Blossom, riot poof.
Originally from the bumfuck backwoods of southeast Tennessee, born plain white trash and sometimes it shows. My biology does not define me, in whole or in part, and my gender is as fluid as a wet pussy. Queer pig bottom open to most all forms of kink. Being a bottom pervades every cell in my body, every fiber in my being. Very much into pushing my boundaries and transforming my being.
An incendiary redhead with a life-long tendency to inflame. A fierce lover with a filthy mind, a sucker for genuine romance and feeling. Tough like scar tissue--the ache is beneath there somewhere, waiting for you to find it. I'm exploring possibilities, expanding my sense of the possible here.
I am intelligent, intense, passionate, verbal, and find that the best sex is that which is based on connection and deep contact. For me, sex fulfills not only physical but mental and emotional needs that put me in touch with myself in new and unexpected ways. I like to be introduced to myself by someone who will hold me by the scruff of the neck and rub my nose in my mess in order to help me understand what it means. Sex is not simple, and sex is never casual--not the good shit, anyway. Even anonymous, NSA hookups change us, shape us. Wanna change me, show me what I am and can be? Fuck with me.
When it comes to the sex itself, I am a nasty deep-throat bi boy down for bareback-only fucks. Available for quick pump-'n'-dump scenes as well as in-depth play. Gifted tops get preferred service. Anonymous cool. Discretion assured.
So, this is how it is, fellas--sac up or go home.
All-around masculine guys who know how to lay mad-hot pipe and studs who know they are fucking fresh and sexy to death; bi and straight dudes; cocky fuckers who smirk and sneer; cops, coaches, cowboys, and all-American jocks; frat-brahs; first-rate, well-built, silver-daddy, sugar-daddy, gentlemen lovers--the sensual samurai of our sexual society; for-real dads; married/divorced men and men who have been involved in LTRs with women; meat-head Guidos; old-South preppies and redneck good ol' boys; rich, slick white-collar predators; rock-climbing mountain-hikers; So-Cal(ish) surfers; soldiers and marines; stone-cold foxes who know they be hot.
Bad-ass, fine-ass wiggers, white guys who say stuff like "sick," "word," "check it," "homie," "chillaxin'," "awesome," "kick-ass," "wass crackin'," "wass good," "mah dude," and "hella-" anything; guys who say horrible, unforgivably misogynistic things about the chicks they fuck or want to fuck; guys who use the word "faggot" and any variation of the pejorative phrase "that's gay" freely, loudly, and often; Hispanic sex-slang (Gimme dat leche in my culo, papi, right up in dem chocha guts wit dat spicy brown pinga); southern, So-Cal, and south-Boston accents.
Guys who sag their pants, wear neck chains, class rings, big country-ass belt-buckles and stetsons, worn-out and New-Era ball-caps tipped in all directions, basketball shorts, frat shirts, old t-shirts with the sleeves cut off and the sides cut way down, shirts that say shit like "We screw. We nut. We bolt," Abercrombie, Adidas (Sambas and Slides), Hurley, TapOut, Nike (Air Force, Air Max, Air Presto, Air Vengeance, Dunk, Max Air, Shox, Zoom), UnderArmour, flip-flops and board shorts, black athletic socks and no-shows; love to see a guy in dress or formal attire (tailored suits, dress-sock garters, swanky ties and fine-cut shirts with crisp white collars) uniforms (athletic, military, police), Carhartt, boots (all kinds); guys in sunglasses: Oakleys, Ray-Bans, aviators, the kind with the neon arms (Wayfarers?), the kind with colored frames--especially white; guys who drive BMWs, Hummers, Jeeps (Cherokees, Renegades, Rubicons, Safaris, Wranglers), big trucks (Silverados, Rams, Raptors, the entire Ford F-series), sports cars (Camaros, Mustangs, low-riders), SUVs (Tahoes, Escalades, Navigators, Range Rovers), motorcycles (crotch rockets or hogs); Rebel flags.
