Wanderlust

Welcome one and all! I wanted to celebrate Treason Day (to us in the US its actually called Independence Day, but I love to have a little sarcastic fun here).

I wanted to get this done for July 4th, but alas, real life got in my way, so I am now celebrating AFTER July 4th!

Dominion Leather simply wants to say Thank You once again to all my customers and followers.  The only way I can is by giving away some fun items.

So…I am holding a Giveaway once more for the bellow!

Above is the following in the July 4th coloration (Ox Blood and Evening Blue)

1 - Unique scaled leather collar with a locking buckle and hanging O-Ring ($40 value) (sized more for a woman) 1 - Set of Wyvern Ankle Cuffs (standard D-Ring, not the jeweled one) ($55 value) 1 - Set of Wyvern Wrist Cuffs (standard D-Ring, not the jeweled one) ($55 value) 2 - 7 inch unique made 2-point tethers ($36 value) 1 - 7 inch unique made 4-point hogtie ($33 value) 1 - Metal Nipple Clover Clamps (not made by Dominion Leather) - ($15 value)

Total - $234 value

Now.  Yes this is a Giveaway Contest.  There are Rules to it.

You must follow my Tumblr

You must reblog this post (not just a LIKE)

You must be 18 or older.

The account that reblogs and follows this post, must be the same. (doesnt matter if its a side blog, that blog/identity is the person that would/could win)

The contest starts on July 9th (Sunday) - 3:00PM (Central Standard Time)

The contest ends on July 30th (Sunday) - 12:00 PM (Central Standard Time)

No “giveaway” blogs are allowed.  The winner must be a person, and have non-giveaway related content.  (This is up to me to decide)

The winner, if inside the United States will not have to pay shipping, Dominion Leather will cover it.

The winner, if outside the United States will have to cover the shipping.

The winner must be willing to share information to me so I can ship the package to you, so you have to have a location that can accept it.

The winner will be contacted via Tumblr Private Message after the end of the contest.  They must respond back within 24 hours.  If they do not, another winner will be selected, then another 24 hours….etc…

I will be documenting all those that follow and reblog then recheck it at the end of the contest. To determine the winner, I will use a random number generator to pick the winner.

NOTES:

I reserve rights to change this “As Needed” to have a nice safe and fun contest, so if I do add a rule, I will repost it with the added rule.

Some additional pictures for you:

For me being polyamorous has never meant the absence of commitment, or a disinclination to be “stuck with one person.” Quite the opposite, in fact. For me it has always been the acceptance of more commitments. I want to be able to be curious and vulnerable and intimate with multiple people and not to limit the depth of the connections I feel based on the (somewhat arbitrary, in my mind) idea that you should only have “real” feelings for one person at a time. 

I’ve also never been comfortable with the idea that you must have exclusive, proprietary rights to touch someone else’s genitals in order to call a relationship “real” or “serious.” Sure, if that is a way that you choose to express your commitment, then go for it. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life. But, please, offer me the same courtesy and understand that I do express commitment to my partners. Just not in that one, specific way. And, gosh, monogamous or polyamorous, can’t we all agree that there are dozens of other incredibly important elements to a healthy, mature relationship that are just as important as (or more important than) sex? 

When I say I am in a relationship with someone, what I mean is that I enjoy spending time with them and I make a point to do so, and they feel similarly towards me. I call them my partner because their presence delights me, seeing them calms my anxieties, touching them comforts me – I am happier, healthier, and otherwise better off because they are in my life. It’s about investing in other people, feeling your investment returned, and letting each other know that you’re planning to stick around to share happiness together and support each other through hard times. 

And so with all that in mind, it saddens me that, almost without exception, when I tell people I’m polyamorous, their VERY FIRST comments are invariably something like, “Wait, so you get to sleep with whoever you want?” 

Ughhhhhh… Yes, I do have the chance to be physically intimate with multiple people. And sure, that’s fun, absolutely! But sex is only one facet of a relationship. And not even the most important one, in my opinion. Even the most casual “friends with benefits” situation implies the presence of friendship! And friendship is wonderful. Reducing all polyamorous relationships, conceptually, to being only about sex is an unfair oversimplification. Like all other human relationships, they are varied, complex, and unique.

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

NefariousKinks Etsy Shop Summer Giveaway!

As a special thanks to everyone for their support its time for another giveaway. So here is your chance to win any 1 paddle that I have listed on my etsy.

Etsy.com/shop/Nefariouskinks

If you cant wait to win one, swing by and pick one up for yourself. I will make sure the winner has at least 5 to pick from!

But thats not all… the lovely @purrr-maid has also thrown in 2 hand made hoops, ‘Spank Me’ & ‘Harder’. Definitely check her out too!

Likes and reblogs count as entries and winner selected and announced Aug 1st.

Rules: Must be 18+ No giveaway blogs Must follow this blog Check out @purrr-maid Reblogs and likes count Winner selects one paddle Winner has 48 hours to reply back Must be willing to supply shipping address I will cover shipping within the US, outside of that its up to the winner.

Black girls deserve to learn free from bias and stereotypes.

Most black girls experience this hatred at schools. And classmates are not the only problem, there is no support from teachers, too. That’s why they get so affected by their school experiences. Black kids deserve to be treated just like everybody else, they want to study, they want to learn something ,too. However due to prejudice they are 5 times more likely to be suspended than their white peers and it can ruin their lives forever.  National Women’s Law Center created this video to change the situation. Join the movement to help black girls feel normal and get the same opportunities everybody else has.