Tuesday, 28 February 2017

It's Not Porn...

OK, very Dutch movie I have ever seen contains a lot, and I mean a lot of explicit sex scenes. We are not prude, well perhaps some of us are, but our film makers sure aren't. This very funny clip shows this exact feeling about the HBO-channel. We have the HBO channel for a few years now in the low contries, and we sure love it.

Have a look, it's not porn:

Monday, 27 February 2017

A study in black and white

Black nails, white nails. White shirt, Black pants. White body, black stockings. Reaching for him as high as she possibly can without breaking her sitting position. Stretching her way as if she was bound and her wrists were hoisted by rope. Spreading her fingers so she can touch as much of him as she can.

Being the romantic in our family, I like this picture very much.

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Dutch elections

On 15 March 2017 the Dutch can vote for a new Dutch parliament. The Dutch can choose out of 28 political parties, we even have a political party for the animals. Great and all, but the Dutch elections the first one of the European Union after the Brexit, is 15 March already.

And this man, one Geert Wilders, is going on top of all the polls. I already brace myself if he is going to get as many votes as the polls predict he will get. Here's what a Dutch program had to say about it.

Friday, 24 February 2017

Your Vagina Is Not the Waffle House Menu

I read this article, and I found out I agree one hundred percent with the writer. It's well written and I want to save this article in my little scrapbook of Infinitesimal Thoughts, and as a result share it with you. Credits are below this very interesting article. I am definitely not a fan of Fetlife, but this article is worth sharing.

Have you ever really looked at a Waffle House menu?
Okay, let me back up. For those of you not familiar with Waffle House, it’s a chain of 24-hour restaurants that litter the American South. They are everywhere, and they occupy an unusual niche that makes them the favorites of small children and drunkards. You can always get breakfast at a Waffle House, waffles and eggs any time of day or night. They also serve sandwiches and lunch fare – hell, they even have a steak, though I’ve never met anyone who’s eaten it.
But it’s not the waffles that make Waffle House famous. It’s the hashbrowns.
There’s an entire language of Waffle House hashbrowns. How do you like yours? Everyone in the South knows the answer to that question. First, they scatter the hashbrowns over the grill, then you can get them smothered in sautéed onions, covered in melted cheese, chunked with ham, diced with tomatoes, peppered with jalapenos, capped with mushrooms, topped with chili, and recently “country” with sausage gravy. The permutations are endless. I’m a simple man. I like mine scattered and covered, extra crispy please.
Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be about vagina? It is. Bear with me.

The Waffle House menu is like one you’d find at an authentic Chinese restaurant that also caters to white people, which is to say that it is laminated and there are pictures on the menu of the important dishes. And here’s the crazy thing: when your order arrives, it looks exactly like the picture on the menu. If there are three slices of tomato in the picture, there are three slices on your plate, arranged in exactly the same way. That disturbingly semi-spherical scoop of butter pictured on the menu? It’s located in exactly the same spot on your waffle. Even the bacon has been tortured into unnatural flatness so it will perfectly resemble the menu.
Why? Why do they do this? There is a reason, I think, and this is where vagina comes in. Buckle your seatbelts, kids.

Why we can’t have nice things

I’ve learned a lot since I got into kink, and much of it has been disturbing. I’m not talking about the kinky stuff we like to do to each other, or that we like done to us. I like most of those things too, and what I don’t like I generally understand as part of the vast variety that makes us all human. No, the disturbing stuff is what I’ve learned about how we treat each other. Specifically, how men treat women.

If there’s anything that makes this community different from what we casually refer to as the “vanilla” world, it’s that we talk about things. Stuff your average vanilla person refuses to discuss on pain of death, we regard as appropriate dinner conversation. Most of us won’t play with someone without talking through subjects that would make vanilla folks run for the hills.

