I have a feeling you're not really reading this to begin with. Much like you simply look at a picture for less than 1.5 seconds before you continue. That doesn't bother me, its who we are. A glance, simple but effective critique based on our tastes. Or perhaps the constant struggle between trying not to be shallow but chalking it up to just having standards. It really doesn't matter. You're here for a reason.

If that reason is to spam, I'll delete you without you even knowing as soon as I find out.

This isn't facebook. If it were you'd be looking through friends of friends. Seeing who's hot in your eyes. What they do. Trying to see their pictures. Basically..stalking without someone knowing. This is what technology has brought us to. Being voyeurs without fear of being caught. No prying eyes to see our secrets. At the end of the day there doesn't have to be. Why? Because we know it of ourselves. The ever present yearning to feel vindicated for previous actions or mistakes, or perhaps. Just perhaps forgiveness. The final chapter will always be the same. You can't change what has happened. You need to move forward and stop looking at the past for answers. Stop regretting and live.

This is what a site like this is for. Moving on. Looking for someone. If you've made it this far, don't stop now. Keep looking.


Anything else, ask.

I've also just launched Deviantside.com . Its for those in the fetish headspace

Not really looking, just motoring along, staring at code for this, that and the other.

VOID

so many things that this question is redundant.

mildly neurotic but quite dashing

"Purdy"... and once called "beautiful" by a stripper. Oh and for some reason many people seem to think I'm black. Rest assured, these legs could make an albino look brown.

Obey every desire and command. Within reason. I'm not going to bleed for you or anything.

Allow me to love them in all my crazy ways