Anonymous loads; bouncing and jiggling my oiled-up cakes like a 'ho on BET Uncut; corn-fed beef on the hoof; every word ever invented for "vagina"--from pussy to twat to whisker-biscuit; deep rimming; dirty dick; donkey dong, monster wang, giant schlong, big johnson; farts (in my face, my mouth); feminization (wearing thongs, lingerie); filthy nasty slurpy smacky queefy bedspring-squeaking headboard-banging fuck-noise--and guys who can make those sound effects themselves (I really appreciate a good mimic); guys who can dance--I mean really dance: jerkin, C-walk, all those hot fucking moves; guys who are proud of their dicks and like to show off naked to any and all, public and private; guys who spit, grab their dicks, and scratch their balls in public; guys who wanna make me prolapse through heavy hole-play (fingers, fist, objects, toys); guys who use Fleshlights to show off their fuckstyle on XTube, especially pussy Fleshlights, especially gay dudes who use pussy Fleshlights; heavy, low-hanging, silky-smooth nuts and huge balls--anywhere from large eggs to grapefruits; hot tatts (full sleeves!); jizz-loads deep in my guts; massive flaccid swinging peters with obscenely excessive foreskin; my own loose, wet, sloppy hole; nip/tit play (clamps, fingers, lips, teeth, tongue) and unbelievably huge nipples (pumped, nursing, or god-given baloney nipples); pierced lips, septums, stretched ears; piss (in my hole, on my face); pregnancy fantasies, male and female; pumped, bloated meat, including glucose-, saline-, and vacuum-pumped; ripe uncut hood; public (and any kind of) humiliation; spit (in my mouth, on my face); scruff, beards, and five-o'-clock shadow; sweat; swingers and hotwives, bulls and cucks, men who like to share their girls; tanlines--or no tanlines, equally turned on by both, the deeper the tan, the better.
People who get so turned on and into sex its obvious they don't care how they look or sound.
I dig seeing a guy puff a long, fat cigar (the bigger the ring-size the better), a bowl or a blunt. I am turned on by smokers/dippers (I am a non-smoker) and serious drinkers--love to taste it on your tongue. I enjoy very creative, detailed role play. Into seeing and hearing thugged-out guys--pimps, ballers, guys who refer to themselves as such. I am verbal and vocal and I like men who understand the power of words and sounds and accents--the more politically-incorrect the better--and are not afraid to say anything.
Cruelty. Kissing. Pain. Passion. Politics of the fuck-you, incorrect persuasion. Flaming femme queers, especially of the strict-top persuasion. Tenderness. Violence. Making love. Getting seeded.
If you happen to be bi, I love to munch full, furry, mature, experienced pussy: bushy beavers and cave-cunts with no muscle tone left (dropped pelvic floor and a visible, easily accessible cervix), monster-clits and dangling, flappy roast-beef labia lips (yum, creampie--an especial treat) and suck titties (saggy and baggy, preferably, with big, saucer-sized areolas and long, thick, rubbery, Playtex-nurser nipples)--female bodies that have given birth and breastfed, in other words. Squirters, gushers, and women who can't control their fragrant leakage.
I am an experienced admirer of FtMs.
CONDOMS--UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE THEY COMING ANYWHERE NEAR MY PERSON, FOR ANY REASON (because they prevent men from coming *in* my person, which ruins it for me, like playing piano with mittens on). Also, guys who want to wear condoms, and guys who pull out--and guys who can be talked into employing any of the aforementioned "safe sex" methods.
Anyone who expects me to be ready to get fucked on ten-minutes worth of notice--if you want a sweet, clean place to stick your dick, you gotta give me time to get it that way, babe; bad dye-jobs with hideous visible roots; bondage (which is merely weak posturing), being tied up: ropes and cuffs, hoods and harnesses, leather costumes, ridiculous dungeons, all that shit--if you need to restrain me or wear a silly hat to get what you want, I will not be impressed; chicks who smoke (non-negotiable, I hate it); chicks who use vibrators during sex with others--strikes me as the equivalent of a guy using a Fleshlight during sex with others, which, generally speaking, though there are exceptions, would defeat the point; fake tits; gloves for fisting--really? (We are such naughty pigs, yeah! Only let me put on this latex glove to protect us both from the terror of a snagged cuticle); guys who stick the prefix "man-" (mansex, mansmells, manhole, manpussy, etc. ad nauseaum) on anything sex-related to shore up and overcompensate for their insecure masculinity (this includes Paul Morris and co.--seriously, guys, it makes you sound really defensive); guys who wanna watch porn during sex--are you fucking me, pretending to fuck someone else, or just more interested in sex lives other than your own?; most--but not all--very skinny guys; most guys who self-identify as bears (it is a personality thing, not a body-type thing); poppers (they smell like sour laundry marinated in radioactive waste) and tops who need to PnP to have a good time--if you cannot cut it without skeezy chemical assistance, please do not step to me; posers, pretenders, fakes; safe words; stereotypical master/slave bullshit; switch/vers. guys; tacky, poorly done tattoos, women with large/many/noticeable tattoos, especially on their breasts or butts, anyone with tattoos on or near their genitals; timidity, weakness, wimps, passivity of any kind.
