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I will be a junior student in the Fall from northern New Jersey attending a Central Pennsylvanian college and I wish to enter the lifestyle. As of now, I've had some experience in being a dominant, but there's always more to learn. I also have an attraction to lactation as I think it's really quite beautiful.
Ever since I was about 15 I was interested in the lifestyle, but it hasn't been until college that I was able to truly witness and learn more about it. Over the years I've learned that I am in every way dominant. I'm here to meet new people in my general age group and hopefully be able to find someone long-term.
I enjoy controlling a person's entire being and pushing them to the limits their mind, body and emotions can take. It's an amazing feeling to put your will and strength against another person's, to contort and mold them in anyway you wish, mentally or physically.
Now that the business part is taken care of, the non-kinky side of me involves; watching movies with friends, listening to a wide variety of music, playing video games, playing club lacrosse as a goalie, learning how to play the electric guitar, and just being a guy.
Don't hesitate to contact me.
And for the record, this is exactly what I have posted on my account. I have the same username as well, Plasma133.
If—
By Rudyard Kipling 1865–1936
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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