Age

Locked in the circle of life, we are born, we age and we die



No one can escape that



The measurement of age is based in years, that is, the number of times that the earth has rotated around the sun, from a specific point in it's trajectory, until it resumes that relative point in space





If you measure that as the number of times the earth revolves around you, you are waaay too old to be reading, or even to be alive



Ashes to ashes, dust to dust



May mother Earth accept in its bosom what the living cannot





Time can be divided into smaller portions, such as months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, to infinite fractions of the second





I suppose you don't know the milliseconds of your date of birth, do you



I don't know either... and I don't care





Time can be aggregated in bigger units, such as quarters of centuries, centuries, millennium and eons



But as some Albert once said, time is relative, based on our perception of it



Apart from the international measurement units there are also relative units of measurement, based on the average living standard for your country and the current time that you lived in and on the age you have, compared to the one you are measuring



For the caveman, being able to achieve 35 would be to be considered old as in the their twenties most would die from sickness, spoiled or poisonous food or the occasional encounter with a beast that would feast on their flesh



In a thousand years, if mankind still exists, we will probably be able to be achieve the millennium mark and the oldest living men that inhabits the Earth at this moment would be nothing more than a newborn to him





The birthday celebration of a millennial man would be a problem with the cake as it would be more candle than actual cake






As for your personal perception of time, it is not hard to grasp



As a rule of thumb, anyone with less than a quarter of your current age would be considered young and a quarter above would be considered old





I leave you with this small mathematical example (even if you failed elementary school you should be able to grasp this with a cheap pocket calculator or your dumbphone) 




For someone with the current age of 12,


Young < 12 - 12 / 4


Old > 12 - 12 / 4


being young would fall under 9 and old above 15




For someone with the current age of 21,


Young < 21 - 21 / 4


Old > 21 + 21 / 4


being young would fall under 14 and old above 26




For someone with the current age of 40,


Young < 40 - 40 / 4


Old > 40 + 40 / 4


being young would fall under 30 and old above 50




For someone with the current age of 60,


Young < 60 - 60 / 4


Old > 60 + 60 / 4



being young would fall under 45 and old above 75




Based on these examples, for the juvenile out there searching for someone your age would mean searching within a 12 year age interval



As for someone like me would be within a 20 year interval





Considering the age at which gays begin to come out and the current average population age, my chances of finding someone if I used such criteria would mean a much better chance to find the one



But I don't use that rule, luckily for some, as my age range is much bigger than that






There are three criteria for calculating age:


- Legal - the number of years passed since the birth date inscribed on your identity card


- Physical - based on your bodily appearance where does it fit when compared to the general population


- Mental - based on the way that you act, talk and do when compared to the rest




The first age is binding, while the other two are subject to personal interpretation





As a curiosity, the age on my profile and blog is my real legal age (I update it every year)





At this current time (2017/08/09), doing a self examination, I would calculate on the three criteria as:


- Legal as 40 years old


- Physical as 30 years old (could easily pass as that age, shaven and with my hair dyed, if one day I decided to do that)


- Mental as at least 100 years old (I sometimes think I am too old for what I see around me)


Doing an average of the three criteria would put me at about 57 years




Using this same criteria with a case I got some time ago:


- Legal as 50


- Physical as 55 (looked older than he actually was)


- Mental as 14 (behaved as a kid)


That gives the average age of 40 years, which is what he had posted on his profile


So doing a correlation, I would say that this is the reason why there seems to be such an age difference between the profile and reality


That reason being a matter of different criteria... or as they say, lying with all the teeth of their mouth





Nevertheless regarding the age interval for the age of 56 the age range would be somewhere between 42 and 70... which incidentally is very close to those that I have been more attracted to in these past few years



But nothing is written in stone


Some stones hide brute diamonds waiting to be cut and shaped, while others just hide... some loose screws





Placing limits on those you seek is what it is



Placing limits





Limits exist to be tested and broken



And amongst those that make no sense to me are age, race and nationality



To deny yourself the chance to know someone based on only these three criteria seems unreasonable



After knowing you may say yes or no, but to shut yourself to the possibility will just be your loss





Everyone has something to offer that may or may not fit into what you want and need



Serious and experienced masters are usually older as experience comes with time and trial, which not always correlates to their legal age



Serious slaves come with a deep introspection as to why they want to be slaves and that can happen even at an early age





There are serious slaves and masters everywhere in the planet



All you have to do is look for them, make a choice and go for it if they fit what you seek