The Adjustment Bureau; The Age of Innocence; Amadeus; Angels in America; August: Osage County; Away We Go; Batman Returns; Being Julia; Best in Show; Billy Elliot; Birth; Black Swan; Boys Don't Cry; Brokeback Mountain; Bully (the documentary); Capote; Charlie Wilson's War; A Clockwork Orange; Closer; Contact; The Contender; The Counterfeiters; Dancer in the Dark; The Dark Knight; Dead Man Walking; Death Becomes Her; Deconstructing Harry; Edward II; Election; Elephant; The English Patient; Eyes Wide Shut; Farewell My Concubine; Far from Heaven; Good Will Hunting; Gosford Park; Happiness; Heaven; The Hours; The Hurt Locker; I Love You Phillip Morris; I'm Not There; In the Company of Men; It's Complicated; JFK; The Last Kiss; Little Man Tate; The Living End; L.I.E.; Little Women (the Armstrong version); The Mexican; Monster's Ball; My Cousin Vinny; Notes on a Scandal; Notting Hill; Paragraph 175; The Passion of Joan of Arc; The Piano; Poison; Precious: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire; Pretty Woman; Rat Race; Red Dragon; The Reader; Robin Hood: Men in Tights; Safe; The Silence of the Lambs; Sleepless in Seattle; Soapdish; Solaris (the Soderbergh version); Sophie's Choice; Steel Magnolias; Synecdoche, NY; The Talented Mr. Ripley; Thelma & Louise; Tigerland; Titus; Transamerica; Vanya on 42nd Street; Velvet Goldmine; Vicky Cristina Barcelona; White Christmas; Wilde; many more.
For porn? Anything and everything done by Treasure Island Media; the Frat House Fuckfest series; cuckold porn; porn that focuses on extended cunnilingus; straight gang-bang movies; granny porn and older women/younger men porn in general; anything with a hot, built, young stud fucking a fat, old, and/or ugly chick; interRACIAL porn (hint hint--Ghetto Gaggers, anyone? Whiteboy Gangland Stomp?); stealth breeding/bug-chasing amateur clips (so rare, but so fucking worth it). Anything sexy straight guys post of them fucking chicks/girls/ladies/women with swagger. Any sensual, deeply committed gloryhole suck-off video. Anything involving Yaegerman. The European contingent from MachoFucker (but all of them, really), the SX guys, Chad Adams, Buck Angel, Antonio Biaggi, Lito Cruz, Dawson, Tommy D, Bravo Delta, Dan Fisk, Alan Gregory, Ian Jay, Erich Lange, Brad McGuire, Carlos Morales, Jeff Palmer, Drew Peters, Mukhtar Safarov, Jacob Slader, Jarod Steel (a.k.a. Carter Longway), Jeff Stryker, and Josh Weston. I'd be more into Rafael Alencar, Ben Andrews, Girth Brooks, Caesar, Tom Chase, Jarod Clark, Bryce Colby, Andrew Cole, R.J. Danvers, Kevin Dean, Eryk Elliott, Lane Fuller, Blake Harper, Chad Hunt, Jeremy Jordan, Blu Kennedy, Barrett Long, Harry Louis, Michael Lucas, Kyle McKenna, Brad Patton, Dominic Russio, Virgil Sainclair, and Cole Tucker if they ditched (or had ditched) the condoms. Pretty much any guy from Corbin Fisher (Connor and Jeff chief among them), Active Duty, Military Classified, and Sean Cody.
