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So.
Time to buy a lottery ticket here.
I truly do hate to start out with negative stuff. The wailing and whining about liars, fakes, players, etc is so tiresome. But truly the important point of any relationship is that the parties despise the same things; and sure enough, getting to some of the things we might despise right up front should save someone much time. Smokers, consumers of alcohol and other recreational drugs, worshipers of deities, and the semiliterate (your prolly not aware if u r) should log off now. Nothing to see here. To me, it’s utterly glorious that such a nexus as this site should exist. How long have many of us wanted some way to connect to people who have at the very least an inkling of the concept. Of what? It’s perhaps easier and more accurate not to even apply a term. How many regular people does one have to sift through in vanilla life to find someone who is not horrified at the concept that sex or everyday life might be delivered with some degree of agreed-upon compulsion? Like any other religion (yep) BDSM offers a panorama of approaches and experiences ranging from snake handling to high mass: And this fine, flexible catalog CM gives us the opportunity to sort through and seek for ourselves an appropriate level. So then in the spirit of negativity established above—if you crave welts and scars I’m Not Your Man. If you consider yourself a ‘bratty’ type that needs breaking, NYM. If you wish your life to pivot on the public ‘scene,’ NYM. If you are looking for the deity of your life, a tall, craggy, rich Adonis with the ‘look that brings me to my knees,’ NYM. Cages? Eating out of a dog bowl? WTF? I’m not out on a hunt for the love of my life. As I see it, if we meet, we like each other and feel comfortable and we proceed through whatever steps bring us to that point, you are inclined and I am inclined, we need no sanctions from ‘the community’ and no ‘training.’ Hell! We could write the book. Practices? We are quite capable of arriving at mutually satisfying excitements. If things turn out to be wonderful who can say what arrangement we might make or how long it might last? About sex and kink, I’m open to ideas and certainly have one or two of my own. I reject the usual list of things people reject including, as I saw on a profile I was perving long ago, lima beans. Neat! Errr…let’s see now. Don’t write me in S/stutter T/text. Don’t send me a pic of your tattoos or various hardware bits hanging off you; these things are somewhere between indifferent and meh. That is, I don’t really mind them but they aren’t the part of you that interests me. I’m divorced. Three grown sons (If you could know them you’d be hounding me for stud service). Don’t refer to yourself as ‘girl.’ You have my permission to use ‘I.’ Please capitalize it. I’m popkultch challenged. You get extra points for being a classical musician. I’m sadistic only to the extent it scratches my partner’s itch—not something I do strictly for me. Categories? I guess I would think of myself as a switch in the sense that if it’s exciting to give, it would be limiting not to enjoy receiving—keeping sight of the fact that I am the man and you are the woman. I don’t see domination as the sort of hateful, demeaning, punishing trip in which some here like to trade. A little pain or fear or compulsion when desired of course. Savage contests to see who is going to forced to submit today. My problem with a pure sub (slave being out of the question) is that I feel like I would be handling one who, for any of various reasons, was unable or simply disinclined to enter the playing field as an equal, but had to have everything delivered to her (“I like a man who knows what he wants and how to get it.”) Not suitable. Daddy dom? Maybe. I’m the sort to take care of the woman. As I say, I’m willing to examine most kinks. A woman who imagines herself a little girl? Not sure about that, but of course all things are open for discussion. Pretending to be an animal? Probably not. I don’t need a cat or a little horse. I’ve been shopping here for a long time, seldom seeing anyone I wanted to communicate with. Lately that small number has increased to the point that I’m forced to post this profile. What do I seek? Aha! Of course what all dirty old men seek. A young, slender, literate, wise woman. Of course I know perfectly well the limitations of what I have to offer in this market of physical attractiveness. I do know my place. Most likely I’m not old enough to be your father: I’m too old. But if you’ll apologize for not being Kate Winslet I’ll apologize for not being Brad Pitt. About the lottery ticket reference up top: Pundits always sneer at lottery tickets—doubtless you’ve seen the old trope ‘for the mathematically challenged.’ Sure enough if you buy a lottery ticket your chance is smaller than your chance of being run over by a runaway ox cart. But if you don’t buy a lottery ticket what is your chance? I’ve always meant to buy one but haven’t gotten around to it until now.

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6/29/2010 12:34:04 PM
About the alcohol bit in my profile: I'm not a recovered alcoholic; I just don't drink. I've had some alcoholics in my life and it's caused me to have a negative view of the matter. Rotten beer breath is about the least attractive feature I can imagine on anyone I'm close to.

Yeah yeah yeah I know. Fine wine--roaring fire. A few drinks with friends after the concert. I'm not averse to the alcohol consumption of anyone I'm not intimate with. I do know who's crazy here. And to me it's only a dealbreaker with someone I might establish a relationship with. if we're just going to have lunch together or mess around a little bit--no problem.

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 Age: 39
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