As a result, I’ve discovered that a lot of men treat women with a degree of contempt and hostility that I sometimes find hard to believe even though I was raised by three women who thought of themselves as feminists and a father who was shockingly progressive for someone who thought the proper medical treatment for any disease was to “walk it off.” If you listen to women talk about their experiences with men, you will hear these same stories, you will notice these same patterns.
Men seem very keen on criticizing women’s bodies, even (or especially) women with whom they’re having intimate relations. I have listened to countless women talk about their experiences having their bodies critiqued in moments of incredibly intimacy and vulnerability. More than one woman has told me that her first experience – her first moment – of being naked in front of a boyfriend involved him telling her what was wrong with her body. She takes her clothes off, he looks at her, and before he says anything else he says something like “your nipples are too big” or “wow, you’re fatter than you look with your clothes on.” Seriously. This is a thing that happens to many, many women.

This casual cruelty, this radically inconsiderate attitude men have regarding women and their bodies, has taken a disturbing turn in recent years. It seems that so many men have criticized women’s genitals that there is a growing demand for cosmetic surgery to alter their appearance. In essence, women have been told by men that their genitals – specifically, in most instances, their labia – are dramatically out of the norm so often that many women are now seeking medical assistance to alter their bodies. And for every woman who seeks out labiaplasty, there are dozens of others who live in the silent conviction that something is monstrously wrong with their intimate appearance.
The thing is that very, very few men know anything at all about women’s bodies and what counts as normal for women. And many women are denied access to realistic images of female genitals by poor sex education, censorship, and Internet porn’s obsession with a unitary image of women’s genitals that most closely resembles that of certain prepubescent girls.

Remember those waffles?

Why? Why is this happening? There’s a lot to be said about that question, including a pretty serious discussion of patriarchy and how we raise boys. But I think a lot of it has to do with our love of “normal,” our desire to be comforted by the familiar and the expected.
And that’s why Waffle House is so keen for its food to resemble the pictures on the menu.
Waffle House, like so many other restaurant chains in the United States, has figured out that people like predictability. They like going into a restaurant, no matter where it is in the country or the world, and finding the same items on the menu. They are comforted by being able to eat a hamburger at a McDonalds in Atlanta and having it taste exactly the same as a hamburger they ate at a McDonalds in Portland or Phoenix or Hong Kong. Their tensions are eased when their Waffle House bacon arrives in the same preternaturally flattened condition as that bacon they saw on the menu when they ordered breakfast.
We have a strong desire to regularize our lives, to control the chaos of living by making everything feel predictable, and thus safe. And so we delude ourselves into believing that the state of nature – or the “proper” state of the world, however we think of that – involves smoothness and similarity and lack of variation.
But the world is not the Waffle House menu. Women’s bodies, like the bodies of all humans, are infinitely variant. That is, to my way of thinking part of their great beauty. There is no “normal” size of labia, no secret moral hierarchy of female genital appearance to which everyone should aspire. Porn is not some kind of documentary, with women carefully chosen as a representative sample of human anatomy.
And if that bothers you, if you’re the sort of person who really fucking loves that flat bacon, just remember one thing. People love the hashbrowns more than anything else at the Waffle House, yet they are the one thing that never, ever looks like the picture on the menu. The hashbrowns in the Waffle House menu pictures are these neat, ordered, flat little hockey pucks of comforting regularity, but what you actually get on your plate is a chaotic mess of shredded potato and whatever unholy combination of ingredients you like. Seriously, sausage gravy? On hashbrowns? You people are sick.
I don’t begrudge anyone their preferences. I’m in love with variety, but even I can understand genuinely liking or disliking a particular form of anatomy. But have some perspective. Men need to learn consideration and politeness and a bunch of other things. Women should not be made to feel monstrous. Enjoy the flat bacon, if that’s what floats your boat. But embrace the chaos of the hashbrowns, whether it is about yourself or someone you’re with.

(Source: Fetlife User ElijahSnow4 / article link)

Thursday, 23 February 2017

Book and the movie

The book was better than the movie. I heard it often and I often think so myself. In the category "a picture tells more than a thousand words", here's the reason why.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Number 7

I am not too fond of bible quotes without context, but I do LOVE numbers. So when I saw this, I couldn't resist.