With straight fuckers, its all about the guys that run Ghetto Gaggers and Meat Holes; also, Jordan Ash, Jeremy Austin, Bill Bailey, Mick Blue, Dino Bravo, Mikey Butders, Johnny Castle (also known as John Espizedo), James Deen (!), Erik Everhard, Manuel Ferrara, Rod Fontana, Billy Glide, Matt Hughes (also known as Danny D), Jack Lawrence, Keiran Lee, Enzo Lorenzo, Pat Myne, Preston Parker, Julián Ríos, Ryan Ryder, Rocco Siffredi, Johnny Sins, Cody Sky, Criss Strokes, Talon, Michael Vegas, Jack Venice, Nacho Vidal, Whitezilla, Mark Wood, Justice Young, and (for hotness alone) Christian XXX (a.k.a. Maxx Diesel). I prefer amateur porn by far, though.
Reading; writing; twentieth/twenty-first century literatures; literary modernism; queer theory; the intersection of sex and death, art and life, and aesthetics and ethics in queer cultural poiesis; music; movies; theater; dancing; spending time on my knees at the dirty movie store (for Buffalonians, Great American); hunting for the lover and fucker of my dreams--or just a load for right now--on Craigslist.
Thinking about: Tori Amos; Toni Morrison; opera; the art of Francis Bacon, Gustave Courbet, Lucian Freud, David Hockney, Marc Jacobs, Alexander McQueen, Zac Posen, Mark Rothko, Egon Schiele, Christian V. Siriano, and Viktor & Rolf; my family, especially my nieces and nephew, whom I adore so madly sometimes I can't breathe with the fullness of it; education; my past; my present; the taboo; beauty/ugliness; masculinity/femininity; pain/pleasure; the uses of shame; the context and consequences and connotations of barebacking; and (because I'm not a liar) sex.
Tori Amos; Sammy Adams; Adele; Thomas Ades; Jason Aldean; Hoodie Allen; Marian Anderson; Antony & the Johnsons; Fiona Apple; Apollon Musagete Quartet; Avicii; Samuel Barber; Sara Bareilles; Bela Bartok; Dierks Bentley; Leonard Bernstein (more as a conductor than as a composer); Bjork; James Blake; Bon Iver; Jay Brannan; Lee Brice; Benjamin Britten; Garth Brooks; Anton Bruckner; Luke Bryan; Maria Callas; Eva Cassidy; Kelly Clarkson; Easton Corbin; Sheryl Crow; Howie Day; Claude Debussy; Jeremy Denk; Alexandre Desplat; Dixie Chicks; Matt Duke; Eminem; Fleetwood Mac; Renee Fleming; Florence + the Machine; Florida Georgia Line; David Garrett; Carlo Gesualdo; Brantley Gilbert; Philip Glass; Grace Potter & the Nocturnals; Patty Griffin; Guster; Calvin Harris; Imogen Heap; Iron & Wine; Phillipe Jaroussky; Jonsi; Kings of Convenience; Alison Krauss; Kronos Quartet; Lady Antebellum; Lady GaGa ('cause I'm a freak bitch, baby); Ray LaMontagne; Linkin Park; Dustin Lynch; Machine Gun Kelly; Huey Mack; Macklemore & Ryan Lewis; Clint Mansell; Maroon 5; Bruno Mars; Audra McDonald; Natalie Merchant; Olivier Messiaen; Mac Miller; Joni Mitchell; Anna Moffo; Justin Moore; Kip Moore; Jason Mraz; Nico Muhly; Olly Murs; Matt Nathanson; Nickel Creek; Jerrod Niemann; Jessye Norman; Mikey Noyse; Michael Nyman; Jake Owen; Arvo Part; Dolly Parton; Passenger; Rachel Portman; Asher Roth; Camille Saint-Saens; Esa-Pekka Salonen; Erik Satie; Franz Schubert; Scissor Sisters; Alexander Scriabin; Sigur Ros; Stephen Sondheim; Regina Spektor; Sufjan Stevens; Richard Strauss; Mike Stud; Sugarland; Cole Swindell; Robin Thicke; Justin Timberlake; Josh Turner; Rufus Wainwright; Patrick Wolf; Gabriel Yared; Chris Young; many more.
