting the extra pay for that responsibility) is perfect for me. I also do enjoy my coworkers-- most of the time. I love talking to people and seeing them walk out of the store happy. I especially love it when they come in looking for me because they were so happy with me, my personality, and how they were treated in my store.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5G9HCk8ALrybJogzifsDzODQS8a7KAlTavWzc79sqCrER0Z0pEShuOVO8XHR_vvz8ZI72xhcqIU8mjt7D1wCIhEOiW1PapMvm59hcBA3Icrjkw8oV0yOGqDIXcSo5xRN26sbP5se5nY/s1600/workstress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5G9HCk8ALrybJogzifsDzODQS8a7KAlTavWzc79sqCrER0Z0pEShuOVO8XHR_vvz8ZI72xhcqIU8mjt7D1wCIhEOiW1PapMvm59hcBA3Icrjkw8oV0yOGqDIXcSo5xRN26sbP5se5nY/s320/workstress.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me in a nutshell.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">What I don't like about the whole deal is the stress. The working environment is often stressful. What I don't like is that the stress is the result of the trickle-down effect: I'm stressed because my manager is stressed because HIS boss has the Big Wigs breathing down his neck. Would this job normally be stressful? I don't believe so, but because of that trickle-down, it sure is getting to be more and more every day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What I don't like is the commute. Forty-five minutes one way, twice a day, absolutely sucks! I hate the fact that I'm anxious in traffic, that we only have one car, and that K. has to drive me back and forth or he won't have a car for himself and my son should something happen. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also hate the fact that moving "closer" to work-- and thereby lessening my commute time-- would mean moving into the city when we desire to get as FAR away from it and its bad influences as possible! I therefore have no other choice but to commute...or deal with city life, which is something we're absolutely not going to do.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What I don't like is the fact that I'm simply not used to working a "real job" anymore. Do I have a physically demanding job? No. But it is mentally stressful, and I end up absolutely exhausted by the end of each working day, no matter how long or short it is. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stress adversely affects me in a very physical way, and lack of proper sleep does the same. Just yesterday, I worked nearly twelve hours solid (a last minute "schedule change", don'tcha know) and ended up spending half of last night nauseous and sick as a dog as a result. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I pray now? It's <i>"Please, God, don't let Big Boss Guy be a complete and utter a-hole today, because I can't handle it right now!"</i>, not being thankful for everything great and wonderful I have in my life. Those amazing stay-up-till-all-hours-talking-God-with-my-lover nights? Too tired to make it more than half an hour now...and that half an hour usually ends up with me, bitching about WORK.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not only that, but I feel like I'm losing time with my family, too. I force myself to stay awake much longer than feels comfortable and healthy every night after I come home from work because I'm not getting that close contact I need to keep on keeping on. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">K. says that it's still being together even when I'm sleeping (and I do get that concept), but I personally would far prefer his company while <i>conscious</i>. I want to be able to talk and tickle and laugh and play...not to spend that minimal quality time drooling onto my pillow. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Going along with that is the fact that I feel like our sexual relationship is suffering because I'm too physically tired all week long to bother. Not that I don't want it, because I sure do! I'm just kind of at the point where I'm so thoroughly tired I go to sleep and hope I <i>dream</i> about sex. Hell, most days I'm too damn tired to even bother shaving my legs, never mind letting my man see them, or heaven forbid, get between them! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, that's not saying I have or would ever deny my man physical intimacy. I just know that he's far too conscientious about how I feel and my needs to ask me or initiate anything when he knows how tired I am. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On my days off...? Well, judge for yourself. Here I am, <i>on my day off</i>, bitching about WORK. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I come home exhausted all the time and constantly thinking about work: what I like about work, what I don't like about work, what this customer said, what my boss said, and on and on and on. I can't turn my brain off this garbage, and I know for sure that it's affecting me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What I need to do is get focused again. Yes, I'm working right now. Is it the ideal situation for our family dynamic? Not really, no; but it's what we've been handed right now. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I need to learn to keep my work AT WORK. I want to have more energy so that I can spend more time with my beloved and my child. It's hard to keep that balance, I know. But I think my first step in finding balance is staying focused on what's the most important thing to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is The Job the most important thing to me? Hell, no. If it were gone tomorrow, yes, it would suck...but it surely wouldn't be the end of the world. There are other jobs out there to be had. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In my life, "what matters" is my spirituality, my HOH, and my son. These are the things I need to get back into focus. I want to get back to praying <i>because I love my life and my God</i>, not to bitch about what's going wrong or ask for help! I want to have the energy to spend quality time with my family. I want to feel intimate with my HOH again!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The job is incidental. It's a tool to help me support my family. And I'll be damned if it becomes the driving force in my life! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will not allow myself to be absorbed into the proverbial collective and lose my entire life and existence to a paycheck and some company that doesn't give a flying crap about me, my welfare, or my family! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's just not worth it.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-43856042652551749232012-05-06T08:31:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:42:47.463-04:00Modesty in an Immodest World<div style="text-align: justify;">When most people think of modesty, what do they think of?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's a loaded question, because of course people think all kinds of things. I know when I reached my later teens and early twenties, I had a rather negative viewpoint of modesty. I was raised to be modest, you see, and once I left my father's home I decided I would simply do what I want. Skirts below my knees? Not on your life! High-collared shirts? Oh, hell no! I was woman, hear me roar...and all that other nonsense.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I was that age, I decided to go against much of what I was taught in matters of looks and appearance. It was rebellion on my part, and I thank God that I'm smart enough to not have been a REAL rebel and get myself into illegal drugs or binge drinking, as so many young adults do in this day and age. No, my rebellion was in how I looked, and by God, I was going to do what I wanted and dress how I wanted.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, yeah. I showed up at nightclubs at the age of twenty-one wearing little more than a fishnet dress, thong, over-bust corset, and knee-high stiletto boots. Pretty much everything I had was on display for everyone to see...and I did get a LOT of looks. How could I not?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Did I love the attention it got me? ...not so much.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Instead of feeling free, beautiful, and desired, fully in charge of my femininity and the burden of responsibility cast off...I kind of felt like crap. I felt like a slab of meat. Men's eyes were on me everywhere I went in that club, and I knew EXACTLY what they were thinking. They didn't even HAVE to undress me in their head. Hell, I did it for them! Get them a little too drunk, and I could've faced a <i>really</i> bad situation. Thank you, God, that nothing more than a few errant drunken gropes happened. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rather than making me feel good, this behavior-- this acting out-- made me feel cheap and sleazy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Damnit. Those feminists lied to me...again!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZusHK5UI_X8IVO4z_6QNue9aOsQ-t4KJgspklnTVRhGjjaZAtiExlZyM7LPWIRFnANu8g7Q9grmmukhbDsgPRZROPk8ed8QA2bVTOzS7OCKt-HgL3TaoyJenB2jRqkhsGIfWjp5DQ74/s1600/IMG_7094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZusHK5UI_X8IVO4z_6QNue9aOsQ-t4KJgspklnTVRhGjjaZAtiExlZyM7LPWIRFnANu8g7Q9grmmukhbDsgPRZROPk8ed8QA2bVTOzS7OCKt-HgL3TaoyJenB2jRqkhsGIfWjp5DQ74/s400/IMG_7094.jpg" width="265" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Modesty sans frumpiness! </td></tr></tbody></table>Nowadays? I'm older and wiser. Fortunately. I've thrown off the feminist propaganda that tells me I can damn well do what I please and damn the consequences of my actions...and in doing so I've gotten back to my roots. I'm generally conservative in nature to begin with (how I ended up half-naked at a club making out with girls and having a couple too many I can't even imagine now!), but my spiritual path is taking me even further than I was raised to be.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why be modest, though? Is there really anything wrong with wearing a tank top and short shorts? I mean...I live in FLORIDA, the United States capital of God-awful summer heat! I SHOULD be able to bend the "rules" I've got in my head of what is modest and immodest...right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not so much. At least, not for me. To me, modesty is about respect. It's respect for myself, for my relationship with my HOH, and for God.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Dressing in a trashy way with lots of skin showing isn't respectful to myself. It feels as though I don't value myself. I don't want to be one of those women who get ahead in life because they wear miniskirts and let their breasts hang half out. Let me instead be judged (if you will) based on my OWN merits...not by how I look. I want my children to grow up knowing that I respect myself. I want them to learn from my example and not make the same mistakes I have.</li><li>I take a great amount of pride in my relationship. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm submissive to my HOH naturally; it doesn't take any effort on my part whatsoever. I consider the fact that how I dress is not only a reflection on me, but it also is a reflection on HIM and our relationship. I have respect and deep, deep love for him and our relationship, and I aim to show it through my style of dress. My body is his to see...and his alone. I am not for public display.</li><li>God created us all beautiful, in our way. I wouldn't cover myself up in ugly sacks and say "This is what God wants from me!", waving around my piousness like a badge of honor. I'm a humble person...but I still want to be pretty. God made women to be beautiful, so just because I won't wear tank-tops anymore and prefer long skirts does NOT mean I am all of a sudden going to wear ugly clothes. News flash: I can wear bright colors and lively patterns on my clothes and STILL look modest!</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, not everyone will agree with this, and I don't really care one way or the other if they do or not. I know how I feel when I dress modestly, in long skirts and dresses.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I feel feminine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I feel pretty. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I feel confident.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I feel respectful AND respected.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To me, that doesn't seem like such a bad thing at all...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To see the kinds of styles I enjoy, feel free to follow me on Pinterest, my second best hobby! </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/viridiansoul/"><img alt="Follow Me on Pinterest" height="33" src="http://passets-cdn.pinterest.com/images/about/buttons/follow-me-on-pinterest-button.png" width="200" /> </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The above photo is courtesy of <a href="http://galmeetsglam.blogspot.com.br/search?updated-max=2012-04-10T17:57:00-07:00&max-results=2&start=12&by-date=false" target="_blank">Gal Meets Glam</a></span>. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-21028742672663946852012-04-16T08:23:00.000-04:002012-07-01T10:39:36.412-04:00Viewpoints on Spirituality.<div style="text-align: justify;">
