what’s your favourite movie?

I hate giving an honest answer here, because it’s going to come off so film-buff cliché, but… it’s Citizen Kane. Since first seeing it in my early twenties, I’ve watched it dozens of times. Gregg Toland and Orson Welles invented the look of modern cinema in 1941, and I’m continually amazed by it.

Close runner-ups are Blue Velvet, Goodfellas, Fargo, There Will Be Blood, and Pulp Fiction, among others. My top 20 are all good enough to be my favorite, really. They all matter to me in some really formative way.

honestly I’m more attracted to your twisted sense of humour and the fact that I believe you actually look like Mr. Blonde than the “i only fuck broken girls” thing

1. I’m good with that. If we factor my penis out of the equation, making a woman laugh is just as satisfying as making a skank cry.

2. In the immortal words of Journey’s Steve Perry: don’t stop believin’.

3. In fairness, it’s not as if I have a rule against screwing emotionally competent women; smart, stable girls have their obvious charms. I simply haven’t known that many; whether due to my background, my vibe, or a statistical anomaly, whole girls have seldom lined up to ride this ride.

Hi.

When I was in third grade —in the ’70s— I tried to convince a pretty, blond girl in my class to do a strip show for the boys. Negotiations broke down over venue availability, but prior to that, I had an in-principle deal netting myself a front row seat and 50% of the gate.

Which means yes, I do think some men are genetically predisposed to be pimps. Does that answer your question?

You could be the most physically repulsive man on earth and I’d probably still beg you to fuck me silly

And even if —especially if— you were the prettiest little sex toy to ever spread two legs, I’d still tell you “no,” just to watch the look on your face.

I’d probably end up fucking you anyway —because erection— but almost as an afterthought. The real pleasure would be in that moment when your expression tells me you’ve finally realized the repulsive, awful man looming over you thinks he’s too good for you.

And you know he’s right.