A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman; The Collected Plays, Vols. 1, 2, and 3 by Edward Albee; Collected Poems, 1956-1987 by John Ashbery; The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood; Collected Poems by W.H. Auden; Incidents by Roland Barthes; Ready to Catch Him Should He Fall by Neil Bartlett; Les Fleurs du mal by Charles Baudelaire; The Complete Dramatic Works of Samuel Beckett; The Unsettling of America: Culture & Agriculture by Wendell Berry; Homos by Leo Bersani; Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty by Andrew Bolton; Edgework: Critical Essays in Knowledge and Politics by Wendy Brown; States of Injury: Power and Freedom in Late Modernity by Wendy Brown; Bodies That Matter: On the Discursive Limits of "Sex" by Judith Butler; Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity by Judith Butler; The Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse by Anne Carson; Plainwater: Essays and Poetry by Anne Carson; Winkie by Clifford Chase; Bullet Park by John Cheever; Burden of Ashes by Justin Chin; Incendiary by Chris Cleave; The Dream Police: Selected Poems, 1969-1993 by Dennis Cooper; The Sluts by Dennis Cooper; A Home at the End of the World by Michael Cunningham; Specimen Days by Michael Cunningham; The Witches by Roald Dahl; Unlimited Intimacy: Reflections on the Subculture of Barebacking by Tim Dean; Times Square Red, Times Square Blue by Samuel Delany; The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson; All-American Poem by Matthew Dickman; Breakfast with Scot by Michael Downing; No Future: Queer Theory and the Death Drive by Lee Edelman; As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner; Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer; Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer; Maurice by E.M. Forster; Ethics: Subjectivity and Truth by Michel Foucault (edited by Paul Rabinow); The History of Sexuality, Vol. I: The Will to Knowledge by Michel Foucault; The French Lieutenant's Woman by John Fowles; Francis Bacon edited by Matthew Gale and Chris Stephens; The Lion in Winter by James Goldman; Will the Real Gertrude Hollingsworth Please Stand Up? by Sheila Greenwald; Comfort & Joy by Jim Grimsley; Winter Birds by Jim Grimsley; Ordinary People by Judith Guest; White People by Allan Gurganus; Boss Cupid by Thom Gunn; The Queer Art of Failure by Judith Halberstam; Split Decisions: How and Why to Take a Break from Feminism by Janet Halley; You Are Not a Stranger Here by Adam Haslett; The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne; A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway; The Line of Beauty by Alan Hollinghurst; Cowboys Are My Weakness: Stories by Pam Houston; The Misfits by James Howe; What the Living Do by Marie Howe; Bound and Gagged: Pornography and the Politics of Fantasy in America by Laura Kipnis; Sam the Cat and Other Stories by Matthew Klam; Hotel Theory by Wayne Koestenbaum; The Queen's Throat: Opera, Homosexuality, and the Mystery of Desire by Wayne Koestenbaum; The Page Turner by David Leavitt; While England Sleeps by David Leavitt; The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things by JT LeRoy; the Anastasia stories by Lois Lowry; The Giver by Lois Lowry; Death in Venice by Thomas Mann; The Folded Leaf by William Maxwell; The Collected Poems by James Merrill; Collected Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay; Collected Plays, Vols. 1 and 2 by Arthur Miller; Iron Wheel by Greg Miller; Everybody Loves You by Ethan Mordden; Beloved by Toni Morrison; Paradise by Toni Morrison; Rebels and Martyrs: The Image of the Artist in the 19th Century by Lois Oliver, Alexander Sturgis, and Michael Wilson; Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson; Jacob Have I Loved by Katherine Paterson; The Collected Poems by Sylvia Plath; Music Through the Floor: Stories by Eric Puchner; Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit by Daniel Quinn; Fire from Heaven by Mary Renault; The Mask of Apollo by Mary Renault; Cry to Heaven by Anne Rice; The Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice; Complete Works by Arthur Rimbaud; The Morning After: Sex, Fear, and Feminism by Katie Roiphe; Listen to This by Alex Ross; The Rest Is Noise: Listening to the 20th Century by Alex Ross; the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling; Deviations by Gayle Rubin; The Coming Storm by Paul Russell; Naked by David Sedaris; When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris; Epistemology of the Closet by Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick; Tendencies by Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick; In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak; Equus by Peter Shaffer; Coriolanus by William Shakespeare; Henry IV, Part One by William Shakespeare; Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw; Crush by Richard Siken; Allan Stein by Matthew Stadler; Writings, Vols. 1 and 2 by Gertrude Stein; Collected Poetry and Prose by Wallace Stevens; The Invention of Love by Tom Stoppard; Pleasure by Brian Teare; The Accidental Tourist by Anne Tyler; A Solitary Blue by Cynthia Voigt; The Color Purple by Alice Walker; Fear of a Queer Planet: Queer Politics and Social Theory edited by Michael Warner; The Trouble with Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life by Michael Warner; What I Did Wrong by John Weir; The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde; The Skin of Our Teeth by Thornton Wilder; Hard Core: Power, Pleasure, and the "Frenzy of the Visible" by Linda Williams; The Collected Plays, Vols. 1 and 2 by Tennessee Williams; The Farce of Sodom, or the Quintessence of Debauchery by John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester; Jacob's Room by Virginia Woolf; The Collected Poems by W.B. Yeats; many more.