It's funny how a span of only a few months can see huge changes come to a person and manifest in the world. In my last post, I talked about how I felt lead toward covering my head and dressing more modesty for submissive and spiritual reasons. In fact, I prefaced it with the idea that I never intended this blog to be full of my spiritual musings at all. I'd truly wanted it to be so that each and every submissive-- regardless of what manner of sub they are-- would be able to find something of value to themselves on my blog.</div>
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The older I get, the more I realize that I'm sort of doing it wrong. Submissiveness is about and ought to be about spirituality, first and foremost above all else. If it's not about spirituality, then it's about sexual pleasure...and what God wants from us out of life is not simply reacting to pleasure and pain.</div>
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Last September, I wrote a lengthy post on here about why I was trying to keep religion out of my writings. The post was called Submission vs. Religion, and it can be found <a href="http://viridiansoul.blogspot.com/2011/09/submission-vs-religion.html" target="_blank">here</a>. I find it kind of funny that, in reading back over it, while I was asserting that religion / spirituality ought not necessarily have a place in submissiveness...at the same time, all my arguments were FOR submissiveness as a natural trait God asks of humans!</div>
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My post was very contradictory on the whole, and let me quickly just point out why. In it, I asserted from the very beginning that because I don't agree with ALL of the teachings laid out in the bible, I don't need the bible to tell me how my life should be lived whatsoever. I said that I could clearly see from the way the universe works that natural submission is normal and derived from God.</div>
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And it IS true. Submission IS evident throughout our world. However...why was I saying that I didn't need the bible to tell me so?</div>
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It wasn't because it was not true. It was, and is, very true. I was doing so because somewhere inside of me, I still had that faint resistance toward organized religion, which was manifesting itself in a distrust of the words in the bible.</div>
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But the bible also tells us that "<span class="text Matt-7-16" id="en-ESV-23333"><span class="woj">You will recognize them by their fruits." (Matt. 7:16a) So, too, we can recognize the BIBLE ITSELF by its fruit, the fruit being the grain of Truth that is found there.</span></span></div>
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Is the above roundabout logic? Perhaps. But it is true nonetheless, and in a lot of ways it's making me rethink my spirituality.</div>
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How did I get to headcovering? Why the appeal for me? Well, if you move on from the third verse I quoted just there, it says that women ought to cover their head when praying or prophesying. Most organized religions in this day and age kind of skip over that part because it simply doesn't fit into the way our modern society works. They want SOME of the Truth there...but are unwilling to go all the way and also take the Truth from the rest of it.</div>
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A woman covering her head shows submissiveness toward her head of household and to God. It shows modesty and decency and respect. Are these traits that a submissive woman would want to have? As far as I'm concerned, you bet!</div>
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You may find that the context of this blog becomes more and more spiritual. I'm tired of trying to fight off my inclination toward disbelieving the bible simply because I've been burned by organized religion in the past. I'm a Seeker of Truth; that's something that is more important to me than anything else. </div>
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If there are Truths throughout the bible, then you can rest assured that I will find them, utilize them, and share them here. And if the thought of scripture being quoted here and there, with sound, logical reasoning why I think it ought to be followed, upsets and / or insults you for some reason...then it's safe to say that you may want to look elsewhere for a different person's writing who is more in line with your thoughts on the matter.</div>
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After all, not everyone is submissive because of spiritual reasons, right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well...things are changing in my home, and it's something I feel the need to express. If you don't like it or feel uncomfortable, feel free to skip over this post.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">K and I have been making a point lately of spending the evenings when I have off work just talking. We'll sit out on the porch, have a glass of wine or two, and talk about whatever comes up. Lately, what's been coming up is our need to be more spiritual. We spoke at some length about the Amish and the appeal of their community. We talked about why there's so much appeal in that sort of lifestyle for us. And through the course of all that, a few things came into my mind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Modesty is important, isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's part of what separates a spiritual person from your average, everyday sheeple. Being modest shows respect to yourself, to your HOH, and to the Creator. It shows that you value the sacredness of those relationships.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I came to realize that, while I'm not trashy in dress and appearance by any means, I could be doing better. And something moved in me to do better because of it. I spun it around in my head for a day or two, and finally brought it up to HOH: I want to start covering my head.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To show my submissiveness. To show modesty. To feel more feminine. He took in my answers and said he had no problem getting behind it, and my journey took a new turn. We ended up at Walmart in the crafts section, and I picked out a couple different fabrics I liked to turn into head coverings. I also got a nice blue flowered bandana that I thought would do the trick. At home, I did a bunch of research and started making a couple of covers for myself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once I put it on, I had this feeling come over me. It felt right...like this was a part of something I'd been missing out on. It's only been a week, but that feeling hasn't gone away. I'm fully aware that it will not, because he and I have in some ways stumbled across a Truth in it. Modesty has its place in our life. Head covering is a way to show that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Within another day or two, I felt pulled toward looking even more feminine. I had an urge to go through my closet and throw out every pair of slacks I own. Of course, I didn't do that...because I've only a couple skirts and one or two dresses to wear, period. That wouldn't leave much for my daily life at all. But when the opportunity arose to hit up the local Goodwill, we went, and I walked out with three nice floor-length skirts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Am I saying this sort of thing is for everyone? No, not necessarily...but it could be, and perhaps it should be, too. I'll get to the reasons why I think it can and should be in a future post.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-22825911792564411692012-01-07T10:52:00.000-05:002012-07-01T08:42:47.439-04:00Dress to Impress-- Why You Should Take Care of Yourself for Yourself, and Him Too<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know about the rest of you, but I absolutely hate to be sick. I loathe it more than almost anything else in this world. Especially a head cold. Nothing is less attractive then an endlessly running nose, sniffling, and coughing all day long. When you get sick, there really isn't anything you can do about it aside from waiting it out. We don't have the cure for the common cold. Yet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This topic came to mind to me because last night I was battling a low-grade fever and I hoped that a good night's sleep would be just the trick to get me feeling good and perky this morning. The sleep, unfortunately, just didn't work. Apparently, I cannot just sleep off an impending cold. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will tell you one thing that does help me <i>feel</i> better, though. That one thing is dressing up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's right. <i>Dressing up</i>. It may be a simple vanity thing, or some deep subconscious feminine need, but whenever I'm sick, making myself pretty is a surefire way to perk up my mood.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm not a makeup addict by any stretch of the imagination. I'm just as likely to leave the house on any given day au naturale, without even a dab of something pretty on my face, as I am to apply something. I do, however, notice a huge change in how I feel when I go to the trouble of taking that five or ten minutes to do so.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In other words, I am not one of those "high-maintenance" chicks. I far prefer to be natural, and I do believe that K shares the same opinion.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">However. However! By the same token, there are times when I simply feel that I want to <i>look</i> better...and often enough, dressing a little nicer than I usually do or quickly applying some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss does the trick. Yes, I do it for myself, and the truth of the matter is that whenever my mood is so-so and could stand some improvement, <i>this always works</i>! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I make myself up pretty and maybe even throw on a nice skirt or dress. My mood elevates immediately. Take it from the girl whose average skin care regimen includes washing her face and brushing her hair, and whose wardrobe primarily consists of flip flops, cargo pants, and tank tops.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I look in the mirror and see myself...only better. And that, in turn, makes me feel better. I suppose there's some scientific reason for this, and I know I've found it here and there before, but I'm not going to go to the bother of looking this all up to post on here. Suffice it to say this: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: justify;">It is scientifically proven that making oneself look nicer is a surefire way to improve your mood.