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Babbling, pipe-smoking, pseudo-academic, suffering from the wicked wiles of debauchery, dominance, and submissive yearning. Though hardly your typical testosterone troglodyte, I'd say I have certain 'masculine' tendencies wrapped in vintage habits and a cheap tweed suit.
Apparently, to fit in with the rest of the 'men' on here, it seems I should write some bollockathon about how my mighty manliness will relinquish the shackles of a free and equal society, and unleash the inner 'you'.
It's almost as if by being incredibly rude and sexist, thrusting about my throbbing member, and barking asinine orders one would usually attribute to a recruitment-consultant middle-manager, I would establish myself as an intellectual and social superior and warm your ice cold heart.
Contrarily, I am looking for a captivating, intelligent individual who is as equally fucked up as I am, but not quite as socially or psychologically fucked up as some of the natives. In other words, if you boast more than the cerebral power of a potato, please get in touch.
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