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| Bondage. Sensory deprivation. Gentle humiliation. Surrendering control.
I'm tall, green eyed, and wear grey flannel and button down shirts.
You have needs that aren't being met. You want to be held . . . tightly. You want to drink the full measure of human experience. You are a Lou Reed lyric.
You can hold a conversation. You have opinions and are willing to share them. You are curious about the world and want to explore. You are willing to be quieted with a kiss or a gag. What you look like is less important than your mind, but for the record I'm attracted to June Cleaver wannabees, librarians/school teachers with with hidden tattoos and piercings, girls who dress like boys, and punk rock women who kick ass at roller derby.
We start by having dinner. We decide if we want to have dinner again, and then negotiate the terms of our relationship. Be located within 40 miles of Sproul Plaza. Bonus points if you recognize the scene depicted in my picture.
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