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now that that's out of the way...one might ask this: dressing up and putting on makeup is great. It makes me feel nice, happier, insert-good-feeling-emotion here. However, what does that have to do with my man?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is where things get a little more complicated. But not <i>too</i> complicated.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When two people share space with each other like two married / committed people do, there are naturally a lot of things that they see of each other that others don't. We go through sweaty days, stinky days, cranky days, period days, those days where last night's dinner simply didn't agree with you at all... For parents, it might become old hat to walk around in that shirt with infant spit up on it, wearing sweatpants and slippers all day long. Most humans don't see this sort of thing from anyone else except their partner. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes these things are more frequent than the sweet-smelling, sexy-looking, nice days when your man wants to lock you into the bedroom all day and throw away the key.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know about the rest of you, but I, for my part, far greatly prefer feeling sexy, wanted, and desired. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's very easy to get into an appearance slump, but it's also correctable and can go a long way toward improving your relationship if it's starting to slump, too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Think back to when you and your man first got together or were dating. Heaven forbid should a hair on your head be out of place. You were always sure to look nice. He would never see you in sweats and hair in a ponytail. You wouldn't even dream of letting him see your legs unshaved. You wouldn't skip a shower if your life depended on it...all because of that desire to attract him to you, to make yourself appear more desirable than all the other little female fishies in the sea.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But somewhere along the line, that can change. You get committed. Life catches you up. You find yourself with less and less time, especially if you both work or there are babies to take into account. You love your man, yes...but at the same time, you no longer fear losing him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After all, if he can tolerate the occasional after dinner flatulence, he can tolerate anything...<i>right</i>?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fact of the matter is, once you get to that certain point in your relationship, looks seem to become less important. You've caught your man, so it's cool now. You're free to let things go a little.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I'm saying you shouldn't do this, and if you discover that you're falling into this pattern, that you should get out of it, fast. You might be a harried stay at home mother and homemaker or a hard-working woman with a full time job, but you do not have to look like one! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Do things for yourself once in a while. Hell, do something for yourself at least once a week, if not once a day. Doing so will improve your mood tremendously...and your man will enjoy looking at you, too. Liking looking at you, in turn, will cause him to continue to find you desirable, which in turn will cause you to <i>feel more desirable</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">People might claim this sort of thinking is sexist, but I personally do not believe in sexism. It's a simple matter of cause and effect. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>Cause</u>: Children run you around all day, or work keeps you all hours of the day. You're harried and you can barely cope with or keep up with everything.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>Effect</u>: You run out of energy for everything, even for your man and yourself. You let yourself slip, and sex eventually goes right out the window in favor of, please God, just <i>one</i> good night of sleep!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's another one, though, that's far nicer than the first one:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>Cause</u>: You notice you're looking crappy, feeling crappy, and have no energy so you decide to spend an hour giving yourself a mani/pedi or a nice facial you read about in that woman's magazine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>Effect</u>: You are pleased with yourself, and your mood improves. When your husband/SO comes home and notices your mood, it in turn brightens his day. He suggests a little quality "one-on-one" time that evening with waggled eyebrows. Everyone is happier as a result.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The point is, I'm not trying to say you ought to do things just for yourself or just for your man. Why not do it for both reasons? Looking nice can go a long way toward helping out your mood and therefore improve the mood of everyone in the house.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know this for a fact, because instead of slumping around in sweatpants, I decided to throw on a skirt and some nicely applied, tasteful makeup today. I might not feel less sick, but I sure do feel better about it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Give it a try if you haven't already, ladies. It can't hurt and can only help!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-17942936163872896992011-12-31T09:14:00.000-05:002012-07-01T08:43:57.202-04:00Two Abortion Docs Charged With Murder After 35 Late-Term Babies Found in Freezer<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/two-abortion-docs-charged-murder-35-term-babies-200338915.html" target="_blank">Two Abortion Docs Charged With Murder After 35 Late-Term Babies Found in Freezer</a></span><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div id="yui_3_3_0_18_1325338267693399">The investigation began in August 2010 after a botched procedure at Brigham’s Elkton clinic. An 18-year-old woman who was 21 weeks pregnant had her uterus ruptured and her bowel injured, and rather than call 911, Brigham and Riley drove her to a nearby hospital, where both were uncooperative and Brigham refused to give his name, authorities said.</div><br />A search of the clinic after the botched abortion revealed a freezer with 35 late-term fetuses inside, including one believed to have been aborted at 36 weeks, authorities said. <br /><br />... <br /><br />Brigham, 55, is charged with five counts of first-degree murder, five counts of second-degree murder and one count of conspiracy. Riley, 46, faces one count each of first- and second-degree murder and one conspiracy count. The procedure authorities say was botched resulted in the murder case against Riley and three of the 11 murder charges against Brigham, prosecutors told the Cecil Whig in Elkton, Md. The other charges against Brigham relate to four other illegal abortions he performed there, prosecutors added. <br /><br />Maryland is one of 38 states with a law that allows murder charges against someone accused of killing a viable fetus. The 2005 law has so far only been used for cases in which defendants were accused of assaulting or killing pregnant women. <br /><br />The botched 2010 abortion led regulators to order Brigham to stop practicing medicine in Maryland without a license, and Riley’s Maryland license was suspended. Brigham’s New Jersey license was also suspended. <br /><br />According to regulators, Brigham would begin abortions in New Jersey and have his patients drive themselves to Maryland to complete the procedures, taking advantage of Maryland’s more permissive laws. Brigham was not authorized to perform abortions in New Jersey after the first trimester, and regulators called his actions manipulative and deceptive. </blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">Aside from the obvious fact, I see several huge things wrong with this entire scenario. Firstly, where's the mandate to do no harm? These two people were obviously more concerned with not getting themselves in trouble over saving a young girl's life and making sure that she was okay. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last I checked, the Hippocratic Oath was something that all heathcare professionals were supposed to subscribe to. ...isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdLGSiCJk3nP1Tk_ISVuxBr6OE8R9XLBAIxFcZHsT4PDXvoKO1_Hg7ANfSge0xaOQKGPp5Pg-YwzXnu5V2YfmkTLRa21Tzc-WNzCL2yxb8RN5MdeYxDqrrXkS2Wc0wNw6Rcw20_p9gCSW/s1600/tumblr_lojypcWHrA1qlstbco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdLGSiCJk3nP1Tk_ISVuxBr6OE8R9XLBAIxFcZHsT4PDXvoKO1_Hg7ANfSge0xaOQKGPp5Pg-YwzXnu5V2YfmkTLRa21Tzc-WNzCL2yxb8RN5MdeYxDqrrXkS2Wc0wNw6Rcw20_p9gCSW/s320/tumblr_lojypcWHrA1qlstbco1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby at 36 weeks gestation</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Let's not forget this little gem, the one that got them both charged with MURDER: <i>thirty five late-term BABIES found in a freezer?</i> Obviously these two criminals-- and the mothers who aborted these babies-- knew that they were doing wrong, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to such trouble in hiding this sick, disgusting act. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If they're both being charged with murder, then clearly this is a criminal act. In fact, in my opinion, if there was some way to find out who the bearers (I refuse to say mothers in this instance) of these helpless, murdered innocent babies were, I feel that they should be charged with murder as well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After all, it's not as though they were bound and gagged, then forcibly taken to an abortion clinic to remove their children...who by that time were almost fully developed and easily able to live unaided in the world outside the womb. They walked in there by their own power, and they ought to be punished just as much as the people who performed this atrocity for them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm coming up to the point, which is this: when is the cutoff date between "abortion" and "murder"? What makes a 36 week gestation baby being aborted a murder, but a 20 week gestation one is not? Is it because a 36 week gestation baby actually LOOKS like one? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjur5Hkrm9JtysHKrwFX1kc5qpfIV1IcOSGpCBWwi8Ze88HtpdExE0Zsipk4qiBT5R-ITVJSoJHQGPrHHrM7onEpFeK7JKa4HAck499Z5wXZ2w6jRyh3NOFWNEsD97zw3YkMvH5W80TZj-T/s1600/Baby-20-weeks-old.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjur5Hkrm9JtysHKrwFX1kc5qpfIV1IcOSGpCBWwi8Ze88HtpdExE0Zsipk4qiBT5R-ITVJSoJHQGPrHHrM7onEpFeK7JKa4HAck499Z5wXZ2w6jRyh3NOFWNEsD97zw3YkMvH5W80TZj-T/s1600/Baby-20-weeks-old.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby in utero at 20 weeks</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">...well, if that's the case, then people haven't taken a look at what one at 20 weeks looks like, because all the parts are there! Little fingers and toes, eyes, nose, and mouth, heart, lungs and brain! But no. Apparently all that doesn't make up a baby; it's just a "clump of cells", is it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The simple fact is, folks, that ALL abortion is murder, period. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Make your excuses for it, ladies. You're not ready for a child, you don't have the money. Your man left you when he found out he knocked you up and you don't want to have to be a single parent. Whatever the excuse, go on and make it. But this is the truth: YOU ABORT YOUR BABY, AND YOU MURDER IT. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These 35 women who willingly walked into an abortion clinic could have done the RIGHT thing if they didn't want their babies or didn't feel they could properly take care of them. They could have waited the COUPLE EXTRA WEEKS and delivered their babies safely-- <i>without</i> having some sick excuse for a doctor jam a scalpel into their brainstems and murder them-- then placed the children up for adoption.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">People need to wake up and face reality, however difficult it might be. No one wants to admit that they're wrong. No one wants that feeling of guilt for doing something they KNOW is wrong. But Truth is absolute, isn't it? You can't just say "It's my baby, so it's my choice" then turn around and <i>kill that same child</i>! It's wrong on so many levels!<br /><br />Wake up, people! Stop murdering your babies! </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-5699738887881760252011-12-29T10:32:00.000-05:002012-07-01T08:42:47.480-04:00The Little Things That Bring Me Joy<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxxz-T87mZRzVBgGpqg1XxoWqPLREdAyPtyWyLr7Buzzf2LFvOQqQ6uHdU3LzXQTYDxpf8Hutize4hHMgTSwyItMVbZJ9QQcg2su6Zzv1yMEiGqOMwMmm3wF592YYlkBtJBmMFKEYQgv3/s1600/6a01157006c1ad970b01157154f0b5970c-320wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxxz-T87mZRzVBgGpqg1XxoWqPLREdAyPtyWyLr7Buzzf2LFvOQqQ6uHdU3LzXQTYDxpf8Hutize4hHMgTSwyItMVbZJ9QQcg2su6Zzv1yMEiGqOMwMmm3wF592YYlkBtJBmMFKEYQgv3/s320/6a01157006c1ad970b01157154f0b5970c-320wi.jpg" width="272" /></a></div>It's funny how being in love changes a person. I used to be one of those people that hated household chores. I did them because I had to, not because it gave me any pleasure. I never really had the satisfaction of a job well-done. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cooking, sweeping, mopping, dusting, vacuuming, doing the laundry...cleaning the BATHROOM?<br /><br />Yeech! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dishes, especially, were of great personal loathing to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">God, I always HATED dishes. They seemed to pile up endlessly. I could never manage to keep up with them. It was impossible to get my ex to rinse off his plates and bowls, resulting in a disgusting and ugly mess inside our dishwasher. Eventually, it ended up breaking completely, and I was forced to clean all those dishes by hand, once again, fighting with the disgusting, dried-up mess on plates on a daily basis. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All this isn't even taking into consideration the fact that I was disabled before I ever married my ex, and trying to grasp dishes with my disabled hand tends to cause me tremendous pain over time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Succinctly, I loathed dishes and everything to do with them, and I couldn't stand my ex's inconsideration of me. He didn't care that I had to work extra hard to make the dishes clean because he was too lazy to run them under water. He didn't care that doing so was causing me a great deal of physical pain. He clearly thought that was the only thing I was good for-- cooking and cleaning up after him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This, among many other things, led me to loathe him just as much as I did all those hated household chores. Eventually, it led to the dissolution of our marriage altogether.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And you know what? In a lot of ways, I'm glad it did, because if I hadn't gotten so thoroughly disgusted with this lazy, dirty man, I never would've gotten the nerve up to move so far away from home...where eventually I did end up meeting the one true love of my life. Thank you, God.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Things have changed with me in a complete 180 since I met K. A lot of the things I couldn't ever stand to do back then give me a tremendous amount of satisfaction and joy now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reason why is because I know that he appreciates everything I do for him. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love to cook now, when I used to hate it beforehand. I never got any pleasure out of it, because the simple fact was that I knew my ex didn't appreciate me or <i>anything</i> I did, especially when it came to things like running the household. Doing the laundry, while not entirely pleasurable, is a lot more enjoyable to me because I know that doing it makes my HOH proud of me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My nemesis, dishes? Oh yes. I LOVE doing the dishes now, surprisingly enough! We have a dishwasher, and lately it's been acting up. Instead of whining about how it needs to be fixed so that dishes come out spotlessly clean like they're supposed to...I decided instead that I'd start washing all the dishes old school-- by hand. It needs doing multiple times a day to be sure that a huge mess doesn't end up all over the kitchen counters, but I love doing it anyway...because now I take pride in the appearance of our home and I want things looking nice all the time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It doesn't even bother me that much when my hand starts hurting me, because my sense of pride and the feel of his love for me kind of just...covers it up. It's a pain worth bearing for me because of the rewards I get from it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The biggest reason for all this is simple: I <i>want</i> my HOH to be proud of me. I feel like I need a sense of accomplishment, and making sure that everything is neat and in order, all nice and clean, is one way of doing that. I know for a fact that K appreciates everything I do around the house, because he tells me so regularly. It bolsters me up and makes me want to keep on keeping on, and even find new and better ways of doing things in order to keep that appreciation and sense of pride.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is one of those things that just makes sense, and it isn't a one-way street, either. It's very nice to feel appreciated, and I love it. However, it's also very easy to forget to show appreciation for the things your partner does for YOU. You should always remember to show appreciation for your own HOH. Let him know that the little things he does for you are important to you and make you feel special-- even if it is something simple like changing the oil in the car or mowing the lawn. Those things take time, too, and are just as much a reason to appreciate him as he does for you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Showing appreciation for each other is another way of showing love. When it's a two-way street and both partners are feeling appreciated, it makes them want to work harder, for their partner, for their family, and especially for themselves. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stay appreciative, and you'll find that your relationship stays strong, too!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-44194105575899915392011-11-26T14:34:00.000-05:002012-07-01T08:43:57.217-04:00Overruled: Government Invasion of your Parental Rights<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/gbaDRdG6nrE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For more information, please visit <a href="http://www.parentalrights.org/">http://www.parentalrights.org</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-76959412549758866442011-11-21T08:27:00.000-05:002012-07-01T08:42:47.496-04:00Loving the Husband More Than the Kids Is Key to Good Life<blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: justify;">I remember <b>asking my mom when I was little</b> who she <b>loved best between me and my dad</b>. "It's a different kind of love," she told me then. But the kisses she and my dad shared in the toy aisle, their constant holding hands, and their long vacations sans kids while we stayed with the grandparents told me otherwise. She loved my dad more. And I am so happy she did.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When a <b>family is strong, mom does prioritize the marriage over the kids</b>. But we live in a culture where kids come first. Or, as my friend recently said, "Since when did kids move from the card table at Thanksgiving to the head of the table?" Since when, indeed.</div></blockquote>Read the rest <a href="http://thestir.cafemom.com/love_sex/128932/loving_the_husband_more_than?utm_medium=sm&utm_source=facebook&utm_content=fanpage" target="_blank">HERE</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-78208574710694195642011-11-16T12:12:00.000-05:002012-07-01T08:42:47.499-04:00Bear With Me.<div style="text-align: justify;">One of my great faults is being never satisfied. Those few people who come to this blog likely noticed this in me as I consistently and constantly keep changing the layout, look, and color scheme of the blog.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm pleased to say that I'm finally and generally pretty happy with how it looks now. I can't foresee changing it much for a little while aside from tiny little tweaks here and there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Good luck to me, and thank you to those of you who have been putting up with my wishy-washiness!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-37819627167014129172011-11-15T10:32:00.000-05:002012-07-01T08:42:47.455-04:00Insecurity.<div style="text-align: justify;">One of the things I noticed-- rather recently, to my chagrin-- is how I react when I feel insecure. It's not that I didn't realize it, but rather that I didn't realize what it meant. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's hard to admit to oneself that you are insecure to begin with, and it's something that I've suffered with a lot over the course of my life. I have always held myself to an impossible standard, something that I could never follow. I want to be always on the right side of things. I never want to be a disappointment or a failure in any aspect of my life. What I seek in myself is perfection, and of course, I ALWAYS fall short of it. No one is perfect. I know this, as does everyone else; and yet the fact remains that I still want myself to be this way...and when I'm not, I find I disappoint myself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, perfection being what it is, I find that I am <i>constantly</i> disappointing myself. Because of this, I have a deep-seated fear that by being a disappointment to myself that I must therefore also be a disappointment to my loved ones. There is no greater fear to me than disappointing my HOH. It literally goes well above and beyond any other fear that I might ever have, and causes a significant amount of insecurity in me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's a sad thing that I can easily recognize my own insecurities, and yet I feel as though I have absolutely no control over them. I understand that my need to be/seem/appear perfect in all matters is irrational at best. Yet at the same time, I cannot stop myself from thinking and feeling this way no matter how hard I try to convince myself I can. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I constantly and consistently set myself up for disappointment, and in this one thing I never let myself down. I see the littlest disappointments internally and they by their very nature become huge and irreconcilable to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I suppose at the least it's a good thing that I understand this part of myself. If I didn't, I can imagine that I would spend my life moody, disappointed, and depressed and have absolutely no idea <i>why</i>. Usually I can spot these sort of emotional trends coming a mile away, even if I'm powerless to stop it happening.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While I do know what the cause of the bulk of my insecurities were, my largest one over all of these is even more simple: I feel that I cannot control myself and my emotions. This is a source of deep disgust and self-loathing to me, and naturally by proxy I find it hard to imagine myself a loveable person if I feel so deeply disgusted in myself. If I cannot love myself, in essence, why ought anyone else, ever? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Coming close on the heels of that is the fact that I have a deep, undeniable need to know that I am loved, even if I hate myself on many occasions...which is where I come down to the topic at hand. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My reaction to my own self-loathing and disgust is usually tears. I get angry and frustrated at my own stupidity, for saying or doing whatever stupid thing that got me along those lines to begin with. I all at once feel the need to withdraw. I am unloveable to everyone because I do not love myself, I feel.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Yet at the same time, I always find myself turning toward my HOH. He gives me the reassurance that even if I err and do something horribly stupid, he still loves me and is happy with me. Not necessarily my actions, but my <i>person</i>. While I desire to retreat and turn inward, shunning contact with others, at the same time I long for emotional support and physical touch. Nothing stills me faster than being held, because the act itself tells my subconscious, "What you did or said might not be okay, but I'm okay with <i>you</i>." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because of this innate need to feel secure and loved, even when I don't feel that I deserve it, I find that the more insecure I feel, the more I long to touch, to hold and be held. Most of the time I cannot express myself. There may not be words attached with all these crazy emotions, or if there are, I may find myself too tongue-tied to get them out. But I know that I can at least express myself in this way. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My fear in this area is, perhaps, in being found out...although I'll be found out anyhow, considering my HOH reads this. The fact of the matter is that I'm transparent as a pane of glass, and to me it's shameful that I can have just figured this out when I'm positive that he already knows this is my reaction to stress, doubt, and insecurity. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And yet, here's the truth of the matter: I'm a woman, I'm emotional, and I'm frequently insecure, and the only cure for it is his unconditional love. My saving grace is that he understands the nature of a woman and accepts me for who I am and what I feel.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-34813100908443033882011-11-14T08:12:00.000-05:002012-07-01T10:45:46.571-04:00Living In a Morally Defunct Society<div style="text-align: justify;">
It doesn't take a PH.D to look around today and see that something is genuinely wrong with society. There have been a variety of "controversies" that have sparked debate across the country lately, but they are just the tip of the iceberg compared to all that is wrong with the human race in today's day and age. Moral ambiguity is at an all-time high, and this is presented to me with a quote from the man who most Christians consider the ultimate authority of good versus evil in the world: the Pope.</div>
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This statement was included in his sermon while at the same time preaching from God's alleged pulpit that pedophilia and child pornography was considered "normal" as far back as the 1970s. It certainly does say something about the standards of morality in our world today, doesn't it?</div>
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With an organization as far-reaching as the Catholic Church taking stands such as these, it's no wonder that morality is in a free-fall across the globe! Recently, riots have rocked Pennsylvania State University over allegations that one of the former coaches engaged in sexual acts and rape of young boys from as far back as the 70s. The riots had nothing to do with the fact that this man used his position of authority to brutalize children. </div>
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No, of course not. In today's modern society of sports worship, the student body of Penn State was more concerned in showing support for the current coach, who was told by several different people that his assistant was engaging in these practices and instead of reporting it to the police, DID NOTHING. They were more concerned over the prospect that their school might suspend college football than the fact that one of their "beloved" coaches raped preteen boys, apparently regularly, too.</div>
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And for those human beings who hold no values or moral standards today and would like to be whores on a slightly different level? We have Ashleymadison.com, a website any married person can join to find others to cheat on with! As the site's motto declares, "Life is short. Have an affair"! Indeed, who cares about the marital vows you spoke before God and witnesses, especially when you want to get your rocks off?</div>
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Over ELEVEN MILLION people are subscribed to the above site...which has been featured in media such as <span class="textOutlets">TIME magazine, BusinessWeek, Sports Illustrated, and Maxim, and on many television talk shows, including the Tyra Banks Show.</span></div>
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Is it really any wonder that child murder-- I mean, abortion rates have soared? Is it any wonder that murder, rape, and child abuse are commonplace today? Is it any wonder that nobody really cares that we're blowing up little children in the Middle East all for the sake of "democracy"? </div>
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Is it so hard to maintain moral standards when everything around us is supersaturating us with the idea that right and wrong are "relative"? Apparently this seems to be the case. Americans (and no doubt humans the world over) are led by the nose by social standards, the media, their religious organizations, and anything else that one can think of. Most people can't be bothered to think past their warped views of right and wrong. We live in a Pavlovian society: whatever gives me pleasure or reward is right, and whatever makes me unhappy is wrong. Everything is skewed toward ideals of perception, without morals.</div>
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Our country, and yes, our WORLD as well, needs to see a reformation, a return to standards of morality in every aspect of our lives. No one would likely disagree that our world is in a terrible place today, with crimes of all kind running rampant. The part that is truly striking is that most people only care about crimes of any kind <i>when the crime itself effects them directly</i>. Weren't abused or molested as a child? Oh well. Just care about the poor coach and your football season. Not happy in your marriage? Oh well. Don't try and work it out through counseling, or heaven forbid, God's-honest communication! Just screw around on them! Having a baby is inconvenient right now? It's alright, just murder your child through abortion!</div>
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Until the day comes when people return to a system of absolute truth, the morally upright people of this world will continue to cringe at the above statements and many more like them, while those that commit these crimes will continue on with them, happy that the media has taught them to justify their crimes and release the burden of guilt they should have. It's a sad and disgusting truth about this world, one that all right-minded people hope to see ended one day.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/news/world-news/popersquos-child-porn-normal-claim-sparks-outrage-among-victims-15035449.html" target="_blank">Vatican Christmas Shocker! Pope says child rape isn't that bad, was normal back in his day</a></span></h2>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/11/10/health/survivors-penn-unrest/index.html" target="_blank">Survivors of sexual abuse appalled by Penn State unrest</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> <a href="http://www.ashleymadison.com/" target="_blank">Ashley Madison</a></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-13478943094381183582011-11-04T11:24:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:42:47.432-04:00In Response<div style="text-align: justify;">I wrote this in reply to a topic on one of my mom's groups. I figured considering it's on this same subject as is so near and dear to my heart, that I'd post it here as well.</div><hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Here's a topic that's very close to my heart! I've stated my opinion on this at least a couple times, I'm sure, but I'm game to have a go at it again.<br /><br />It's pretty plain from my sig that I do identify as a submissive wife. I mean, it's right there. I blog about it whenever I get the urge to post something regarding this topic. Like many of the other ladies, I will agree that there's a huge misconception in regards to what the term submissive actually is. In truth, it's a lot of things. There are those, like one of the mamas above, who consider it to be a part of the BDSM lifestyle. There are those who consider it to be a part of their duty as good Christian women and wives. And then...there's me, I guess.<br /><br />I consider myself submissive. I follow my husband's lead in all matters. I feel that it gives me a great degree of freedom, and I feel far more free from worry than I have in my entire life, up till now. I'm happy to be a stay at home mother. I clean the house, I spend five hours a day schooling my child. I make sure the dog is out and that he's enough food and water. I get the mail in and run errands to the store and elsewhere. We cook meals together, because I know that I'm no good at grilling, which we do a lot. We put up the dishes together, and make sure that they're run through the washer. Laundry is my domain. It's not that DH can't do it...he's done it for years on his own after the dissolution of his previous marriage. Fact of the matter is, I'm MUCH better at it, and furthermore, it gives me pleasure to be good at what I do. If it's simply something like cleaning, or doing the laundry, or whatever the case may be, I get TREMENDOUS joy in knowing that in doing these things, I keep my household running smoothly and that I make my husband happy.<br /><br />To me, there is no greater task in this world than seeing to the needs of my family and house. It makes me extremely happy to know that I'm doing a good job, and I'm told so by my DH all the time. Just like any person would be happy to receive praise at work for a job well done, so too do I. I LOVE to do little things for my husband: I get him his drinks, I rub his back or his feet when they hurt, I make sure that the table is always laid and ready for dinner. And you know what? He's ALWAYS appreciative of that! I am a forever-worrier; everything bothers me and makes me worry...and one of the things I worry over is whether I show him enough that I love him. I'm not incredibly verbally expressive, but he always maintains that through my actions he can easily see that I do love him...which in turn causes me to worry less about it and feel more secure.<br /><br />I don't choose submissiveness because I am a weak-willed woman. It's something entirely natural and normal for me. I've been submissive by nature for my entire life, ever since I was a child. Consider it the opposite of the classic Type-A personality, if you'd like. I'm not pushy, I don't enjoy the spotlight. I don't enjoy being the one in charge. I prefer to be the person in the background, getting what needs to be done, done without any rewards or applause for it.<br /><br />Yes, I do think that submissiveness is a choice. No dominant man could ever actually be allowed to be dominant if his woman refuses to submit to him. To me, giving the gift of submission to my husband is my ultimate gift to him: it shows that I hold him in tremendous esteem, that I trust him implicitly above ALL other men. I feel more comfortable with myself, far stronger and more secure, because of the nature of our relationship.