age: 33 (Jan 19, 1979)
MEMBER SINCE: May 2011
occupation: Lab Technician
sign: Capricorn
crush: Olivia Munn, Felicia Day
fantasy: I don't really fantasize, but the few times I have its a pretty simple, kinda toned down affair where I don't have to do anything or be in control, which being a Dom and a Control freak is a little odd.
into: A little bit of everything, really, but mainly old-school nerdcore (gaming, RPGs, etc,) women, learning about classy stuff like wine tastings and the like but still hanging around a Ren Faire fire watching belly dancing. Photography (art shots, not necessarily porn.)
gets me hot: Redheads, Skirts/Dresses, Collars, Erotic role-playing that lets my partner step into a more confident role and seeing what that does for their self-confidence, brains.
1) My health. I was diagnosed with weight-based sleep apnea. The cure? Quit being a fatass.
2) I do NOT want one of those machines to lull me to sleep for the rest of my life. I don't give a fuck how restful they are I'm only 30 and in otherwise good shape! I'll save the sleep machine for when I'm an old man, man.
3) I'm tired of the rare few times I've had sex recently not being able to see the show. Its a kink of mine, but I like to watch the act of sex. It is what it is.
Here's some more poetry. I call it 'Masks'
His mask is procelin,
ash white to hide blood red.
His mask is Duty,
hard lines to cover a soft heart.
Her mask is Resolve,
to hide that all she wants to do is give up and give in.
So many faces we wear,
so meany masks we put between us,
so many devious deceptions to delve and deconstruct.
Time we put the vaneer down.
His life is Pain,
to be healed and find peace.
His life is the faith of others,
for in saving them he saves themselves.
Her life is the future,
cuz we all have it, even when we reach for our masks to hide from it.
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