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 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 13:53:44 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Rubber Repai in Edinburgh</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/282069/</link>
 <description>Does anyone know anywhere for this?</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 12:39:18 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Plodding along</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/281773/</link>
 <description>So much going on in my life right now, all pointig towards good things, yet here i am, still plodding along. Happy. Calm. Centred. but trying to get things moving. Got a huge project in the pipeline but it has turned out to be a much bigger project than i first anticipated. With vanilla and kink applications it could be a project that gives me something to do, and a decent income for the rest of my life, so i am treading carefully.</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 17:47:09 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>No longer unemployed!</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/263830/</link>
 <description>Woo hoo, i have a job again! i start back on the doors, ok it means i&apos;m giving up my weekends again, it also means that i&apos;m back up in Aberdeen but at least it&apos;s a job and it&apos;ll do me until i get something full time Mon-Fri! Next stop, motorbike back on the road!!!</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 15:23:05 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Viagra</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/263702/</link>
 <description>Now, this is not something that i actually need, believe me, if i did i would just go to my Doctor. However, i had a dream last night, one which i informed my current, ummm, not quite sure what to call her. Anyway, she said, sounds good, you should get some (Viagra, that is) so, i am here asking you, dear people of IC, where could i possibly pick some up before Saturday night?</description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 15:55:20 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Gie&#39;s a job ya dobber!</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/263510/</link>
 <description>Ok, if i really asked like that i know i&apos;d not get anywhere, though i have been searching high and low, i have applied for about 20 jobs, not one company has got back to me, i look at the job centre website and other employment sites daily and apply for anything that seems half decent (even supervisor at poundland fer christ sakes! Trying security, care work, retail, health, council lots and lots of jobs!</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 16:38:14 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The need...</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/263428/</link>
 <description>I have a need, a need to be completely immobilised, bound so tight i can&apos;t move a muscle, gagged, hooded and abused. Humiliated. Teased. Tortured. Owned. To be completely and utterly controlled. Who by? You! A Stranger! A Couple! A Group! ANYONE!!! When? Now!!! Help me, i am in hell...
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 <pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:44:14 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Orgasm Denial</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/262974/</link>
 <description>Despite what i have said in the past, i am now seeing a vanilla girl, (i say vanilla, i&apos;ve been tied up, gagged and blindfolded by her and she looks great in both her leather and her pvc dress! She&apos;s also expressed an interest in being shown round a Dungeon). Interestingly, she tells me when i am and when i&apos;m not allowed to masturbate, and, sometimes, she tells me when i have to masturbate and stop before i&apos;m allowed to cum. Usually this leads up to when i&apos;m going to see her next. Once she even told me i had to fasten myself into the gates of hell and play with myself until she told me to stop, the result was me being so turned on and eager to cum (though not allowed to) that i was shaking. </description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 12:53:23 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/250906/</link>
 <description>it started with a phonecall, a concerned friend, asking if i was ok. Next came the phone call from Tal, also making sure things were ok. Through the course of last night 3 more calls and about 20 texts came in to the same tune, all of the senders had heard of my passing from this life. It seems, sometime in the morning of Saturday the 2nd of October, i passed on from this life, nobody knows how yet. It&apos;s really quite sad, i had so much left to live for...</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 22:37:17 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Tattoo Artists?</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/248509/</link>
 <description>Hey folks, wodering if any of you southern types might be able to help out, i&apos;m looking for something quite specific.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 17:06:24 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The Full Moon...</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/247693/</link>
 <description>It&apos;s close, i can feel it in every ounce of my being. The need to be tied up is constantly there, gnawing away at me, pleading to be fulfilled. The desire to be gagged, everpresent, nibbling away at every conscious thought. Thoughts of hoods, blindfolds, binders, straps, ropes running through my head over and over. Hogtied, to a wall, to a bed, to a chair, to a wheel, to a cross, to a bench, on my knees, standing up i don&apos;t care. It&apos;s worse this month than it normally is and i don&apos;t know why. i can almost feel the brush of a leather clad hand on my wrist, as if brushed when passing a rope between wrists, binding them together.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 21:52:18 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>To people who say you don&#39;t get a free ride...</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/246781/</link>
 <description>i did today, the bus driver knowlingly let me travel from Dundee to Aberdeen free of charge! :)</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:02:31 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>It&#39;s all coming together</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/246674/</link>
 <description>Well, it seems the pieces of my life truly are coming back together and are knitting together even better than before.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 22:02:27 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Give 100%... </title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/245763/</link>
 <description>From a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this:</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 20:32:33 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Summer Surprise</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/245745/</link>
 <description>So there i was, in Aberdeen City Centre, after work, on a warm August morning, with an hour to kill before my bus home. As i walked from the area around the Harbour to the main drag i noted, with an unusual indefference, that the older lady i walked past was wearing leather gloves, the first pair i&apos;d seen on someone in a few months. (For those who don&apos;t know me as well as others, my biggest fetish is for tight, black leather gloves). i didn&apos;t think about it for long and made my way to Primark to buy myself a shirt, as i walked through the ladies section on the 1st floor, out the corner of my eye i spotted a pretty, bespectacled girl, dressed in a slightly gothic style, standing at the till. i turned my head as i passed, maybe even got thrown a smile but, as usual with such matters, i really couldn&apos;t be sure. i moved to the escelator and descended to the lower floor. 
