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		<title>Guy Fawkes Day &#8211; Do Something Subversive</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 17:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...

Happy Guy Fawkes Day! Traditionally a holiday in England to remember the failed plot to blow up parliament. The original intent was probably more along the lines of cautioning the populace against foolhardy attempts at rebellion, sedition, and treason; today it's mostly an excuse to get drunk in a field with a great big bonfire.

On this side of the pond, though, I like to think of Guy Fawkes Day differently: Do Something Subversive.  No treason or attempts at overthrowing the government, please, and don't do anything stupid. But do stand up for something important, do go against societal norms, do something that makes people think or feel slightly uncomfortable, or do something that makes you uncomfortable.

Take a naughty photo of yourself or write down a crazy fantasy (and send it my way, I'll put it up). Go to your local Occupy ____ movement and bring them food, or pick up a sign and protest greed. Leave your big-name bank and join a credit union or small local friendly bank (it's not that hard to do). Hell, donate food or volunteer at a soup kitchen, come out of a closet, go get your mail dressed in your finest kinky wares. Whatever it is, do something unusual for you and for those you live amongst. It's better than just going with whatever daily flow we all get ourselves stuck in.

There are some photos after the jump, at the blog itself. ]]></description>
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		<title>Shame, Kink, and Privacy</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 16:12:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Leatherati has had some interesting articles lately on kink shame; and I've seen a (somewhat obnoxious) video floating around espousing the basic tenets of coming out as kinky to friends or family. And then yesterday rauber wrote a personal post about his own tussle with privacy over his kinky interests. So it all got me to thinking about my own perspective on kink, privacy, and shame.

Ever since I accepted that I was gay, I've not felt ashamed of myself. That didn't mean I instantly came out of the closet, though. I have a life-long policy of not debating fundamentalists, or really even listening to them, so I didn't outright tell my family not for fear or shame, but because I didn't want to deal with their judgmental ignorance. But that was a mistake, because my being gay isn't a phase, or a choice, or a passing interest. It's my identity. Who I love is who I am. And those I loved deserved to know that. Today, I don't exactly leave a glitter trail wherever I go, but I don't shy away from describing my husband. This is a part of my identity, and I'm not ashamed of it.

But the fact is, I don't apply the same standard to my kink. Yes, being a kinkster is a part of who I am, but I don't feel the same need to announce it to everyone who passes by. Kink, leather, submission or BDSM do not make up the whole of my identity. What I do -- in the bedroom, dungeon, conference, hotel -- is not who I am. For most people, it's none of their business. I don't ask my family how they like to have sex, and I don't think it's anyone else's business how I like to have sex. But if I was ever asked, or if the concept of kink and BDSM came up with friends (because it just never would with family ... it just wouldn't), I would defend it and describe it for those who are uninformed. Because I do believe that the kinky community is misunderstood and often maligned. And I would freely admit my interest, in context, because I'm not ashamed of it, I just enjoy my privacy.

<b>Scene Names</b>
In his article on the topic, Loren Berthelsen brings up a lot of concepts in a very short article. How do we deal with events, say, if going to IML and being asked why you're traveling to Chicago. Do we just say "a convention" or do we describe exactly what IML is. And for that matter, what is IML? I think for those of us who travel to events like that, we are choosing to shed some of our right to privacy and have that responsibility to educate those who might be interested. But there's a difference between being open and educational and ramming it down people's throats. Just as those of us who wrestle with dual gay-Christian identities have to disassociate our love from our sex for the sex-obsessed fundamentalists, we kinksters need to be able to describe the community and enthusiast aspects of our events without leading people to being that kink-cons are just great big orgies (even if they are great big orgies ... it's all about proper messaging).

