I was up around 9:20 and I jerked off. Shortly after that I was greeted with a nice cup of Earl Gray tea to start the day. Thank you girl. So far I'm two for two on this Sunday morning. Today should be pretty simple. We are both going to continue with our year end clean up. I will confess, slave barb has a lot more work to do then I. I pretty much plan on doing odds and ends and watching football all damn day. Slave barb is also gong to make me a ( what I expect will be a) dynamo rib eye steak diner with rice. It simply seems like a nice easy going Sunday. I will admit that tonight will be interesting. Recently we have signed up with Net Flix and it has been good to me. We are getting a fair amount of movies sent to us that I can't pick up at the Local Video store. Many of them dealing with music but tonight we are going to be watching The Man That Fell To Earth.( Starring David Bowie). The title is just that, it's about an Alien played by Mr. Bowie that comes to Earth and becomes a business genius and pretty much gets everything and Earth dweller would want. Money, fame, passion, glory, you name it. . Of course he's not prepared for what Earth can and will do to him both mentally and physically. Seems harmless right? Well no and here's why. I was taken to see this movie when I was eleven years old. I was brought to see this movie with my Uncle and cousins. The Cousins were all of R rated movie age and certainly my Uncle was too. The issue is that I was only eleven. I kind of remember this movie being good ( what do I know I was only eleven). The issue came up because in my mind I remember a lot of nudity in this movie. I don't know if my mind is blowing the nudity out of proportion or not but I do remember seeing Candy Clark naked on the big screen and feeling vulnerable and out of sorts with my hard cock. It got to the point that I wasn't even able to look at the screen, I clearly remember looking away from the screen. My brain was exploding and it was all too much to handle. I was not prepared to have this public hard on, I was even less prepared to have this public hard on with my family in popcorn reaching distance. In somewhat recent history I have seen bits and pieces of this movie on free TV so of course it was edited to shit. So tonight I'm going to watch this movie and answer a lot of questions. Is David Bowie a good actor? Is Candy Clark as hot as I remember in this movie? Is Candy Clark naked in the movie as much as I remember it? Is the movie a good movie? Of course I do feel very strongly that I can watch the “sexy” scenes” I have obviously grown to be a fine upstanding X Rated Pervert but either way watching this movie tonight is going to answer some questions I have had since the age of eleven.

2007 – Well boys and girls, if you look out your window you can see the gate rapidly closing on 2007. History is pretty busy crossing the T's and dotting the I's and preparing to lock this year away in the history books. So how do I look at 2007? For me, 2007 was a great year. I still can't believe that we won the International Master slave contest / title. We hit the road hard, even harder than we did for the North East Master / slave title and we really learned a lot. Myself and slave barb learned how close we really are. We learned that we are the powerful team that we thought we were. We learned that driving 200 miles in a car together is a blessing not a life sentence. In 2007 I was ( and I know slave barb was also) touched by so many peoples Leather and M/s struggles. We were even more blown away that people would come up to us or write us saying that we helped them or cleared things up for them. Who us? We are just two wacky perverted Rock N Roll fools. Us? Maybe so, Why would they lie? These titles mean the world to me as does my Leather History. I can't believe that I / we play a small roll in this historical process. I'm a very lucky Man, Owner, Master, person. 2007 was also the year that I got stronger. I got stronger mentally physically and spiritually. I really made some heavy duty differences at the gym. I gained more muscle mass and really worked my ass off at the gym and I'm very proud of that. While that was happening I also found myself becoming (even more) mentally acute. In 2007 I really learned ( not mastered) how to keep myself together, especially when it comes to work. In 2007 I really was able to control my temper. I'm very pleased to get that demon locked away. That was a huge triumph for me. I also got much better at dealing with the jerks at work. I'm learning how to keep a false smile on and letting a sunny voice and disposition shine through even when disgust for people is speeding through my veins. I will admit that's a work in progress and I have a long way to go. I also learned how to relax more. I allowed literature ( books) to become a steady part of my mental diet. This is allowing me to relax and feed my brain at the same time. A little more Mental Acumen for me through the power of reading please, thank you. There's one thing that I'm having difficulty with when it comes to myself. In 2007 I have become more in touch with my spirit which for some reason leaves me more in touch with a sensitive side of myself. That has been hard to deal with. I still plow through life with intensity and pretty much try to kick over anything that's in my way but now there's a counter balance to that. There's a greater sensitivity those around me or less fortunate than me. There's a greater sensitivity to realizing that I'm vulnerable. Tears can well up in my eyes now more than ever before. It's tough to process, it's a new balance to deal with. For once I will not try to conquer these newer emotions, I will simply keep trying to balance them. Most important in 2007 myself and slave barb over came some heavy odds. We went through a really rough time in 2006. ( more of that will be explained in our presentation called The History of Our Title Journeys). Where most pairs may have collapsed and failed, we re-built and got stronger, tougher and happier together. When it comes to my relationship with slave barb I'll quote Zakk Wylde from The Black Label Society, “You Can't Kill What's Stronger Than Death”. Thank you 2007 for one hell of a ride. Oh yes, one last thing to write about 2007. I made some amazing new close family / friends. You know who you are. The problem is all the main five of you are in California. Hm, aint that the Universe playing games.