Current grad school student
Time spent online?
Several hours a day
Campy (Cheesy), Clever, Obscure, Dry/Sarcastic
I'm a non-smoker
I rarely drink
About my Partner
I am sexually attracted to men, women (almost exclusively curvy, un-groomed, much older women, experienced moms), in between and other, though I have only ever felt emotionally drawn to those who identify primarily as men (FYI, this includes the androgynous, intersex, and transmen at any stage of transition, including pre-T, so feel free to holla at me guys; I guarantee your body and identifications will be respected, and you can trust me not to ask stupid, invasive questions or be rude). Drawn to honesty, strength, the self-assured.
I am looking for someone who can operate on (or above) my level, who can cut through my shit, whose gender presentation is pointedly masculine or very ferociously, take-no-prisoners feminine. (I'm attracted to both extremes of traditional masculinity and unashamed, assertive femme guys, though, admittedly, the combination of faggy aggression I find appealing seems rare in actual life even if it is a frequent fantasy of mine, if for no other reason than even the most aggressively feminine are almost never the strict top I require for a long-term relationship). In any case, masculine, feminine, or some combination thereof, I tend to prefer those whose personality stands in stark contrast to mine. I am more attracted to my opposite than my like. I prefer aggressive to weak, one who takes charge and can take control. I want a forceful romantic, and no, that is not a paradox; it means I will feel loved if you keep a close eye on me and I won't mind you wanting to know where I am and who I'm with at all times, among other manly prerogatives.
I seek one whose instinct is to push back, not step back--to step up, not back down. If you consider yourself easygoing, goofy, harmless, silly, shy, a softy, or any synonym thereof, it ain't happening; I am looking for a dude or bitch who is bad-ass and knows it. If I can best you, I cannot respect you; it is as simple as that. If you don't got game, you don't got me. Doesn't mean he has to throw his weight around, just that hes got the balls to throw down if he needs to. Basically, I don't want no paper-gangsta--quiet swagger is fine, but not entirely silent. I need swagger with at least a little bump in the bass--and an occasional thump in the face, mayhaps.
Someone who is direct, confident, and not hung up on the narrow strictures of the "gay community" (or passive to any other restrictions, for that matter). Who is neither involved in performing musical theater nor selling clothes. Who neither professes nor practices any religious belief, supernatural faith, or "new-age" spirituality. Who is constitutionally opposed, even psychologically allergic, to dogma and orthodoxy. Who does not go about referring to himself as a dork, geek, or nerd as if it is a personal triumph. Who is not in possession of any rainbow paraphernalia, and none of whose belongings are adorned with an HRC logo. Who has no interest in attending a "pride" festival.
A strictly non-versatile top (if you're a bottom, the most we can hope for together is a short-lived, sweet and sexy playtime cuddle, penetration optional--versatility is a deal-breaker for me, as I find it a turn-off), or a very open transman/transguy, or a bold woman, proficient with a strap-on. (My sexuality is much more fluid and open to revision and alternatives with transguys and women, for whatever reasons; I'm much less flexible, in terms of position and power dynamics, with biological men. But I do enjoy playing with individuals of all of these gender identifications.)
Someone who is certain of himself, curious about or even fascinated by the pain of others. One who doesn't think taking himself or others seriously is a nuisance or a sign of maturity to which he does not rise. Who is quite capable of articulating his desires and intentions--and following through. Who knows he is intelligent and is aware of the world around him, with little patience for fluff or flakes. Who is aroused by the understated feminine, and who doesn't think insisting on your masculinity means you have to insist on everyone else's, too; a man who isn't so insecure he needs to be surrounded by masculine guys only to reassure his own. You're comfortable being the hardest sonofabitch or baddest bitch in the room; who doesn't need masculine typology in others to shore him up. A gentleman or a very well-mannered, suave dandy who gets what he wants, a stand-up guy with a taste for occasional brutality running under his undeniable charm. A good man who is capable of being bad. Someone who is rock-solid confident, intense, and not scared of a motherfucking thing.