Based on my age, you are still young



But I will welcome your contact nevertheless

March to discord

I roam this earth for as long as you do



I was bred, born and nurtured by a kind mom as you did



I had teachers that taught me that the world was round, the name of cities, rivers and seas



I learned the stories of those that came before me, their ideals and hopes for those who would rise up to be the new men and women after them



I gained knowledge to earn a part in society with a specific trade to become useful



And I learned what is to be expected of me to fit into the frame of those that live in it





But I chose to be different






I looked into it all and found it too gray, too tasteless, too fake



I chose to break away from the format of the bread that comes from the oven





I chose to be me





I do not care you call me a faggot, a freak, or a pervert for doing what I like, with whom I like, whenever I feel like



I can see, not the shame in your face, but the envy for the way I chose to live, free from all that clutter you call a life



It is by my own choice that I dress to impress, that I dress to provoke, that I dress to arouse



And that is how you find me now, with your neurons trying to figure out how I stand as I do before you




My mouth tastes rancid as my tongue found an ass to lick



My butt cheeks further apart from the fist that was rammed into it with the product you use to spread on your morning bread



My boots filled with the piss from a pass over at a local toilet where your husband went



My pants dirty from both my own cum and from your upstairs neighbor, that godlike creature that you put so high above the rest




But the thought of what happened transcends what your wildest imagination can dream of



I may look corrupted beyond repair



But I feel happy and fulfilled





And that is why you call me deviant



I deviate from the norm that binds you, from the rules that surround you, that never have been written and never will be



But this world is big enough for us both



As long as you are there, there will be a reason for me to be what I am now



So go on on your morning walk, feed the dog and walk the children, or whatever you pretend to like doing



Feel free to walk away from me as you are doing right now, trying your best to put up a facade to hide what you truly think and feel




With that putrid smile you say good morning



And with my number one framed smile I say goodnight



I am off to find my bed



If no one sexy comes my way

Spanking and goodnight

I come near your bed not to gloat, humiliate or bruise what is already bruised



I come here to tell you a story, perhaps a bedtime story, or maybe not, but nevertheless something for you to take into your sleep, to think and reflect as your head floats in the clouds like a child



As someone once told me, what you say is true and it explains what happened but it does not justify why it happened



It is true that it may explain in detail the reasons that in the end led you to fail in fulfilling the command



Nevertheless failure deserves punishment as you forgot for whom you were supposed to accomplish it and the implications of your failure in my life, even if by a mere second



Know that your failure meant my loss, both as your Master and Owner as well as your Teacher



As your Master you failed a direct command given by me and agreed by you as you said "yes Master"



As your Owner as you behaved as a brat, thinking your actions have no effects in anyone's life



As your Teacher as the effort spent in educating you for you to become what you are now seems to have been misplaced, to say the least






Never forget



you are Mine





you are not the stray dog that I picked up from the street, roaming the bins looking for food, pissing on corners and sleeping on the cold floor



you have been shaved, pruned and groomed into what you are now and my collar hangs around your neck for all to see



you are not sleeping somewhere, but in a place next to me, sharing the same roof as I



you eat from My food and have been nurtured from the knowledge that I shared



And you accepted this by your own free will, knowing that everything would have consequences, both the good and the bad





It is true my hand flashes in your ass



It is true that I made you cry



It is true that you did the best that you could



But you failed me nevertheless





As you think about what you did



Remember that even if the beating was hard, you still sleep on the same place next to me



Remember that you will have the chance to prove yourself to my expectations and be rewarded by your successes





It was not some other's hands that touched your flesh but Mine



It was not to a stranger that you screamed and begged for forgiveness, but to Me



And it will still be Me the one that teaches you how to be able to achieve the goals I have set for you and I am sure you are able to do, even if you doubt in yourself and in your own abilities





you can do better



I believe in you





Sleep tight

Directions and misdirections

you ask for my cock but you show me yours

what am I going to do with it...




you ask for an experienced master

but you know so little...




you ask to be undressed and taken

but you dress so tight...




you ask to be taken and raped

but you seek to be loved...




you ask to be a slave

but demand control...




you want to be fucked like a whore

but your ass is tight as a worm's hole...




you ask for a greek god to take you

but you are small and frail...




you ask for pictures of this world and the next

but you show nothing of you...




you demand I read your text

but there are no words written that truly matter...




you want something so big

but your mind is so small...





So




break yourself from your own set rules

and enjoy what comes your way




close your eyes and let go

when you have someone that catches you




if you fall and hurt yourself

someone will come to pick you up




and if not

you will rise and walk again




because that is as life works

in its own mysterious ways