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Put on your seat belt; you're in for a bumpy ride. See if you can make it to the end.
I am writing this after years of advertising on this web site with no discernable positive results. I've alternately been told I'm too old (as if chronology somehow relates to personality, drive and suitability), too young (Whoever that person was I really want to thank them), too fat, not big enough, wrong race, too conservative, not kinky enough, not intelligent enough (My God, I spent 10 years getting undergrad and grad degrees... come to think of it, that's probably not much of a qualifier for intelligence), and a raft of other undesireable traits.
What I have received is a plethora of hookers asking for "tribute."
Excuse me honey, the Roman empire fell a couple of years back. Tribute is now universally accepted as a shill word for hooker. Yes, I know, you don't do sex. All that means is some dumb guy is willing to pay for you and not get anything in return at all. Who's more pathetic, a guy with such low self esteem that he's that desperate or a woman who preys upon him?
Anyway, I digress. After years of using secret bdsm decoder ring terms to impress apparently no one (admittedly bad judgment on my part), here's the naked truth about me and what I want.
Do you need structure, accountability and acceptance in your life? Are you incomplete without someone to be the center of your world? Try Doms R Us.
We (that would be the royal "we" as I don't have a mouse in my pocket) are looking for a younger (don't even go to the diaper thing, please) Caucasian or Asian female (you know, one with original parts not aftermarket additions or deletions), height/weight proportionate, non-smoking submissive with or without experience.
After reading that last paragraph-hiding-in-a-sentence that defies grammatical classification, I think my editor would fire me if he read it.
I am a well educated international journalist, lover of the arts and avid outdoorsman in the Hemingway sense of the word (well, minus the suicidal tendencies anyway).
My sense of adventure is only eclipsed by a huge sense of humor. And yes, I can, and often do, laugh at myself. No one appreciates being hoisted upon one's petard more than I though I try to head off the occasion at the pass.
I love to travel and have had adventures and misadventures all over the world. How many people can lay claim to inadvertently appearing naked in front of a bus full of Japense tourists on Java?
I also love to cook, have a modest wine collection, ride a Harley, am father to two golden retrievers and play drums - poorly, I might add.
I love music of all kinds (my iPod has over 3500 ranging from opera to punk), love films, am a dyed-in-the-wool bibliophile and have never been arrested. Hey, this is the Internet, I think mentioning that has meaning to this crowd.
Well, there was one rather unfortunate incident when I was ejected from a concert. I was standing in the last row waiving my lighter shouting "Free Bird" and was asked to leave. Who knew Chicago Symphony Orchestra had a rule against such a thing?
Okay, look. I spent two years at Second City. I'm not one of those brooding, dark, murky figures that demand you call them some silly name. I live with two golden retrievers for God's sake. Its in their contract - "Dad must be a nice guy with treats, squeak toys and car & boat rides."
Being dominant isn't about being angry anymore than being submissive is about being a doormat. Its an outlook on life that you either are or you aren't. I want someone that shares that orientation with me but who will also be my best friend, lover, constant companion and will let me torture her on a rack until she... Oh, sorry. I was reading a pop-up ad and started copying the text inadvertently. Okay, I have a streak of kink in me to be sure. A little S&M and bondage with love heightens things considerably but I've never raised my hand to a woman in anger in my life and that's not a joke. I know this will be atypical for here but i respect and adore women and have always felt protective of a woman; not possessive and jealeous but protective.
If you've gotten this far you either find this interesting or you have no life at all and you're just keeping yourself occupied by reading this while performing your principal role of converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. If you're in the former category please include a face photo with your response if there isn't one on your profile. If you're in the latter category don't look upward in the rain.
P.S. The stern picture of me is a few years old but the Harley picture is a few months old.
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Another Christmas alone. Ain't life grand. Uh, not really. |
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It simply never ceases to amaze me at how people here will simply lie and lead you on. What's the point? Do they have such a shallow life that they have nothing better to do than lie to strangers on the Internet? |
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Thought for today. One heck of a lot of rhetoric but when the rubber meets the road we see who's real and who isn't. |
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| Age: 18 |
| Eugene,
Oregon |
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