CharredxBurny

you know, I'm well aware I'm an idiot with an opinion and $299.99 to buy the pc. but really I'm an artist who who $2000.00 and bought a mac and a wacom art tablet...then I'm an idiot...have a nice day

you know, i was wondering how and why i would stay here and through a discussion with a local Dominant man i realized. to be different here, you simply tell the truth, all the time. don't try to be someone you're not and don't offer what you can't deliver.

all i know for sure that i can deliver is devotion. i'm good at devotion...

I've been on this site twice now and others also. I am having a really difficult time figuring out how the predators sort out the prey etc. See, although many say, "I'm in control, ultimate this and that" but frankly, you're not in control when you say, "i'm in control with your hand out" and I won't in control unless you fill my hands with schekels....

I've had an interesting life. I grew up in D.T. toronto, and vancouver. I know a prostitute or two and honestly, I was on the streets at 14, I was a prostitute and, with that experience I can pretty much speak with the voice of authority when I say, the man, or woman with the money is who is in control. When the money is in a trick's hands the only thing he or she isn't in control of is their sexual needs. Once the money's out of his hands and into the hands of his or her new Domme he's in control of nothing...and nothing is about what he'll have gotten nine times out of ten.

In general, you're the money and you're not wanted once you've been parted from your cash. If it works for your kink so be it, but changing money from hand to hand and getting sex for it or services as they are so often mislabeled isn't what it claims to be. 

You might guess I'm not a stupid man and you'd have guessed right. I was pretty smart and very good looking when I was a kid and I figured out, along with a couple of other guys and gals that people will pay for WHAT THEY BELIEVE IS THERE, even if it isn't actually there.

Case in point, before the internet, in Vancouver, there was a local paper. The Georgia Str. that had a personals section in it. That's where swingers looked for swingers. It was especially the domain of sexually closeted folks and, um you can be closeted for a lot of reasons. Most of them are not good. 

Men, assumption but likely true, men would place ads saying they'd buy used panties and under garments/ used being the bling word, no? Yeah!

So, at about 18 me and a couple of the other street BOYS gathered our nickels and placed an ad. "I'm Emily and I will mail you my used panties...". We were creative, anyway, we would go to "army navy" on the other side of "blood alley" in Vancouver's GasTown. Buy up a bunch of girls frillies and put two or three pairs on each and ride around the sea wall on bicycles. Must have been hilarious, seeing 5 punk rock, junkie, street boys cycling around the sea wall....who knows what evil lurks, no?

Anyway, the best part of all this was...they would send us cash before they'd had any contact at all...and we delivered...which probably shocked the shit outta most of them. The thing is, that dream above, actually happened.

I really thought  I was stuck on the streets (I was just left by my mom...foster care is special hell) and I believed my only hope was to somehow turn that experience to my advantage which I was very very occasionally able to do. When I wasn't, I was trolling...and I know you know what that means, Ladies.