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As someone who doesn’t post (many) pictures of yourself, do you worry about how people will react…

…when they see your face or meet you for the first time? I feel like thats a huge reason I haven’t made connections on here.

There’s always a bit of anxiety, I suppose, but it was 1993 the first time I got together with someone I met online… no one has melted or turned to salt at the sight of me yet.… Read the rest “As someone who doesn’t post (many) pictures of yourself, do you worry about how people will react…”

I see too many doms on here talking about how they want to break a sub and it irks me bc i dont want to be broken. Isnt a d/s relation a relationship? We should build together well thats what i think…

First, being whole is cool. Being whole and loving it is cooler. Good for you.

And I’ll grant you, we probably beat that particular drum a bit more than strictly necessary, but, y’know… men.

With that said, not everyone who’s into broken things is into breaking things, there’s a continuum of meanings for “break” in this context, and as for building together… sometimes a girl plans the dream home she’ll construct with the man she loves, and sometimes she dreams of a man she admires who will put her to work remodeling the dump her parents bequeathed her.

You’re so good with words I can forget you enjoy physical pain as well.. fuck You remind me of so many men from my life, morphed into one big scary dude. You’re perfect. I can pretend that if you were a little younger you could be my father’s age.. or it’s better the way it is now idk I’m confused. I keep dreaming about you hurting me making me do awful things. Thank you for existing and writing and.. fuck I’m in love

A smack to the face may be oh so delightful, but verbal violence is this guy’s best friend.

And for the record, I’m your dad’s older brother. No one told you about me because it was better that way, given how people talk, and how impressionable girls can be.… Read the rest “You’re so good with words I can forget you enjoy physical pain as well.. fuck You remind me of so many men from my life, morphed into one big scary dude. You’re perfect. I can pretend that if you were a little younger you could be my father’s age.. or it’s better the way it is now idk I’m confused. I keep dreaming about you hurting me making me do awful things. Thank you for existing and writing and.. fuck I’m in love”

I’m intrigued by your blog in many ways, of course, but something I’ve always wondered is what you’re like outside this? Are you cold & intimidating? Are you really a ‘cranky old man’? Or are you actually really sweet to your family & friends, maybe you have a dog & a nice house & nobody would suspect what your secret thoughts are like? Or maybe, they aren’t secret at all & your sadism can be smelled a mile away by people with noses like mine. I think that’s the option that intrigues me most..

  • “Are you cold & intimidating?” Nope & depends on the context.
  • “Are you really a cranky old man?” Or a pompous moldering asshole. Take your pick.
  • “Or are you actually…” I’m polite to people and try to treat them the way I’d like to be treated.
… Read the rest “I’m intrigued by your blog in many ways, of course, but something I’ve always wondered is what you’re like outside this? Are you cold & intimidating? Are you really a ‘cranky old man’? Or are you actually really sweet to your family & friends, maybe you have a dog & a nice house & nobody would suspect what your secret thoughts are like? Or maybe, they aren’t secret at all & your sadism can be smelled a mile away by people with noses like mine. I think that’s the option that intrigues me most..”

I love your content & identify with most of your writing. But there is one story where I felt so incredibly *seen*, I cried harder than on my wedding night. Brent & Amanda. I know you said you were hesitant to write it, feeling you were unqualified. Many readers didn’t understand & that confirmed your feelings. But I knew. I saw myself, in all my contradictions, the space between now and then, the struggle to untangle my identity. And the sickness that pervades my self, tangled up in it all.

At this point, most of the writing on this blog is just me paraphrasing (or cut-n-pasting) actual conversations I’m having with one girl or another. That stuff comes easily with the right kind of cunt, and I can literally do it all day long.… Read the rest “I love your content & identify with most of your writing. But there is one story where I felt so incredibly *seen*, I cried harder than on my wedding night. Brent & Amanda. I know you said you were hesitant to write it, feeling you were unqualified. Many readers didn’t understand & that confirmed your feelings. But I knew. I saw myself, in all my contradictions, the space between now and then, the struggle to untangle my identity. And the sickness that pervades my self, tangled up in it all.”