unction - unc·tion noun
1: the application of a soothing or lubricating oil or ointment
2: something that is used for anointing : ointment
Unction is an odd word. It’s more than a little bit archaic, not common at all in modern use.
That’s probably why I like the word, it feels old fashioned. It seems far more mysterious than mere ointment.
Of course, being the sick and perverted SOB that I…
I’m sure there’s more than a few different “T” words that could be candidates for this entry of the Joy of Kink from “A” to “Z”. I’d post a list, but I’m actually saving those back for another project.
With that said, there wasn’t any consideration at all on my part what today’s topic should be. There is one word that’s at the core of everything I am, as well as everything I want the Samadhi…
This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt seems directed towards writers of erotica. That’s a talent I do not claim to have.
I’m a non-fiction guy. I blog about my life, my loves, my passions.
It’s hard for me to imagine a life more fulfilled than the one I’m living. And there’s the rub.
I’m not interested in writing about a life less fulfilled then mine, and I’m not quite capable of imagining a…
Here’s the lede for this week – TMI Tuesday: April 22, 2014 …
This week’s TMI Tuesday is an outlet for the quirky you. It’s titled Odd and Ends because it is the leftover ideas/questions/thoughts that couldn’t fit into a theme but I know it’s TMI you want to share :)
1. How addicted are you? You are in a rush, there is no time to make your morning coffee or stop to buy it.…
In the movie recreation of my life, I’m picturing a suave and debonair type uttering these words …
“The name’s Samadhi, Michael Samadhi.”
OK, I hope you are laughing with me.
It’s a joke.
My story’s no James Bond sort of tale.
My life’s not one that is going to translate to cinema.
It’s been a wonderful life, but I’m probably going to end up more infamous than famous.
I’m ok with that. I actually like the choices I’ve made.
And nobody, and I do mean nobody, is going to turn my life’s story into anything but a cautionary tale.
“See what happens when you don’t stay on the straight and narrow children,” they may tell school kids someday. “You could end up like Michael Samadhi if you aren’t careful,” they would tell them, hoping to scare the kids straight.
Serafina’s laughing now, as I read those opening lines to her. It’s a wicked laugh. I think she’d prefer to be remembered more along the lines of “Bonnie and Clyde” than the “Bridges of Madison County”, if given the choice.
That won’t be my story either. Serafina, I’m sorry to say, that’s not us. We’ll never be that kind of infamous.
The one thing I am these days, for the first time in my life, is to be truly comfortable in my own skin. I like who Michael has become. It’s good to be me right now.
Like I have said, I don’t regret any of the choices I’ve made in life. Ya roll the dice and live with the results. And of late, the results have been very good.
I was sitting at the munch Saturday night, after announcing that Sinnja had accepted my collar earlier in the day. I not could help thinking to myself that I was the most fortunate man in the room.
Serafina is a beautiful slave. She’s everything I ever wanted in a slave.
And the energy and potential Sinnja now brings into the mix, it’s very heady stuff. Not just for me, but for Serafina too.
I had despaired that Serafina would ever again feel truly close to another woman after feeling horribly betrayed by my ex-wife. Now, it seems she’s found the the friend and confidant, the sister in leather, that she’d been longing to find, but had despaired would never come.
So I’m thinking life is really good right now, and driving home Saturday night in my 2001 Toyota pickup truck, I looked over at a man driving a new model corvette and laughed to Serafina.
I said I felt sorry for the man driving the corvette.
Knowing the punchline, Serafina smiled and waited for a moment, before setting up my joke.
“Michael, why would that be?” she asked.
“Because … He’s not me!” I roared.
I chuckled to myself the rest of the way home, knowing damn well how lucky a man I am.
If my friend Alpha were here at the moment, I’d turn to him and simply say – FUCK! – He’d know that means the same thing.
It’s good to be Michael Samadhi right now. That’s not always been the case during my life, but right now it is, and I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts. Could I really be so fortunate that this could last forever? Only time will tell that, as human existence is a fragile thing, our health and vitality are all temporary.
But for now, anyway, I can honestly say …
It’s good to be me!
“S” is for Samadhi – Michael Samadhi“S” is for Samadhi – Michael Samadhi In the movie recreation of my life, I’m picturing a suave and debonair type uttering these words .
I know for a fact that “R” is for romance. Not like in a romance novel, but the real deal.
Romance with a capitol “R”.
Yes, I am a lucky man. There’s no doubt about it, I am truly blessed.
Today, it could be said I am doubly blessed. That’s literally true, as it’s official that I have a new submissive. It’s been announced to the local community at a munch, and added to our status at Fetlife.…
Sinful Sunday – Easter Edition
The traditional religious observance of Lent is described as lasting for forty days.
That is in commemoration of the forty days which (according to the Gospels of Matthew, Mark and Luke) Jesus spent fasting in the desert before the start of his public ministry.
It’s said in those Gospels, that while fasting in the desert, Jesus endured temptation by the Devil.
All my BDSM heroes are queer.
That may sound like an odd statement for a (mostly) heterosexual man to make, but it’s the truth.
Although this may sound silly, when I first became aware of the “BDSM community”, there was no community. At least not where I lived. To the best of my knowledge Davenport, Iowa never had a gay leather bar. And when you talk about “Old Guard Leather” that’s where the…
temples and altars, goddesses and gods
We all have within us, the ability to become God and Goddess incarnate when we make love.
We become that to each other, and for each other, through ritual and meditative practice, at least that’s the theory. The concept works for some people, but not for others.
Well it wasn’t like opening that old envelope that said “You may already be a winner!”
Nope, not at all like that.
If you follow Sinful Sunday, you may already know that the triptych created by my lovely and talented slave, the always beautiful Serafina, was selected as a winner in Molly’s Triptych Competition.
We got 4th place!
The competition was pretty steep. There’s a lot of…
There’s a personal matter I’ve been biting my tongue about.
The circumstances behind the incident, I felt, didn’t allow me to say anything.
I was biting my tongue out of respect for a friend’s relationship, as I didn’t feel calling her Master out for a consent violation would be healthy for their relationship.
Now that she’s been “uncollared”, I feel that the appropriate opportunity to say…
: a person who has broken the law and who is hiding or running away to avoid punishment
I used to tell my friends that inside the BDSM community, “We are all sexual outlaws.”
I always felt we were at least twenty years behind gays in our own battle for acceptance. That was back in the early 1990′s, something like twenty years ago.
Upon reflection, I realized that…
Serafina and I just adore Jade and her blog, Kink and Poly.
So much so that we named her among our biggest inspirations in the post “I” is for Inspiration and Influences.
But I can’t say that I’m terribly enamored of her topic choice for this particular Kink of the Week. Sorry Jade …
Instead of maschalagnia, why not merinthophilia[2. sexual fetish characterized by a…