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Look upwards

My wife loves to take pictures. She loves to look up to the sky and take pictures of the clouds. Far away, close, beautiful and ugly, she doesn't care. Here are several types of clouds, so she will call them by their names when she's taking pics

Monday, 20 February 2017

Hiding in his shirt

She cannot say the words. Not while he looks at her. She hides her face in his shirt and says the unspeakable. Only then she has the courage to say what she needs to say. To ask. To beg. To confess.
I love the picture. It is so familiar.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Waiting is a form of bondage

I often have posted about the waiting pose. I recall the Nadu position as the perfect waiting pose. And I stressed sometimes the fact that ropes are not necessary, and time has it's own chain.

I like the photo, but I like the message even better.

Saturday, 18 February 2017

Bold picture

This one I have seen before somewhere, but it's so funny, each time I look at it, it makes me smile. I am not so fond of all these shaven pussies myself. I like it trimmed short, but not shaven. But that is not fashion these days.

Friday, 17 February 2017

The rooster and the kitten

I have seen some doors lately that I was in doubt what was the ladies room and what room was the gents... Some people have such creative minds that the customers can be a little confused!
But not these, it made me smile:

Thursday, 16 February 2017

After seeing fifty shades

Imagine you have seen Fifty shades of grey or just more black, and you see this friend in some bar. And this is the conversation they could have, inspired by the movie:

Wednesday, 15 February 2017


OK, the commercials are often a time to walk away from the screen to do something that has to be done. But there are some wonderful ads as well. This one I like so much, it brings a smile on my face every time I see it. It's a McDonalds ad, and it combines the music with, well, eating a burger. Have a look:

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Like a virgin?

I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you

I was beat
I'd been had, I was sad and blue
But you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
Shiny and new

Hoo, like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine

Gonna give you all my love, boy
My fear is fading fast
Been saving it all for you
'Cause only love can last

You're so fine
And you're mine
Make me strong, yeah you make me bold
Oh your love thawed out
Yeah, your love thawed out
What was scared and cold

Like a virgin, hey
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
With your heartbeat
Next to mine

Whoa, ah

You're so fine
And you're mine
I'll be yours
'Till the end of time
'Cause you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
I've nothing to hide

Like a virgin, hey
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
With your heartbeat
Next to mine

Like a virgin, ooh ooh
Like a virgin
Feels so good inside
When you hold me
And your heart beats
And you love me

Oh oh, ooh whoa

Monday, 13 February 2017


I found this and it is not my text, it's from a Sandi or she would probably prefer sandi, and it's well written. What's more, she is saying better than I can the importance of bringing down the number of rules in a D/s relation, but enforce the rules you've made. I know I have said so before but it's an important issue, that I cannot stress enough. Enough talk, sandi, the floor is yours.

If the relationship is new, it is very difficult to invest in a lot of rules when your Dom isn’t present to see and appreciate the effort you are putting into pleasing Him/Her. And by invest i mean put energy, effort and emotion into them.

i adore rules. But. Only if i’ve agreed to them and the outcome if they are broken and my Dom has done the same. And. He follows them as closely as i do.
What that means is it’s not just my rule, it’s O/our rule. We have discussed the rule and agreed on the outcome of what happens if the rule is broken and then He is just as vigilant about the rule being obeyed as i am. And if/when the rule is broken He is as invested in the agreed upon consequences as i am.

There is nothing worse for me as a submissive following my Dom’s rules, than for me to break the rule and for Him to do nothing. Because then i am busting my ass to be His good girl and He either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care. If i’m busting my ass for the rule, He better be busting His ass for it as well. Don’t give the rule if You’re not going to enforce it.

That’s me. i can’t speak for all submissives or all D/s dynamics. i am not a “bratty” submissive. i hate punishments. i hate misbehaving. There are some D/s dynamics where the submissive will misbehave on purpose in order to receive punishment, and then T/they both enjoy the power play. It’s just not my preference. That doesn’t mean that i don’t enjoy intense sensations, i do, i just prefer to receive them as part of play time vs as part of punishment. And the way You know that about Your submissive is through discussion and negotiation.