(more after the jump) ]]></description>
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		<title>blablabla work blablabla lion king blablabla halloween</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/blablabla-work-blablabla-lion-king-blablabla-halloween/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 16:03:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Generic life update]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[denver]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have nothing particularly interesting to say. Sorry. The weekend was ... fine. I didn't work. I should have, but was tired most of it. My dog hasn't been sleeping well and so I haven't been sleeping well. Though Sunday was nice - did some volunteering painting the lobby of a local food bank. Last night the husband and I tried to watch a scary movie - Priest - which sucked. Halloween has never really been my thing. By the time I think "we should carve pumpkins," it's too late in the season. I don't really dress up, and haven't been to a Halloween party in a long time. Maybe next year I'll go as a gimp ... and just keep going as a gimp for the rest of the year.Thanksgiving and Christmas was always more my thing. I love Christmastime. Commercialism and over-hyping, not so much, but in general, I love going all out for the next couple of holidays. 

This is going to be a busy week. Nothing really going on today. Tomorrow is dinner with the in-laws (now that's a scary halloween event).  Wednesday we're going to see a musical - our first in Denver. Thursday is my husband's art class. Friday evening is some more volunteering. So, busier than usual kind of week. On top of it I have a ton of work to do with two major projects .... ]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 6: Welcome to Your New Life, (Shit Head) [Part 2]</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/chapter-6-welcome-to-your-new-life-shit-head-part-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 16:30:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The next morning I woke to light thwacks of the riding crop through the bars. I opened my eyes to see Ethan in boxers and a wife-beater (boy-beater?). “Get up, boy.”  He unlocked the cage and I crawled out; my limbs were stiff and my cock half-hard. He sat on the edge of the bed, “Position three, right here,” indicating the spot in front of him. I had to think for a second, which one was that? “Now, boy,” Right, attention. Damn, was I groggy.

He slapped my cool skin with the crop - not much more than a tickle, really, paying special attention to my cock and balls. It didn’t take long for them to wake up to full strength - the sight of Ethan’s well-build arms outlined in that tight shirt would have done it alone. “Put this on, you know the drill.” He handed me a condom, and like last night, I put it on and turned my head to the wall, careful not to close my eyes. My mind was still blank. Like before, I could sense him watching him, like a piece of meat, though this time he took greater liberty with the riding crop.

I jacked off, came into the condom, and took it off. I followed him into the bathroom where he stripped and stepped into the shower. “You have two minutes to do whatever you need to,” I relieved myself and brushed my teeth with the provided toiletries. He turned off the water and stood, dripping wet, looking incredibly hot. I’d seen him shirtless on his Recon photo, but everything was ten times more magnificent in person. I’d never seen someone so well built, so handsome, this close. “Wait any longer to dry me off and I’m going to beat you bloody, shit head.” I snapped out of my reverie and grabbed a towel.

When he was sufficiently dry, I was told to grab my scrubs and go make breakfast. Eggs and toast. He came down in gym clothes, I served him. “Position one.” I returned to a corner while he ate and read the paper. I heard him get up and leave the room, calling behind him “eat the leftovers, clean up, then come into the office.”

A few minutes later I appeared at the door and waited while he tapped at his computer. “You talk in your sleep. You’re not supposed to speak, even when unconscious. Clearly I have to reinforce the issue.”

He stood up and came over to me; in his hands was some sort of leather strap contraption, a head harness. He placed it over my head, the straps securing in two places behind my head. A muzzle-like gag could be unbuckled from the harness, and it was fitted with a small pecker-like protrusion, big enough to occupy my mouth but not cause a lot of discomfort from forcing my mouth open too long. He placed it in my mouth and secured it in place.

“I’m going out. While I’m gone, you will clean my house - every room, including downstairs. You’ll find supplies in the laundry room for up here. The dungeon has its own supplies in the front closet.”

He then put foam plugs in my ears. As they slowly expanded and muffled the ambient noise, I heard him say, “I’ll leave you alone with your own thoughts. All rules apply.” And then he left.

