Looking for an Owner is challenging. There are creeps, and there are perverts, there are trolls, and just random weirdos who for God knows what reason have decided to add cyberspace as yet another dimension of space and time where they slowly rot and take up space like the couch potato slackers they are. Today I do not wish to speak about any of these types of "Masters". No. Today I wish to speak about the enormously fat, the obese "Masters" who go around chasing any twink or muscle god they can find. Maybe I am crazy (I have in fact, been told this quite a few times), but I do think that the term Master connotes a certain level of control said person may have over his own life. After all, he is a Master, certainly if he commands authority over the lowly slave he must exude some inkling of mastery over his own body. Sadly, it appears that this is not the case for most "Masters" here on collarme. No. Rotund "Masters" who it seems might actually work at Macy's as Santa impersonators abound to no end. They fill the pages of collarme with their pot bellies, and sickly diabetic complexions. Much worse is that on most of their profile biographies, they unequivocally state that boys and girls must be hwp (height/weight proportionate) or else they run the risk of being ignored by the plus size "Master". So not only is artery-clogged Master Santa Claus obese, he also is a double standard using bastard. Bastard!! |