     After  looking for a shirt that was the right colour (no mean feat when you&apos;re colourblind) i made my way back up onto Union St and into the St John&apos;s centre to have a look about there. It was there i beheld a site i didn&apos;t expect. The pretty girl in the gothic attire putting on her purchase from Primark, a pair of tight, black leather gloves. i nearly melted on the spot, all kinds of thoughts started to run through my head as to the reason a young lady might be wearing such gloves in the summer (bad circulation? glove fetish? scottish summer weather?). Whatever the reason, without realising it, she made my day.</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 06:03:24 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>i had to laugh...</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/245189/</link>
 <description>Working the night shift in Aberdeen tonight, sometime late in the night 2 girls and 2 guys came onboard. One of the girls saw the image on my wallpaper which is of some art, it&apos;s a bit strange looking.We got into a conversation about how odd (or not) i am when the second girl piped up, &quot;Are you into bondage?&quot; i looked a little surprised, she continued, &quot;you look like you&apos;d be into being tied up and chained up!&quot; to which i replied &quot;i might, i might not, why do you want to know?&quot; she never replied, i nearly said something about smelling your own but didn&apos;t think it&apos;d go down to well, lol.</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 19:04:43 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>What a dilemma</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/244483/</link>
 <description>Well, it&apos;s been a year since i was first offered my council flat in a Dundee high rise. It&apos;s not a bad place once you learn to turn a blind eye to a few things, for instance, the guy who lives directly below me with his two teenage sons who, despite living with their Dad, like to throw parties where i could sing along with most of the songs, if i knew the lyrics to that kind of music. Sometimes while i&apos;m trying to get to sleep for nightshift during the day, or sometimes when i&apos;m trying to sleep for dayshift just never when i&apos;m not trying to sleep. Then there&apos;s the skip hire place across the road that fires up at 7am every weekday morning, despite the double glazing i still get woken by this every morning.Then there&apos;s the couple a few floors above me who feel that using a bin is too much work and just throw their rubbish out the kitchen window, sometimes it even lands on my windowsill, once even, on my open window! If you can ignore that then it&apos;s ok, well apart from the discarded needles sometimes found lying around the outside of the building, not to mention the unconscious drug addicts lying in the stairwell on occasion and the rather rough looking friends of some previous tennent, long since gone, banging on my door looking for &quot;Charlene&quot; or &quot;Bob-o&quot;. Luckily most get a fright when i answer the door but, it&apos;s not the point.
     Visiting a friend, in his new flat, for the first time the other day, i commented how much i love his house. His response to ask me how much and when i told him which part of my anatomy i would give up to live in a place like that he informed me that wouldn&apos;t be necessary but half the rent would suffice. The flat, which is in a converted mill, is a 4 bedroom affair (more house than flat) and, since there&apos;s no HMO only 2 of the rooms are allowed to be rented, my friend has his bedroom and a gym, i would have my bedroom (en-suite no less) and another double bedroom for the little one staying over. Which leads me to my dilemma. Not only would i be giving up my freedom (living alone does have it&apos;s benefits, especially when this guy is, as far as i know terribly vanilla) but, although this guy is a friend, i don&apos;t know him 100% and that&apos;s not a good thing when i have my daughter coming to stay (that part&apos;s still to be ironed out for thse that know my situation). So now my decision hangs in the balance. Being offered a flat like this seems too good to be true! i don&apos;t want to attempt to describe the place but let&apos;s just say it has a mezzanene in the living room which sports a pool table!</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 13:20:29 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!!!</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/244047/</link>
 <description>i really can&apos;t believe how fookin&apos; silly i can be sometimes.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 05:35:25 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Back on track</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/240060/</link>
 <description>it took nearly a year and a half but the patience has finally paid off, the pieces of my life are finally coming together.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 11:42:26 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>i don&#39;t get it...</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/227579/</link>
 <description>Things start, as they almost always do, very slowly. It begins with the simple act of being civil, an effortless step for me, i try my damndest to be civil no matter who i&apos;m speaking to, i suspect and, somewhat, understand that this isn&apos;t such an easy step for the other party but the hand of civility was extended from there first, so i embrace this as a genuine gesture and a first step towards things improving.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 18:46:14 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Watchmen</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/227397/</link>
 <description>I&apos;ve just seen the trailer, the unfilmable film is about to be released. 6th of March, read the comic book in my early teens and loved it ever since.</description>
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