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NOTE - I'm letting my Gold membership not renew on Jan 23rd. After five months of trying this site, the results have been amazingly bad. Lots and lots of emails, but unfortunately, all from men posing as women from fake accounts. After a while of this, one just needs to take a break. I will still be checking things now and then, but as a standard (non-paying) member, I will not be able to send out emails. Thanks you.
Again....this site doesn't let me see emails.
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People (women) say guys don't share enough about their lives on these profiles. So where do I begin? Ok, how about I be a bit different and go way back to the beginning. You asked for it . . .
I was born on a penal colony on the pacific coast. My father was a tirelessly working expatriate who repaired rickshaws. My mother was a teenage Argentinian pole dancer named 'Wanda' who often worked overtime selling trinkets to the indigenous peoples on the mainland. My childhood was typical. Surfing. Cliff diving. Numbers running. Selling psilocybe Mexicana for milk money at school. Summer trips north to the states to work the fields with the " la fruta del diablo". At the age of sixteen, I went abroad to study at university, only to fall in love with a female Muay Thai fighter who dabbled in jiu jitsu. Picture Mrs Robinson, only with vicious leg kicks and a mean arm triangle. She would go on to teach the fine arts of hand wraps, jiu jitsu, and kink.
To far back? Adulthood followed. I did a right hand turn at the intersection of Life & Hope, one day accidently finding someone amazingly beautiful (inside & out) on an obscure adult site that focused far to heavily on anal sex and threesomes. We fell in love. We grew as a couple. There were good days that by anyone's judgment were handled in a clever manner. We navigated through difficult kinks that by most people's accounts, were not easily dealt with. No one would say what we did was particularly new, except for maybe in the geological sense. Things were tried. Experiments were done. We lived life to the fullest. . .
. . .until life took a few wrong turns. After over a decade together, the above relationship ended tragically with an industrial accident size poly misadventure occurring. Her doing, not mine. I was left alone, suddenly thrust into the wilds of the online world, while living in a section eight bungalow in the mean streets of Asheville NC. The bad side of town. Where the hippies were to poor to wear real Patchouli. Having to work at Starbucks, where hipsters in skinny jeans called me a 'corporate sell out' . Life was that tough and cruel.
But just like Leonardo DiCaprio in the Remnent, I crawled out from the dirt, licking clean the wounds of my grizzly past experiences. I traveled north by chance, to the great plains of Western Pennsylvania. Opportunity beget opportunity. A business grew. Fortune followed. My expansive 3/4 acre estate rose gloriously on the city streets of Pittsburgh. Unlike Leonardo, I returned to civilization smiling, not brooding. A new day dawned.
All that left was finding that special one person.
How would I describe my current condition?
Feel free to ask for a picture. You won't find a ridiculous half naked selfie on my profile. Shame on you if that's what you seek. Words attract, have meaning, nudes don't. I also feel feel that 'who I am' is NOT best caught by a picture of my penis making a soda can look small. I'm also not drinking soda these day. Generally speaking, despite years picking strawberries, I still retain a somewhat tall 6'2" stature. A beard, a bit of grey in it, and a fit 210lbs built upon a frame that has aged remarkable well. Training religiously five to six days a week will do that.
Meticulous? Yes. Methodical, sometimes. Nothing extreme. My goals & life code are simple. Stay active. Stay fit. Food is meant to be eaten, not restricted. Go DO things. Live life now, not tomorrow. Enjoy the outdoors (it's shown to improve mental health) and the indoors during the winter.
In regards to kink? There's very little I haven't seen or tried, but a few things I have no interest in doing again. Having lived through what felt like three Limp Bizkit tour trips, I have no desire for what most men seek - the vast array of multiple women poly relationships. Having been burned a partner's quest for poly, I can honestly say I seek just one woman. No more. Harems are overrated and 'Big Love' has clearly shown us that lifestyle is not functional. If Bill Henrickson can't make it work with Chloë Sevigny, what hope do I?
To wrap this profile journey up, I want that One Woman to share my life with, my riches with, and to grow old with. Someone who in the years to come, when my numerous injuries are to much to overcome, she can be by my side to care for me. Or at least pull the plug graciously. Share egg nog during the Holidays while cuddling under the artificial tree, while make excuses to avoid the in-laws. Silly normal mundane traditional things, that most kinksters seem reluctant to discuss.
Of course, one must walk before they run. Something meaningful just doesn't happen overnight. So for now, I am open to getting to know someone, playing, trying some fun things. Please note I tend to avoid labels like Super Dom and/or Super Slave, while crowing on about rigging. You have good chemistry, you care for the other person, like them, maybe learn to love, the kink aura will flow easily. The skills with the toys don't make the experience, it's the connection with the other person. While I once studied rocket science years ago, this isn't it.
Peace, להתראות and As-salamu alaykum.
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My Ideal Person:
Someone who can read through all I wrote above, and 'see' exactly who I am.
Someone who is open to being taken care of, and bringing out the best of me. Allowing me to bring the best out of her. In whatever roles we venture forth to try this under.
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