It sounds like Y/you have talked with Your submissive and have agreed for You to give her rules. For myself, i function better with one or two new rules at a time. If i am given a long list of rules to follow, just remembering them all can be a challenge, let alone following them. But if Y/you start off with one or two, establish them, play with them, follow and enforce them, then after Y/you have become accustomed to them, add a couple more.

In an LDR, especially a new one, it can be difficult functioning as a D/s relationship when the other isn’t around to see what Y/you are doing. The payoff, for me as a submissive, is my Dom’s investment in me, in O/our relationship. Until that relationship is established and trust is built, the only thing Y/you have to go on is the other persons word.

If Y/you are starting with a lot of rules to be followed when the other person isn’t present for it, like wear this outfit all day long, it’s really hard to follow through when your Dom isn’t going to even know if you’ve done it or not, and you don’t have His feedback throughout the day. But if Y/you start off small, and attach some significance to it, it will be easier for Your submissive to follow. And as You establish Your investment in the rule, it gets easier to invest in for her as well.

Pick out her underthings instead of her outfit, and tell her why you want her to wear it. “Wear a black lace bra and panties today, because even though to the outside world you are a professional, W'we both know what a dirty girl you are.” “Wear pink today because when you get home i’m going to destroy your innocence.” Pick out a piece of jewelry for her to wear, pick out her shoes. Tell her why You want her to wear it and talk about what it means.

Whatever You come up with, have a reason for it, and then check up on it, send her a text a half hour after she has left the house and ask her what colour her underwear are, show her that You are as invested in the rule as she is. And if she has broken the rule, follow through with the consequences Y/you have agreed on. Give her a reason to follow Y/your rule.

If Y/you have both invested in the rule, Y/you have both attached significance to it and it’s outcome, it will not only be easier to follow, but it can also deepen Y/your relationship, offer avenues to explore for both of Y/you and it can be a lot of fun.
That’s my perspective on it, take it with a grain of salt. :)

Saturday, 11 February 2017

Lean on me

I don't really know what makes this picture so attractive to me. She's not leaning on the man, but on to the chair. She is not nude, she's in a pose that is quite modest. I think it's the attention on her face, something fascinates her, and maybe him as well, that we will never know. But I would have my hands not on my trousers if a pretty girl was sitting like that before me.

Friday, 10 February 2017

Venus was her name

Botticelli, Birth of Venus

Venus was a major Roman goddess principally associated with love, beauty and fertility, as well as plough lands and gardens. Since many of the figures of Roman mythology were largely appropriated from the Greek tradition, Venus is very similar to Aphrodite, the goddess of love in the Greek pantheon.

The story of Venus' birth, borrowed directly from the Greeks, explains that she arose from the foam of the sea shore. This miraculous creation resulted after Saturn castrated his tyrant father, the supreme sky god Caelus (equivalent to the Greek Uranus). After Saturn had sliced off Caelus' genitals, he promptly threw them into the sea. As the genitals drifted over the water, the blood and (or, in some versions, the semen) that issued forth from the severed flesh mixed with the sea water to foment the growth of the child who would become Venus.

Now almost everyone knows the painting by Sandro Botticelli (above), the Italian master that made this painting in or around 1480. It's a very famous painting showing a rather modest Venus being born as a full grown woman. But there are other wonderful painting about this subject. Strange how well known artists in their days are now completely forgotten. Like Fritz Zuber-Buhler a Swiss painter that painted this painting below around 1850. In the style of the Paris salons at the time, he made this painting that is now in the Porczyński Gallery in Warsaw, Poland.

Zuber-Buhler, Birth of Venus
400 years later, same subject. Different quality of paint. Venus was the patron goddess of prostitutes. And whose functions encompassed love, beauty, desire, sex, fertility, prosperity and victory.This last painting I haven't seen before, but it's such a good example of 19th century eroticism, I just had to share it with you.

