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Stuff I Dig/Do/Say:
- Good conversation, whether it’s about BDSM, politics, or your own methodology of making the perfect cup of coffee. I like smarty-pants (pantses?).
- Sadism; yeah, I’m something of a sadist. You know, a very mean man. An arbiter of ill intentions. A moustache-twirling villain of Dickensian-meets-Desclosian proportions.
- A few dollops of self-awareness and intellectual honesty go a long way.
Stuff I Don’t Dig or Do That Much:
- Capitalizing pronouns, or, worse, the stuttered pronoun (Y/you; W/we). It looks like a speech impediment gone viral.
- Polyamory. If it works for ya, fantastic. Me, I prefer to concentrate my energies on a single person. Also, if I went there, I’d probably become sexually ADD, and I don’t want to have to meet Dr. Drew.
- Brussels sprouts. Just putting it out there. Can’t stand ‘em.
- Slavery; I prefer an equal, a partner, a confidante and a perennial glass-half-full.
Some Other Stuff: I’m educated, goofy, laid back, well-read, hastily manicured, and I look good in black. I’m tacky, bawdy, brainy, obtuse and painstakingly obscure. I’m 5’8” and ¾ but I swear that at one time I was 5’9” so I’m sticking with it. I’m astigmatic, a righty; my thumbs are bendy; I lean left and dress left. I’m a smarty-pants, a smart-ass, and I have an unmistakable fetish for a well rounded ass. I am the dom who made snow angels a couple of weeks ago apropos of nothing. Also, I think ‘dom’ is kind of a silly word. Same goes for ‘sub’. I prefer ‘you and me’. I shoot from the hip but am a reformed hipster. Women who shoot from the hip are more fun. Moms and pets love me. I’m housebroken but the only home I’m in search of is in the intangibles.
400 words of non-sequiturism. That didn’t hurt so badly, now did it?
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