A man who is extremely assertive, confident, deep-voiced, mature (in terms of mindset, not necessarily age), strong--emotionally and physically--and perceptive. A man with a talent and a tendency for fucking minds as well as holes. A man who refuse to wear condoms, whose masculinity is genuine, tangibly powerful, and politically incorrect. A man who knows masculinity is a sign of superiority and deserves serious respect. A man who won't stop fucking women. A man who will let me be his clean-up boy when he is done in her puss.
I like a man to have interest in and knowledge of sports, as well as experience playing a sport, even if only casually. A man who can work on his own car. A man who has hit someone. A man who likes to tease, playfully. I prefer a beefy, solid body type--a layer of meat over real muscle--and a light-to-moderate smoker (420, Marlboro Reds or Greens) and/or dipper. A man who knows and can hold his liquor. A man who says "faggot" easily and does not care who hears.
Male, Female, Bi-Couple, Gay-Couple, TS/TG/TV
Age of partner from
Age of partner to
Erotic Chat/Email/Phone Fantasies, 1-on-1 sex, Discreet Relationship, Cross-Dressing, Exhibitionism & Voyeurism, Sadism & Masochism, Miscellaneous Fetishes, Other "Alternative" Activities
Whole package matters more
Partners genitals should be
Hairy, Average, Trimmed to be neat
Does size matter?
What he does with it is what matters
I want my partner to smoke lightly
I want my partner to drink lightly
5 ft 9 in
Shaved or waxed to be neat
Arms, Bikini line, Buns, Treasure trail, Pits, Legs
Glasses or Contacts
Entertainment, Sports and Hobbies
Arts/Museums, Board games, Books/Reading, Coffee and conversation, Cooking, Fashion, Movies (watching), Music/Concerts, Nightclubs/Dancing, Playing cards, Television (watching), Watching sports
Dancing, Live music/Music, Movies/Film, Symphony/Opera, T.V./Videos/DVDs, Theater/Arts
Arts & Entertainment, Documentary/Learning, Dramas, News, Sports, Stand Up Comedy
Classics, Comedy, Documentary, Drama, Film-Noir, Independent, Musicals, Porn, Romance, Thrillers
Alternative Rock, Broadway & Vocalists, Classical, Country, Folk, Hip-Hop, Indie, Opera, Pop/Top 40, Rap, Soundtracks
Fiction, History, Non Fiction, Thrillers
Work & Living Environment
Less Than $25,000
American, Italian, Mexican, Pizza, Vegetarian
Favorite sexual fantasy
Would involve an athlete (Dustin Johnson, Big Ben, Tebow, Brian Wilson or similar), a celebrity (maybe Luke Bryan, John Cena, Matt Damon, Eminem, Ryan Gosling, Jon Hamm, Armie Hammer, Tom Hardy, Scott Herman, Ryan Lochte, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Ryan Phillippe, Andy Samberg, Alexander Skarsgard, Channing Tatum), or some other public figure like Tucker Max or Jesse Palmer or Erik Prince--or any sexy guy who fits the bill.
He would approach me in a bar, a drink in his hand, chunky silver watch on his wrist, LiveStrong bracelet (or something like it) on the other. Wearing slacks and a polo, big belt buckle. I am alone, lonely, standing against a wall in a shadowy corner. I already would have spotted him across the room, standing on the open-doored patio puffing a magnum cigar, relaxed and laughing with buddies. They had been making rude gestures to add to whatever story they were telling: flipping the bird, splitting an index-middle finger V over their mouths to mime pussy-licking. Grabbing his dick and bumping chests with another dude to signal aggression against whatever loser is the victim in the story. They are simultaneously dominating and low-key.