<br /><br />I've tried doing it both ways. In my previous marriage, I desired to be a SAHM, to raise children and mind the house. My ex was fine with having a house slave, but that's really just what he thought of our "marriage". It took me a while to realize it, but he thought that marriage was having someone to do everything for him while he worked. He thought it was all about him working, and doing nothing else, then coming home and having sex with me whether I liked it or not. He wasn't dominant at all; in fact, he demurred to me in EVERYTHING. At first I liked it. I liked being in charge and having a man give me what I want, whenever I wanted it. But after a short time, it began to wear and tear on me. I realized through observing his behavior that he's not a strong man at all. I lost all respect for him, and between that and a variety of other things, that was the beginning of the end of that marriage for me.<br /><br /><br />When I left him, I was already so disenfranchised with the "wimpy man" type (which he was in spades, video game obsession included!), that I was determined to stay single forever. It wasn't until I found Kenny that I realized that our plans can often go awry, and often for the best of reasons. Where my ex was weak, in Kenny I found a strong man, one who was opinionated and highly intelligent. Before we ever met, I KNEW he was the one for me. Being with him makes me feel like a stronger person and a more confident woman. I trust him COMPLETELY. I don't worry about him making the wrong decision for our family, because I know his mind, and his morals, and his way of thinking. We are in accord in everything in our lives, and I mean EVERYTHING. When you have this kind of confidence in your man, it makes it very easy to allow him to take charge and be the leader.<br /><br />The way I see it (feel free to bash me, if you will) is that it's the "equal partnership" relationships which are harder to make work. In every aspect of nature, there is a leader and a follower. Look in business: someone must be the boss, and someone must be the employee. Look in the animal world: one must be the pack leader, and the rest followers. These sorts of examples go on and on.<br /><br />It seems to me that this pattern is one of Natural Order, and it oughtn't be messed with. Someone must lead. How can two people BOTH be the leaders in a household? It would be nothing but a power struggle till the end of time, with constant arguements and fighting over who gets to be in charge, over whose ideas and decisions are the right ones.<br /><br />Perhaps I'm getting a tad off track of the subject, but this is the way that I see a naturally dominant/submissive relationship. It's just a part of the Natural Order of the world. I don't need god to tell me so, because I can clearly see it evident in almost every facet of the world around me. In fact, I'd venture to say (for those of us who are religious or Christian) that since God created everything, how he would like us to interact in our own personal relationships should be as obvious as observing the world around us. For thousands-- or more-- of years, it was the man's responsibility to lead, to protect his family, and to provide for their support. It was the woman's responsibility to see to the home, to the comfort of her family, and to the raising of children. Somewhere along the line all that went awry. I just figure that, for myself and in my relationship, that we're following a time-tested and proven method that WORKS.<br /><br />It might not work for everyone, but it doesn't hurt trying. After all, I can't think of many other people I know in my personal life that can claim and have it said true that they NEVER fight or even argue with their spouse. Even my own mother tried to tell me that my relationship is WRONG because I maintain that we never fight. She says that EVERYONE fights, which makes us apparently abnormal.<br /><br />If that's the case, I'm glad to be in the abnormal minority.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-36179494083718918022011-10-15T13:29:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:42:47.450-04:00Trust vs. Jealousy<div style="text-align: justify;">This is a subject that I see come up time and again on my mom's forums. A woman's DH talks to someone that they don't approve of-- be it an ex girlfriend, a female coworker, and the list goes on and on-- and upon finding out, it blows up into this HUGE fight. One of the ladies recently started a huge row and told her husband off <i>simply</i> because he was talking to an old high school girlfriend over Facebook and said girlfriend sent him a couple of old football articles.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not only did she tell her husband off, she clearly thought that she would get backing for her rude and inconsiderate behavior. It seems to me that she was just as upset when other moms were telling her that she should have handled it in a different way than she was finding out about her husband talking to an old flame. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The part that I find sad about all this is that there's a simple lack of trust...almost everywhere, it seems. If this were an unusual occurrance, I wouldn't think about it too much at all. The fact of the matter is that, nowadays, women simply don't trust their men.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's really a two way street when it comes to trust in relationships. If you show trust, your partner will be trustworthy in return. If you do not show trust, then your partner may end up feeling that there's no more need for him to be trustworthy...simply because no matter what he does, you won't trust him anyway. The degree of frustration over his ability to actually Do Anything Right will leave him disenchanted at best, and at worst drive him away.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I read these sorts of things, it makes me ever so glad that I don't have to worry about things like this. While I do admit to jealousy on the occasion, I fully realize that this jealousy is all in my head and it isn't doing me any good. I truly have no need to be jealous of K's ex, because of one simple fact that he told me:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>If he wanted her, he would still be with her. He chose ME. He's with ME. He's in MY bed every night. </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I still talk to my ex, on the rare occasion. When I do, I try to keep it as short as possible, because it's a part of my life that I simply would like to get past. But he remains on my Facebook profile as a friend-- for a variety of reasons, among them so that I can get ahold of him easier when the time comes for me to file papers-- and, shock and amazement! K doesn't ever get distrustful of me. He has absolutely no jealousy or resentment of what came before. I know this for a fact because, if he did, he would <i>talk to me and tell me</i>!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm secure enough in my relationship to know that much. Without genuine communication, nothing's left but that a sense of mistrust and apprehension, which are left to grow and fester until it drives a wedge into the relationship. It doesn't matter if these negative emotions are real or imagined: by nursing them and not letting them out, you make them as real as if they actually <i>were</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why should K be mistrustful of my previous relationships, really? We both know that my marriage to my ex was...shall we say, less than satisfactory? I wasn't happy at all, through the entire duration of the marriage to my ex, and now that I'm well away from him and with K, I am. I, in turn, know that K's former relationship was just as bad for him, and that being with me is what makes him happy. I still can't fathom that fact sometimes, but yet...there it is. And really? If that's enough for K, it's enough for me, too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Being confident and secure like this-- having real, genuine trust in one's partner and knowing it's returned in kind-- is one of the most amazing and fulfilling parts of being in a relationship. True trust is an apparently rare gift today, because so often women are so caught up in their own insecurities that they fail to see everywhere that their relationship's gone right. They forget about the fact that The Ex is the ex...for a <i>reason</i>. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-91774553491281354072011-10-07T12:55:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:43:57.245-04:00Domestic Violence Soon to Be Legal In Kansas<div style="text-align: justify;">I stumbled across an article today that gave me literal goosebumps...and not in a good way. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thinkprogress.org/justice/2011/10/06/338461/topeka-kansas-city-council-considers-decriminalizing-domestic-violence-to-save-money/">Topeka, Kansas City Council Considers Decriminalizing Domestic Violence To Save Money</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Due to a rising budget crisis, Topeka, KS has now decided to look at decriminalizing domestic violence, among other misdemeanors. According to them, "the <b>Shawnee County District Attorney’s office, facing a 10% budget cut, announced that the county would no longer be prosecuting misdemeanors, including domestic violence cases</b>, at the county level. Finding those cases suddenly dumped on the city and lacking resources of their own, the Topeka City Council is now considering repealing the part of the city code that bans domestic battery."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's the rub, set out in our own Declaration of Independence: </div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-74"> </sup>that among these are <b><i>Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness</i></b>. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">How horrifying that doing personal harm to another person is no longer going to be a crime in Topeka...simply because the money isn't there to prosecute the offenders! Now, it appears that funding is becoming more important than the rights of citizens everywhere. You can guarantee that if this manages to pass in Topeka, it will start to pass elsewhere, too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodbye life, liberty, and happiness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-46710078533130715032011-10-05T11:32:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:42:47.466-04:00Overawed, As Usual...<div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiueic4loPbqXAbZZzz9sytS6Y-SGVwE9HNsXVHCER1JeUuSttgcczIy80be1Dswl81bIRg5t4pkK75PDr1aKetycZaEHL1-kJ27GVPYNHBuuNdyloJsiBG6wpIi-432SoxPkYq5W56028/s1600/Love-and-kindness-are-never-wasted.gif" style="border: 10pt none; float: left; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-right: 10px;" width="246" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">God, it's such a wonder to me, sometimes. Still. I'm feeling totally shitty from Aunt Flo making an appearance in town (started yesterday, but really got going last night), bleeding everywhere, worrying whether these tiny little pads are going to cut it. I've been on the computer downloading books for the last while. I figure to take advantage of reading material before we end up in the car.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The lavender scented candle I lit-- just for the smell of it-- is doing its magic and relaxing me. If only I could take it and my sore, achy self to the big tub and have a soak. Ah well. There'll be time for that next week, when doing so won't make my erstwhile relaxation look like a Carrie rerun. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I look back, and K's sleeping on the blowup bed. We lately moved into the master bedroom, as his mom's finally moved all her stuff out of there. It's nice to have our own bathroom. It's nicer to have that HUGE tub for soaking and a rain shower if we want it. We have a lot more stuff than we ought to, and last night Kenny talked about "cutting down"...which frankly makes me anxious. It's just things, right? Who cares about things? But still, there's that anxiety. I don't want to live in the car. I want a home. But I'll do it anyways, and I won't voice a single complaint. Because I love him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I look back, and I see him sleeping there. Completely undignified, mouth open a bit, breathing loud enough, but not so loud that it could be considered snoring. His hair's a mess-- predictably-- and he's about a week overdue on a shave. All the same...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I look back, and I get this RUSH of sensation. My breath catches. My throat and chest tighten. Tears prick in the back of my eyes. At the same time, I feel that overwhelming <i>something</i>, making all those little signs by themselves mean...just about the opposite of what they look like on the surface.<br /><br />It's love, pure and unadulterated. And I think to myself, like I have a million times before, "How the hell did I get so lucky?" Closely following that is a murmured tickle in the back of my mind: "...god, he's so <i>gorgeous</i>."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I thought with some time that this sort of emotional response in me would settle down into something more...sedate. It still hasn't. I wonder, will it ever? Every time I look at him, I become so overawed by...us, by everything. Yeah, the sex has slowed down a bit. We're not teenagers, I guess; humping like bunnies isn't quite so important as "I'm exhausted from sleeping on the floor a month" or "Just not feeling so well today". But the thing that hasn't left is the desire. It's there all the time, lurking away under the surface of me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'd do <i>anything</i>. Anything he wanted. Now, surely, but for always, too. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday, he pinned me to the door and tickled me mercilessly. I protested, gasping for air and laughing all at the same time. I <i>always</i> protest; I can't not, it's just a natural reaction from me. He leaned in and laughed a bit. "What's the trouble? You like being dominated..." It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Hahaha</i> yes, yes I surely do. That little pulse in my neck, pounding away erratically. The feel of whiskers against my cheek, scratching my sensitive skin all red and tender. Hot breath on my neck, accompanied by the sound of his exhalations. The sheer <i>force</i> of his presence looming over me. It's thrilling, pulse-pounding, deep down, and at the same time I feel utterly safe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I realized, I think, at that point, that this is what I need more of. Maybe I just realized it now. Maybe I haven't thought about it much at all.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He doesn't <i>need</i> to dominate me, see. I go willing like a lamb to the slaughter. ...if a lamb could be tickled to death, of course. Then, I would be just such. At the same time, I suppose I need it, just like I tease and taunt him about his weak little love-slaps. Or any of the other things I do-- like the smarty-mouth lipping comments I tend to make. It's all teases and taunts; maybe I'll get a rise out of him and deserve a good, sound thwap?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">...more importantly, would doing so give me more of what I want and need? Can't say as I know the answer to that one. Going to have to give it a bit more thought. Hmmn. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-17748614674429761492011-10-04T08:13:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:42:47.434-04:00It's the Little Things...<div style="text-align: justify;">There have been plenty of times I've been rendered somewhat speechless, and this morning is one of those times. Hell, I don't even really know what to say now that I'm sitting and looking at this long blank space.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll sum it up the easy way, because I can't come up with anything else.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love you, Kenny. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-72422558461952607502011-09-25T11:58:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:42:47.494-04:00Ten Commandments (How to Fulfill a Submissive Woman)<div style="text-align: justify;">I found this post through a random search over google and thought it was interesting enough to share. I don't know if the person I got it from swiped it from somewhere else or if it's there's, but I'll throw a little link in there so I'm not plagiarizing anyone. If they're plagiarizing, that's great for them, but I won't do it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And here we go!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://fubar.com/ten-commandments-how-to-fulfill-a-submissive-woman/b197218"><u>Ten Commandments (How to Fulfill a Submissive Woman)</u></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. <u>THOU SHALT PAY ATTENTION TO THE DETAILS OF HER DESIRE</u>: Find and touch her personal, "pleasure points." A sub's Emotional and Physical pleasure points are chinks in her "armor" that allow her to receive erotic pleasure and fulfillment. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. <u>THOU SHALT STIMULATE HER SENSES</u>: Looking good is never bad. But women are less visual than Men, so it's vital that you speak to all her senses. Say arousing things, be clean, smell and taste pleasant and remember she is sensitive to touch. Explore the sensual paradise of her body. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. <u>THOU SHALT COMPLIMENT HER MEANINGFULLY AND OFTEN</u>: Compliment her body, and she'll be more likely to want to share it with you. Respect her mind, and she'll give you the key to unlock her desires...Just because you've told her you love her once, doesn't mean you shouldn't tell her again--and again. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. <u>THOU SHALT ENCOURAGE HER TO SHOW AND TELL WHAT PLEASES HER</u>: Reassure her that it's okay for her to tell you what turns her on. Tell her to masturbate for you and watch her carefully, not just for your own pleasure, but to see how she likes to be touched. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. <u>THOU SHALT LISTEN TO HER THOUGHTS</u>: Learn about who she is, what she's been through, in her life, what she needs and what she desires. Talk to her, but most of all, listen to her, and she'll never stop sharing herself with you. Discover the little girl inside your sub. Play with her, and she'll never grow old. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. <u>THOU SHALT MAKE HER LAUGH</u>: Amuse your sub, be a fool for love. Laughter is a mental orgasm. If her Master can make her laugh, her soul will be revealed and her mind/body will belong to Him. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. <u>THOU SHALT GIVE HER REWARDS AND GIFTS</u>: Every woman since the dawn of time has responded to a gift as if it were an erotic act. Reward her when she is "good" and surprise her at random times. The specific "gift" is not important, it could be emerald earrings, sexy lingerie, a flower plucked from a field, or your emotional support in a crisis. It is the "giving" that will win her heart and soul. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">8. <u>THOU SHALT RADIATE CONFIDENCE AND SENSITIVITY</u>: Master's confidence makes her feel secure. His strength excites her. His sensitivity makes him accessible, warm and lovable. Demonstrate and talk about your feelings. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> 9. <u>THOU SHALT UNDERSTAND AND ENJOY FOREPLAY</u>: The key part of foreplay is "play." Be patient and sensual. Tease her mind and body. Learn to kiss, lick, and touch every part of her and allow sufficient time for her to enjoy her pleasure and reach that bliss that she seeks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">10. <u>THOU SHALT EXPLORE HER DREAMS AND ENCOURAGE HER</u>: Listen and help her to explore and understand her dreams, hopes, and ambitions. Guide and encourage her efforts to achieve her goals. Talk about and explore her sexual fantasies and help her to realize them. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-52554371645816968212011-09-18T10:33:00.000-04:002012-10-29T09:39:04.187-04:00Submission vs. Religion<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">
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I've been doing research on submission for years. Even as a teenager, I realized this innate need to be submissive, which sparked hours upon hours of fruitless searching for others like me. The best place to research, of course, is the internet, but simply Googling "submission" or "submissive" is bound to give an absolutely massive list of things I'm not looking for. One of those, of course, is religion.</div>
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I'm a firm believer in Natural Order. While I am very spiritual, not all of my beliefs line up precisely with biblical teachings, and it's for that reason I shy away from any sites proclaiming submission due to God's will. It doesn't take rocket science for me to understand that it IS, in fact, God's will for a woman to defer to her husband. I just personally don't feel that I need the bible to tell me that, nor half a hundred fundamentalist Christian ladies to tell the same.</div>
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I've spent some time talking about Natural Order before. For those that can't be bothered to read, I'll give my interpretation of it. God created the universe, and with it came all those tricksy little rules we call scientific Laws. Try for a moment to go against the Law of Gravity, and see what happens. The Laws of Motion...no one can get out of those. The list, in fact, is simply staggering: our entire universe is governed by all these laws, and there's nothing anyone can do to change them. Unfortunately, there is one law that's never talked about, and that's in regard to household roles.</div>
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The reason for that, of course, is simple to find. Feminism has gone a long way toward ruining Natural Order by insisting that a woman is weak, lazy, or selfish if she desires of a Natural, traditional way of life in her relationship. The fact of the matter is simple: not EVERYONE can be a leader. For every leader, someone must follow. This is truth in every aspect of human relationships, from the workplace to the home. Why, then, are we told that it's wrong if we follow Natural Order and take a step back so our men-- generally considered natural-born leaders-- can head the household and do the leading for us?</div>
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All over the bible there are commandments or assertations that a man should be the head of the household. One quote goes like this:</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ephesians 5:22 -- Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.<br />23 For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. <br>24 Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing. <br>25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; <br>26 That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, <br>27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. <br>28 So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself. <br>29 For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church: <br>30 For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones. <br>31 For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. <br>32 This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church. <br>33 Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband. --KJV</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The commandments here-- this scripture being the foremost quoted in favor of biblical submission-- are as plain as day. A woman is instructed to submit to her husband, and a husband is commanded to LOVE his wife as his own body. It doesn't command him to lord it over his wife, or make her feel inferior to him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The rub lies in the translation of the word "submit". There are so many misunderstandings of the word that the actual term gets entirely lost in translation the moment it's said.</span></div>