In my silent mental cage I went about the work, finding the supplies and scrubbing away. The house was already immaculate; he probably had a maid or something, and now that maid was me. I made the bed, did the laundry, changed the sheets, cleaned the mirrors, dusted. It was actually a lot of work - I wasn’t used to cleaning such a large house. I barely ever cleaned by own apartment.

In the dungeon, I found the mop, bucket, and gallons of some sort of specialty cleaner for sex toys and tools. I scrubbed the table and fucking machine that mock-raped the gimp from yesterday, the chains and stool I was tied to, the bathroom I was locked in. In another room I dusted and cleaned a St. Anthony’s cross and some sort of bondage table. I peeked in the closet, and my eyes widened to take in the rows of leather tools, straps, ropes, gags, floggers, whips, and boxes of other things I didn’t dare explore.

Several hours later I was tired, a bit sweaty, and my freshly shaved skin was starting to itch all over. I finished the work, putting everything away and wondered what to do next. It was the middle of the day, so I made Ethan a sandwich and wrapped it, ready for him when he returns. I figured a little initiative wasn’t a bad thing. With nothing else to do, then, I assumed positioned one and stood there with my thoughts.

I closed my eyes and envisioned my place in this story. A new boy, serving, cleaning, and now stowed in the corner like a vacuum or robot unused. I wondered what this would make me - what kind of person I would become. I wasn’t sure that the person - or tool, really - that I was acting as this weekend was the kind of person I wanted to be for the rest of my life. But at the same time, throughout the day, I really only cared about doing a good job, about cleaning the house well, about doing what I thought would make this Master happy. The thought that I was the plaything to the hottest man I’d ever seen played almost no role in my thoughts. Somehow, the service aspect was fulfilling, so whatever I was to become, would probably be profoundly different from my selfish instinct. At least, maybe.

After a while, I was startled to feel his hand on my shoulder. My mind was off in some other land and time, and my heart raced from the surprise. He took the foam out of my ears. He looked sweaty, he must have been working out. A smile graced his lips. “Good boy, there might be hope for you yet.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Follow me and you’ll have a little reward.”

(click through to read the rest of the chapter ... including a scene i creamed my pants while writing)]]></description>
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		<title>Friday Favorites: Clips &amp; Clothespins</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/friday-favorites-clips-and-clothespins/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my very first bdsm toys were clothespins I pilfered from the laundry room growing up. The thing about clothespins is they look worse than they are, at least until you take them off. They give good leverage for torturing nipples though, and one scene I really want to try some day is the one where you take a bunch of clips, attach them to the sub over a piece of string, and then after he's acclimated to them, rip the string off and all the clothespins with it.

My nipples were never that erotic for me until that one fateful training in Nashville. Now, I love it when my husband bites them, and often I beg him to bite them harder, deeper, to twist them and leave a mark. One of the next things on my list is getting tied down and clipped as much as my skin will bear. I want to push that feeling to my max, to see where the limit lies, and then push further.

Some great pictures are <a href="http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/friday-favorites-clips-and-clothespins?utm_source=rss&#038;utm_medium=jump-link&#038;utm_campaign=organic">past the jump over at the blog</a>!]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 6: Welcome to Your New Life, (Shit Head) [Part 1]</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/chapter-6-welcome-to-your-new-life-shit-head-part-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 18:51:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The six basic rules rattled around in my head. I repeated them over and over so I wouldn’t forget one. Having no idea what punishment would be like, but seeing just how crooked Ethan’s mind could get, I wasn’t eager to find out. When we get upstairs from the dungeon, we enter his living room. I’m guessing we’re in a brownstone - a New York townhouse, though I still have no idea where in the city after driving for what felt like hours, after my “kidnapping.”

I manage a quick glance around the living room before I’m told to go stand in a corner while he makes a phone call. Everything seems normal for a successful sales executive living in (or near) the greatest city in the world. Wood floors, big windows, a comfy-looking leather couch, large TV, and a variety of books, knick knacks, artwork and other decorations neatly ordered. He’s no slob, clearly; and he has good taste, but strikingly, not a single hint of naked man or kink could be seen. No porn, magazines, or Maplethorpe artwork. I don’t know what I expected … matching slings to watch TV from?