After a while he would leave his buds and walk over to me casually across the crowded bar, speak to me real low, close to my ear, his deep voice rumbling through my body. I can see the gold band on his finger. Smell the smoke and liquor on his breath. Feel the heat of his massive, beefy body leaning down over me, his basket thrust towards me. His big feet encased in shiny wingtips. He tells me he notices I have been staring. Smirks a little. Wants to know if there's a problem? I say no, there isn't. Stifle the urge to call him "sir." He says, "You sure?" his free hand running down to casually, quickly re-adjust his junk. Looks me in the eye, not smiling. "You sure there isn't a problem that needs workin' out?" I blush. Look him in the eye. "Now that I think of it maybe you could help me straighten things out." He grins. Licks his lower lip. "Is that so?" He raises his free arm up and leans against the wall, closing me behind the wall of his body. Steps closer. Looks over his shoulder and back down to me. "Ya see, me and my buddies are in town to play in a charity golf tournament. Imma bout ready to bounce outta here for the night, but I got a big lonely hotel room across town and I'm not sure I'm ready to call it a night completely. Was thinkin' maybe you could join me."
The rim of his glass is pressed against my chest, he is rubbing it under my erect nipple through my light sweater. We can both see the fat nub of my titty-nip responding to the attention. He exchanges the glass for the tip of his finger. "So I'm gonna go peace-out to my homies, and I want you to meet me over at that back exit. Ya see it? Tell me you see it." My head is bowed, on fire. I look up into his eyes. "Yes. I see it." He looks over his shoulder again. Back down to me, even closer. I feel his lips brush against my ear. "Tell me you wanna go with me and be mine for the night." I take a shallow, ragged breath. Tremble. "Tell me." I turn my head toward him, raise my mouth toward his ear, his stubble against my smooth cheek. "Yes. Yes. I wanna go with you. Take me." He steps back and nods slightly. Walks back over to his friends.
I wait for him to reach them and then walk over to the back exit. I am shaking, light-headed, heart-pounding. He finds me, smiling slightly as he walks. He opens the door, gestures for me to walk outside into the parking lot. He places his hand on the small of my back. He is half a foot taller than me. He guides me to his vehicle, his big fucking lifted truck or pimped-out ride running a Hemi, rims spinnin', black leather interior. He takes me to the passenger side, presses me against it, his hands on my waist, lifting me slightly, his mouth hot and wet against my ear. I hear his breath. I slide my hands up to his chest. They look so small. "Tell me you're a faggot." There is no anger in his voice. Something more like need. I nod, almost imperceptibly. "I'm a faggot." He presses me harder, lifts me higher. "Tell me you wanna be my faggot." I do. "I wanna be your faggot." He kisses my ear. Trying to steady his breathing. "I want you to be my girl." I gasp. I grab the fabric of his shirt with my hands. Lean my face into his neck, my lips against his neck. "Make me your girl. Your faggot. Let me be yours."
He lets me down gently. Opens the door, helps me step up inside. He closes the door, walks to the drivers side. He steps in. Pauses. Slides a pack of Reds out of his pocket. Lights up and rolls his window down. He starts the car, hand on the wheel. Turns to me. "Do you know who I am?"
I do. And he takes me away.
I've already tried everything and will do it again!
Age Play, Butt Play, Breast/Nipple Clamps, Crossdressing, Dominance/Discipline, Fisting, Gangbangs, Glory Holes, Giving Oral Sex, Humiliation, Massage, Naturism/Nudism, Phone Sex, Piss Play, Public sex, Receiving Anal Sex, Role Playing, Sadomasochism, Strap-Ons, Threesomes, Toys
Afternoon, Mornings, Weekends, Evenings, Weekdays
Sex, How often?
3-5 times a week
Practice Safe Sex
Most Erogenous zones?
Breasts, Butt, Ears, Lips, Neck, Nipples
Boss/Employee, Celebrity/Fan, Priest/Confessionalist, Stranger/stranger
A dark back alley, A swimming pool/hot tub, My desk at work, The beach
Dirty talk during sex?
Is a must during sex!
Making home videos/pics
I'd consider doing
Bars or pubs, Night clubs, Adult theatres
Anal/Climax beads, Ben Wa balls, Butt plugs/probes, Dildos/Vibrators, Penis extensions, Strap-ons, Vaginas
Food for play
Food is for eating!
Not into bondage
Porn Movies, Which?
Amateur, Anal, BBW, Bisexual, Busty women, Interracial, Fetish, Gay, Hard, Mature, Rimming
Porn Movies, With?
Porn Movies, How often?
All the time!
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