2008 – So what do I see for myself and my household in 2008? There will be some expansion. That's starting to take shape. It's healthy and fun. It will be interesting to see where this takes us. I also predict there will be a lot more play. This too should be interesting. In my mind I have coined 2008 the year of intensity. I have been reading a lot of Henry Rollins and I'm feeling very inspired by his intensity, drive and his will to kick ass. I want to take that ball and run with it harder than I normally do. I want Intensity and kicking ass to reflect HSL. I want to see drive and passion be the order of the day yet I want to see that balanced with happiness, calmness and love. It can be done. In 2008 I hope to pick up where I left off. I want to be able to keep growing and keep facilitating the positive. I plan on continuing my reading, I plan on increasing my workouts, I plan on pushing hard at work, I plan on taking care of slave barb and Mastering Myself, her and my household. I plan on being an upstanding Leather Man who contributes to the community that he loves and believes in, I plan on rocking it hard. I plan on being more intense, I plan on growing and making slave barb even more proud that I'm her Master. New calendar, new vision, new hopes, new challenges and new dreams. Team HSL is ready, BRING IT ON!

On a side note, 2007 was the year that seemed to be the year of uninspired and compromised Rock N Roll. Quite frankly it was the death of the the true spirit of Rock N Roll. Republican views, political correctness, empty TV ( MTV), corporate smiles, and weakness creped its way right into the heart Rock N Roll. Almost anything that was revolutionary was squashed and the record companies did far too good of a job of sanitizing what's supposed to be a dirty, raw and raunchy medium of expression and angst. There are far too many bands with loud guitars wearing nice neat collared shirts to please parents and their money. The youth of America has let themselves ( and America) down. Your tour bus equals shit, your art equals shit when you allow yourself to be made over like a boy band with pocket of cash stuffed up your ass. Oh, by the way, the record company will take that cash back as soon as you are not in fashion anymore. Yes, the record company took your integrity too because you agreed to allow the record company to to revamp your sound and image. You allowed yourself to have a bar of Irish Spring stuffed up your ass and then you allowed yourself to be buffed and shined with weakness and mediocrity. Ah, Industry cleansing. Yeah, go on TV and say green is the color of our future as you do nothing. Go out and say you support the troops yet be a weak minded politically correct drone that's more concerned about what the record company thinks than what your tombstone will read. Because it will read here lies a weak soul that conformed and sucked the music industries dick even though it went against all that you once believed in. Here lies the mass grave of people that created weak Rock N Roll in order to look cool. Here lie the people that played with mediocrity and said nothing and were proud to live there lives with a corporate loafer shoved up their collective ass.

PLEASE WILL SOMEONE , SOME BAND IN 2008 GET SOME GUTS AND MAKE A DIFFERENCE. PLEASE WILL SOMEONE OUT THERE READ ABOUT WODDY GUTHRIE, ODETTA, JAMES BROWN, JIM MORRISON, MELISSA ETHRIDGE THE ROLLING STONES, THE RUNAWAYS, THE SEX PISTOLS, GUNS AND ROSES, THE GERMS, BLACK FLAG, THE RAMONES, THE CLASH, BLACK SABBATH, NINE INCH NAILS. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TURN THEIR GEAR UP TO 12 MAKE A STATEMENT AND DO SOMETHING LOUD, NEW, DIFFERENT AND FOR DAMN SAKE TAKE THAT CORPORATE LOAFER OUT OF BONO'S ASS AND BEAT HIM AND THE THE RECORD LABEL GIANTS OVER THE HEAD WITH IT.

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