I hear him end his call and come back into the room. “Your in position number one. When I tell you to assume this position, you return to this corner with your hands folded behind your back, staring straight ahead like you were looking through the wall.

“Over this weekend you’ll be taught new positions. Do not screw them up.”

“Yes, sir.”

THWACK! went his hand upside my head. “Did I ask you a question?”

I realized that no, he didn’t. Somehow I’d assumed I was supposed to confirm that I understood the instruction, figured a “yes, sir” was respectful, appropriate. I paused too long.

THWACK! went his hand again. “That time I did ask you a question. Do you understand what being seen and not heard means, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then shut the fuck up.”

I did not reply. Instead I followed him, as directed, to the main part of the living room, standing between the couch and the television. “Put your feet about shoulder-width apart and bend over to grab your ankles.” I did the best I could, wishing I was a little more flexible. Ethan thought the same, apparently, and placed his hand on my upper back and pushed me down further. I grabbed as tightly to my ankles as I could, trying to stay in the position he wanted. “This is position two. It may be for punishment, it may be for fucking you. It might just be to turn you into furniture. But when I call for it, you assume this position and do not move.”

He left me there a minute, then, “Stand at attention.”]]></description>
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		<title>When Your Ex Starts Doing Porn</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 20:36:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You know what's weird?

When you're clicking through your daily porn feed and see a picture, thinking to yourself, "Huh, that guy looks like my ex-boyfriend D—," and on closer inspection, realize that it is, in fact, your ex-boyfriend tied to that table and getting poked, prodded and fucked.

You know what's even weirder?

