Good god damn, I haven't updated this in forever! Well, guys and gals, come with me to a magical place! Myyyyyyyyy fucked up head! YAYYYY!
My life in six words: "Klaatu, Veraata...what was that word?!"
ATTENTION: Sydney of University, you do NOT have my permission to be Australian. You dirty kangaroos, start speaking English, you live there, dammit!
MORE ATTENTION: As protocol and honorific type stuff, I demand that all address me as 'Capitan' directly, or 'El Capitan' if I am being talked about indirectly. If you wish, you may even address me as 'The Rock, the Hard Place, the protector of Italian Virginity, ELLLLL CAPITAN, ELLLLLL MONSTRO DE MAGNIFICOOOO! Y'know, if you want.
Wondering my place in a pack or group or society or such? Silly Nilly. Before anything else, a metaphor:
In the lunch line of life, there are your Alphas, your Betas your Omegas, and what have you inbetween. Well, I'm the one eating my Lunchables by the handball Court.
Need more? Read what I wrote long before this apt metaphor:
To describe me, I'll go with a quote used to describe me. "Very proper in a dirty way."
Now...how to describe what I'm looking for? I'll try best I can, kiddos, stay tuned:
Hey I respect your right to say no but if you get with me know that I seriously want to bully the hell out of you. I promise not to cut your limbs off but behind that...anything is possible! This sound horrifying? Then, dear friend, it isn't too late to go find some laugh out loud cats or find baby birds or whatever you'd rather be doing right now. Seriously, go. Shoo. Flee!
Are you still here? Wowee, you're a sick fucking pup. I like you. Anyway, I should let you know, I have absolutely zero experience as a dom or Master or whatever else, and for me, a lot of this is mainly sexual. I see this as a lifestyle built around fucking. Others don't, and jack, that's fine. I accept the paradox. Do you?
Oh yeah, if you've had a history of stabbing men's genitals or something, don't contact me. That's shit I don't need. And understand, if we get together and I find out later that you plan to assassinate me for any reason, any limits you set up are null and void. You break my hard limit of wanting to live, I don't respect your fear of anal/slapping/bunny-ears-while-standing-upside-down/whatever. I think that's more then fair.
If you like all this, fucking contact me already. Take some initiative in your life! But only if you're a chick, who doesn't have a penis, and never ever fucking had one. I'm serious on this.
One last thing: Please top from the bottom a little. Not enough to drive me fucking crazy, but understand I ain't Thor, God of Thunder and Subtle Cues during Playtime. Ya gotta let me know, darling.
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