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I am who I am, and I will embrace my Popeye position. I am not looking for anything, I am instead, going to peacefully meander through this life enjoying those that choose to spend time with me. Share with me what you are willing to share and watch our relationship blossom.
I am a kind, caring and compassionate man that has lived and experienced extreme highs as well as lows in this journey that we call life. I am a sadistic, creative, destructive force to be reckoned with. I am trustworthy, straight forward, and loyal to a fault. I am educated, socialized and well connected. I fight for the underdog and protect the weak or provide a reprieve for those that just need to catch their wind. I will stand at your side or play a background part in your success. I am an entrepreneur at heart. I am very much a craftsman and enjoy creating items for the community, whether it be vanilla or kink.
If I had to pick only one title, it would be one I learned from a young lady half my age. I would be a Sapiosexual.
Though I do really like big boobs.
I enjoy the spirit of our community and the camaraderie of souls. Ask what you will, I shall answer in direct fashion.
An excerpt from my writings that explains my passion and emotions about our community
Today my spirit is troubled. I somehow have come across the dilemma of questioning if there is a difference between Submission andor Service in the Lifestyle I choose to lead. Part two of that same question is also that should I choose to submit (HIGHLY UNLIKELY) or serve others, does that mean that I should list myself as a sub or at the very least a switch?
As I delve ever deeper into my research and the depths of my own introspection, I realize that this trigger was flipped haphazardly by a wandering soul. I found that I am extremely sensitive about particular subjects of safety and community. I am not sure what random forces of nature conspired to align this particular meeting, though as is my habit, I was in attendance of a particularly established much with very few newcomers and as is my want I arrived early and created a position for myself central to the conversations and general enjoyment with a drink in hand. After several His and Hellos, I found myself privileged to a conversation that was really none of my business and I probably should have ignored it, for in my new role in our wonderful community, I am just a well worn piece of leather. No longer am I a shiny beacon in the business of salvation! The Knight is done, retired, through, the crusades are over and all that is left is a battle weary warrior in battle worn and scarred leather.
Thats when it happened...... I heard and saw the beginnings of that all too familiar story. You know the one we all have seen or heard, it always starts the same so I met this guy online.... didnt bother me... he lives in new york... I am sitting in TEXAS, still didnt bother me... so I am going up to meet him for the first time..... DING DING DING! Yep thats it you got my attention I AM FUCKING SITTING RIGHT HERE and I wait to see how this progresses I am meeting him in Boston because I am famaliar with the area ok good... I have family that live about 2 hours from there WHAT 2 HOURS... I have like 3 or 4 safe calls in place to who? You might ask ALL PEOPLE OVER 2 HOURS AND OR SEVERAL STATES AWAY He is a really great guy I have been talking to him for over 6 months.....,he is MOSTLY vanilla... etc. etc. etc.
Now please understand I am seated in a chair in a public venue very calmly choosing my questions and words very carefully, but on the inside the WARRIOR is getting suited up for battle, I have to save her, I have to protect her, she has no clue what she is walking into, there are images of a dingy grey van with a bag full of candy and a huffy in the back, a lost puppy, all I have is this collar Where did fluffy go? WARNING WARNING DANGER DANGER RED FLAGS SOS SOS SOS is all I can compute on the inside. I have heard this story so many times it sickens me, I have literrally seen this happen so many times it frightens me. FUCK, IT DOWN RIGHT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME!
Calm down, deep breathes, focus, Wooosaaa, breathe, Wooosaaa, ok, its ok, shes a smart girl, and he is probably a great guy, Oh how I hope hes a great guy, not everybody is a predator, not everyone gets hurt, the fairy tale is true (NOT FOR ME) but for somebody, RIGHT? I think about the beautiful spirits I know, that met a great guy in a public place for coffee. They had 3 safe calls in place. Oh how everything went great, he was funny, charismatic, charming, blah blah blah, we have met several times..., hes such a nice guy... then WHAM! All the calls are in, shes leaving, be home in 30 minutes, talk to ya later, click! SNATCH INTO A VAN OR TRUCK to be held used and abused only to be released later knowing there is nothing she can do except live with the trauma and the violation.
(JEFFERY DAHLMER, CHARLES MANSON, TED BUNDY, JIM JONES, ..............)
I am scared for this person that has on their Rose Colored Glasses. So I gently explain the inherent dangers and offer several options that will mitigate if not down right nullify the potential for loss of life or limb, all the while FORCEFULLY pushing myself back into my chair fighting my nature to grab this person by the scruff of the neck and put them back in the cubs den NO, your not ready yet. I cant do that, I cant force others to be safe, I have to allow others to make their own mistakes. I hope they listened. I hope they read this. I hope their dreams come true.
The problem is that there is a deeper question. Why do I care? Why does this person I know nothing about matter? I am a jaded and calloused person that has been severely damaged, beaten, abused, taken advantage of, used and manipulated, and that is why I am no longer the great and mighty WhiteArmorKnight, I no longer fight the good fight, I am just a worn out warrior in BurnishedLeather! I AM FUCKING RETIRED (REALLY TIRED)!
This is where introspection comes into play, what the fuck is wrong with you? Stop, look at yourself! So I am, and the blaring dilemma is what is the difference between SUBMISSION and SERVICE?
When in doubt contact an expert.
submissions601b712miSH601nnoun1. the action or fact of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person.
Superior force, Will, or Authority..... Accepting or Yielding..... Another Person......
In order to submit requires another person. That other person must be SUPERIOR to me in some manner. 1 physically (NOPE) 2 mentally (UNUHHH) 3 legally (HIGHLY UNLIKELY) Therefore I have concluded that I am not in any way, shape, , or fashion a submissive type person. So then, why is this bugging me so much, why cant I wrap my head and heart around this? I care, I am compassionate, I am forceful, I am opinionated, I am a dick, I am an ass, I am sadistic, I want to save you, I want to serve you, I want to protect you, I want to help you, I want to AAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
There it is RIGHT FUCKING THERE... I want to SERVE you.
service712s601rv601snoun1. the action of helping or doing work for someone.2. a system supplying a public need such as transport, communications, or utilities such as electricity and water.verb
1. per routine maintenance or repair work on (a vehicle or machine).
2. (of a male animal) mate with (a female animal).
Action... Helping... Doing... Supplying... Per... Work...To Fuck...Person... Someone... Public... ...
Yes I want to Help, Yes I want to Do, Yes I want to Supply, Yes I want to Per, Yes I want to Work, Yes I want to Fuck! PERIOD!
Holy shit batman, I want to SERVE! But I am not submissive, I am 100 a top I am assuredly on the left side of the slash. So I want
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