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So submission, in essence means to yield or defer authority to another. Nowhere in this definition is there an allusion that doing so makes one less superior or less intellectual to another. Nowhere does it say that the one doing the submitting loses everything of themselves, nor does it state that the person in authority has the ultimate, final say.<br />
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Now, I promised myself that I wouldn't get too heavily into the bible as the basis for this article. Not everyone follows the bible or the teachings of Christ, and it's my determination to keep out religion as much as I can throughout this blog. It was something I had to talk about at least once or twice, however, because of the staggering number of people that follow these Natural Laws due to religious convictions.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Well let’s start by analyzing the differences between the two sexes. Women and men aren’t the opposite of one another but on the contrary they complement each other: this means that one isn’t superior to the other when abilities are involved. If men are physically stronger, women are emotionally stronger; sometimes the strong will of women have made them able to go through tougher physical pains and struggles such as delivery and menstrual pain. What man could ever bear the pain of giving birth to a baby? Sounds strange but someone could say that all in all men aren’t as strong as they claim but that women, maternal instinct combined with the love for their loved ones, are better survival in tough times. But even at this point men are still made leaders in every department worldwide. The society has been patriarchal as long as we can remember and the justification has always been the hierarchy inspired by God to men in the Bible. However there are some societies where religions like Islam, Judaism and Christianity are unknown but yet the man is still the head of the home. Why?</span> </div>
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The answer is more simple than it seems. Naturally men are instinctive: this means they are physical just like most of their needs. Like wild animals (no offense meant) their main preoccupations are to protect their lives and those of their loved ones and provide them with everything they need to be safe. That’s what we call “Survival Instinct”. Since their role is to protect lives, they have developed the ability to think faster (not necessarily deeper) than women, as it can take less than a second for a life to be broken. They might be insensitive to internal suffering but they sure perceive any type of threat to their safety. This said, we can understand why men are natural leaders but we still haven’t answered another important question: are they really more intelligent?</div>
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Being instinctive means thinking primarily of our needs, thus putting ourselves before any other thing. If we think just a moment of those people we repute to be intelligent we’d see they are those who somehow always do all they can to get what they want. Not just anything but the one which requires less time. Normally we say these individuals are smart because they know the easiest and fastest way to success, well men are just like that. Used to think fast when problems arise they give the impression of being smarter but they are simply instinctive because if we should consider every aspect of the decisions they make we’d see that only the antecedent has been considered and not the consequence. Whatever will be, will be. Women on the other hand, being more emotional, are likely to put themselves in other people’s shoes so they always reflect on what can happen if they should act this way rather than that way. This makes them quite slow in decisions making, but that doesn’t make them less capable: in fact they are accurate observers and analyzers.</div>
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Knowing this defect of ours of taking too much time to make a decision, we often let the men make those that are required immediately: finance; while we keep the others which concern a farther future to ourselves: getting married, creating a family; long term decisions to be precise.</div>
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After this brief but attentive breakdown of the differences between men and women, we can conclude by saying that both sexes are intelligent: men are fast thinkers, while women are attentive observers. However if the latter never think of possible reactions to their actions, the former also take too much time to act. All in all, they are on the same level. One can’t be without the other. The man would go on creating one disaster after the other, while the woman would get old thinking of what move she should make.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As can be seen through the course of this segment, there's absolutely no need to point toward religion as the only reason for natural dominance or submission. It's a simple biological fact that men are hard-wired toward supporting, providing, and protecting, while women are wired for loving, caring, and nurturing. Going against that grain is simply going against Natural Order.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509964039122189543.post-55220986824069784592011-09-17T11:37:00.000-04:002012-07-01T08:42:47.475-04:00Q&A<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">R</span>ecently, on one of the boards I frequent, I got a message from one of the members, asking for advice from me in desiring to live in a surrendered and submissive relationship. While I don't think I'm the authority-- by any means!-- on the subject, I answered her to the best of my understanding and as clearly as I could manage it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While she affirmed that she was naturally submissive, she had questions over how to manage disagreements in the relationship. Here is my answer:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's a pleasure for me to try and answer you, although I don't know that any of it will be satisfactory. I'll give it my best go from the standpoint of my own relationship; hopefully it'll be some help to you! I think the easiest way, probably, is to just tackle questions from the top of them and work my way down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daily disagreements, with us, are non-existent, so this is generally not an issue, ever. HOH and I <i>never</i> argue, truth be told. However, my recommendation, if you would care to look into surrendering your relationship and letting your man be the man of the house, is this: think about all those little disagreements, and decide whether they are truly worth the happiness in your home just so that you can be "right". The fact of the matter is that all the tiny arguments that go on in relationships are the ones that punch holes in them and lead to discontent.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><i>Arguing over whether the toilet paper goes over the top or hangs down the bottom, etc., is truly not so important as lasting happiness in the home, if you take my meaning.</i></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Serious disagreements, of course, are a totally different matter. As I've written pretty much everywhere, a truly dominant man does not really want someone that simply "yes sir!"s him. Your opinion should still have value, and he should naturally consider it before any decision-making he does. A pretender would naturally ONLY consider your opinion if it fell in line with his. A pretender would CONTINUE to do things his way, even knowing full well that he is wrong.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is nothing wrong with GENTLY enlightening one's HOH. If ever mine were, in fact, wrong, I know for a fact that he would take the time out to hear my opinion, see my facts, and modify his decisions. Truthfully, though...he's never been wrong, and his intellect is so staggering that I can only nod my head along while he explains his reasonings for things.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The best thing to be careful of is that you actually TRULY KNOW your partner before you take it to the next level. For example, HOH and I agree about EVERYTHING, and that's no exaggeration. It's hard to imagine that Perfect Person, but I found mine in him. We spent literally hundreds of hours just talking, before we ever met, on subjects ranging from theology, to philosophy, to childrearing and discipline and everything in between. I knew before I ever laid eyes on him in person that he would be the one for me. Because I knew him so well, I am FULLY confident that he will do everything in his power to make the best decisions for OUR family, and that confidence has allowed myself even more to fully surrender to him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><i>There is so much joy in this that it's absolutely indescribable. </i></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As a natural submissive myself, I find great freedom in his allowing me to simply be myself. Surrendering our relationship to him has allowed me to focus on the things I feel more capable in: seeing to his needs and that of my son (who's 5) and making sure that our home is a clean, loving, and calm one for everyone. Because of the nature of our relationship and the fact that I love him so dearly, things which I-- in my previous marriage-- balked at (cleaning, sweeping, mopping, cooking dinners, etc.) are now an utter joy to me, and I know that he appreciates all the hard work I do to make our home a better, happy, and more conducive place to love in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">...and as far as the divorce thing goes, it seems to me that a tiny amount of congratulations is in order. I, too, am in much the same position, truth be told. In fact, HOH and I are both still "technically, legally" married to other people. Eventually, when the money allows for it, we'll both seek our legal divorces, but the state of the stupid piece of paper that tied me to the lazy, good-for-nothing loser I was previously engaged with simply means nothing to me, and the same way for him. I do consider ourselves married as only truly married people are, and I trust him with my literal life in all things.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Laura Doyle-- writer of the (in?)famous The Surrendered Wife-- would have you believe that the only way to true and lasting happiness in your marriage relationship is to lose everything of yourself and simply do WHATEVER he wants. I do want you to know that's not the case. Just be sure you and your man mesh up on all the Important Topics (such as those I talked about above), especially in standards of morality and theology, and you won't go wrong. Also...don't forget to tell your SO that this is what you want. Men, of course, are not mind-readers, any more than we are. Being submissive and surrendered does NOT mean losing your mind, thoughts, and intellect to your man. It means giving over your trust to him in everything.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you don't feel that you have Perfect Trust for your SO, you may want to think long and hard before you get into something like this. Trust is THE number one rule for living surrendered and submissively, and without it, nothing else will fall in place, either.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069802685789247407noreply@blogger.com0