When your ex has chosen your real life, unusually-spelled first name as his porn pseudonym. If you Google my first name you aren't going to find that many people. An artist here, a eastern European airplane engine manufacturer there, a nonprofit doing good things over yonder. You find me, and now if you click a page or two deeper, you find my ex tied up and hanging from the rafters.]]></description>
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		<title>First Snowfall</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:15:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Generic life update]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night around 9pm our first big snow storm of the season came to Denver! Here it is about 9am, and it&#8217;s still going! Last night it was rather fast and wet, blizzard even, but now its just gentle flakes falling. 6 &#8211; 10 inches in all, is what we&#8217;re expecting, I guess. It&#8217;s really [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Boy Becoming</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 22:02:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away at the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.  &#8211; Michelangelo They say that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Friday Favorites: Outdoors</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 21:30:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve always loved being outside, especially anywhere there&#8217;s woods, seclusion, or just a nice place to be, away from all the noise of the world. I lived in a lot of places growing up, the last place on 8+ acres of mostly woods and swamp, and I had my own little clearing nestled away, by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Wishlist: The Hobble Belt</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/wishlist-the-hobble-belt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 18:54:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[wishlist]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I find equipment incredibly hot, but there are only so many variations. Enter this amazing piece of awesome: the Hobble Belt from Mr S Leather. I think this thing is the most ingenious new piece of gear I&#8217;ve seen in a long time. Simple, elegant, bondage on demand. And functional to boot! A Master can [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 5: Well, That Was Different</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/chapter-5-well-that-was-different/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 00:24:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[submitted: an erotic novella]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[aftercare]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[masturbation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[objectification]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Previously: Chapter 4 Accepted into service, kindnapped, thrown in the back of a van and driven someplace far away. Dropped in a hot, damp room. Questioned under hot lights, heard some poor slave get raped by a machine, whipped, and abused. Forced to reconcile and defend why I wanted to serve, and ultimately, accepted &#8230; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>blablabla ouch blablabla life blablabla sweaty</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/blablabla-ouch-life-sweaty/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 15:51:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Generic life update]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[exercise]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fitness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[goals]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[So in an effort to post more in general, even when I&#8217;m not feeling particularly creative, kinky, or otherwise cogent, I&#8217;ve decided to post more of the mundane. After all, I can&#8217;t be brilliant in every post &#8230; in fact, I&#8217;m rarely brilliant in any post. I&#8217;m just a guy from Colorado moving along in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Candles &amp; Wax Redux</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/candles-wax-redux/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 18:33:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[candles]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[So after posting yesterday&#8217;s Favorites of candles and wax, I found a few more great shots courtesy the amazing Ruff.]]></description>
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		<title>Friday Favorites: Candles &amp; Wax</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/friday-favorites-candles-wax/</link>
		<comments>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/friday-favorites-candles-wax/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 19:26:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Photos & Media]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Real Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[candles]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wax]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.theboyrook.com/?p=188</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[One of the earliest kinky self-sexplorations I did was with candle wax. I had this little shoebox full of random tools and other household goodies, and chief among them were candles I nicked from the drawer of hot waxy goodness. I loved the anticipation, the heat, singeing my hair and skin, and that sudden sting [...]]]></description>
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		<title>BDSM vs. The Temple of the Holy Spirit</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/bdsm-vs-the-temple-of-the-holy-spirit/</link>
		<comments>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/bdsm-vs-the-temple-of-the-holy-spirit/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 16:05:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Faith & Fetish]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[christianity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[faith]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[inside-my-head]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[A friend was recently challenged by someone about whether their kinky lifestyle could possibly mesh with their Christian faith. The challenger relied on the passage from I Corinthians 6 that says &#8220;don&#8217;t you know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit? &#8230; so honor God with your body.&#8221; The challenge was, &#8220;isn&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Friday Favorites: Harnesses</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/friday-favorites-harnesses/</link>
		<comments>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/10/friday-favorites-harnesses/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 23:09:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Photos & Media]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[equipment]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[favorites]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[harness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[master-photos]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[slave-photos]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[submission-photos]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.theboyrook.com/?p=175</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Man! It has been a tough couple of weeks. Here I am, all set to be a good little blogger again, and then I get hit with a painful project at work that sapped all my time for a couple of weeks. I hate that. And the client has been a pain in the ass, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Changes Part 2: Hello Colorado</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/09/changes-part-2-hello-colorado/</link>
		<comments>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/09/changes-part-2-hello-colorado/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 14:30:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Generic life update]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[colorado]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[personal growth]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.theboyrook.com/?p=169</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[So more big changes: my husband and I finally made the move from NYC to Colorado. We&#8217;ve been here about three weeks now &#8230; and we already love it. We were in New York for about six years. New York is a great city; very diverse, very active, plenty to do &#8230; you never have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Changes Part 1: Becoming a Fitter Boy</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/09/changes-1-becoming-a-fitter-boy/</link>
		<comments>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/09/changes-1-becoming-a-fitter-boy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 00:50:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Generic life update]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[health and fitness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[personal growth]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.theboyrook.com/?p=167</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[This year is a year of intense change for me, chapters closing, new ones starting, all in the pursuit of a life and lifestyle that I want. I believe in going for the things one wants, never just waiting for life to hand you good things; instead, I try to make the things I want [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What Have I Been Up To (Or, &#8220;Why the Fuck Haven&#8217;t I Been Blogging?&#8221;)</title>
		<link>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/09/what-have-i-been-up-t/</link>
		<comments>http://www.theboyrook.com/2011/09/what-have-i-been-up-t/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2011 00:37:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>rook</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Generic life update]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[So … yeah … I suck at blogging, apparently. I&#8217;ve been meaning to update, but life gets in the way, and that is not an excuse according to the great Scott at BIE. He wasn&#8217;t talking about me in that ass-kicking post, and he doesn&#8217;t link to me, but I heard the message clearly anyway: [...]]]></description>
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