Thursday, 9 February 2017


Don't you think it's strange that I have so many posts about tattoos? I do. Very Strange.
Yet here is another one, I'm afraid. It's one of those wonderful TedEd cartoons I have shared before.
This one is about what makes tattoos permanent. Always wondered how it would work. Now I know. Not sure why I even want to know all this. But I do.

Wednesday, 8 February 2017


In a very cuddle mood right now. Does it show? Maybe I like her hands better in her neck, than his, but the hands on her back are nice as well. Will try this pose soon!

Tuesday, 7 February 2017


OK, some hearts ignite sooner than others. And if you are lucky you have once or twice in your life that your very soul is set on fire. I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I was lucky.

I count my blessings.

Monday, 6 February 2017


I'm not the only one that has a special bond with silence. I have shared with you the sound of silence before. Edgar Allen Poe was not only a genius in writing stories with a plot turn you could never imagine, he wrote some poetry as well. I like sonnets very much, so I chose the sonnet Silence.

There are some qualities—some incorporate things,
   That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
   From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore—
   Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
   Newly with grass o’ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless: his name’s “No More.”
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
   No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
   Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!

Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849

Sunday, 5 February 2017

Jan Steen paying a visit

On the paper is written on the ground, "No medicine will help against the pain of love". This text refers to women in the four-poster bed with love pains. The doctor writes a prescription, and all bystanders laugh at it. It is a well known and popular 17th century theme, love pains.

Paper is on the right on the floor |Hier baet geen medesyn want het is minepijn
17th century people would know immediately that this is not a common doctor is paying a visit painting. Even when there was no note written, the cupid above the door, the painting in the back they would have recognized it as love pain. Jan Steen made several paintings with this theme, and this one is made around 1665 and is on display at Museum Boijmans van Beuningen in Rotterdam, Netherlands.

Saturday, 4 February 2017


Every 2 or 3 months or so we go to Bocholt in Germany. It is about two hours drive to Bocholt and two hours back. I know Americans laugh about such distances, but we Dutch call this distance "far away". Probably because you can cross our entire country as you can see, horizontally in two hours time.

We like to visit this town just across the border. Because of the nice tarts you can eat there, because of the friendly people in Bocholt and because the prices are often cheaper than we have in the Netherlands. So today is one of these days we go away real early so we can be back tonight in time.

And the shops are sooooo different than the Dutch shops, the clothes you can buy there you cannot get here. Smile. You know?  I think I will need your compassionate thoughts and prayers...


Golden Earring in 1970. Eleven years old, and I bought this single record. Anyway it says quite clearly, back home again. A vest for my daughter richer (from 29 sale: 14 euro). I wanted a coat like this one:

Leather on the outside, some warm stuff on the inside, but they didn't have any I liked. My Wanita was disappointed they didn't have shoes on sale she liked.
Anyway we had a lovely piece of pie, a delicious cheese baguette, still warm mmm, and drove one third of our way back avoiding the main roads and just went from little village to little village.

And now, to speak with the Golden Earring, we're Back Home.

Friday, 3 February 2017

Keep calm

 The "Keep Calm" posters usually bring a big smile on my face. It is often a silly reason urging you to remain calm. If there ever was a reason to remain calm and focus on that was is really important in your life, it's within your own circle of influence. Your family. Your friends. Your master or mistress.

To say I'm yours. I trust you. You can do with me what you will, and I know that you will be respectful to me, caring about me, and loving me. And to those that are given this treasure I would say. Keep calm and treasure your submissive.

Thursday, 2 February 2017


I like drawings like this one. It never fails to stir my imagination. In a drawing is anything possible, even the impossible. And as clearly the drawing is a product of the artist imagination, it's my imagination that combines the picture with the picture in my head.

Why would her hands be below her breasts? Would she have covered her nipples and as her master commanded lowered them a bit? Why the short leash on her collar? Would she have been brought to the slave market to be sold?

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Vitruvian Woman

Remember my blogpost of the Vitruvian Male and the Vitruvian bound female? Well for those of you who haven't this one is upside down. What do you think two women? I think so, look at the elbows.

It's Da Vinci art.
To me at least.

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