Thursday, March 26, 2009

Don't ask me.

The majority of comments here go unpublished. I did not start this blog to collect other peoples opinions. This is about me, more specifically - it's about my sex life. It's not about your sex life, that interests me very little.

If you think D/s relationships are "dysfunctional" then you must not be functioning very well in your own relationships, because you are spending your time reading about D/s. If you don't like what you are reading, you always have the option of simply closing the window. Just don't expect me to air your disapproval.

I get allot of what are probably genuine questions about the NYC "fetish scene". These generally go unanswered and unpublished. I am not your guide to NYC's sexy underbelly. Before you ask me a general question try typing "NYC foot fetish" or "cuckold" into google. You'll find that I am far from alone in my interests. If you are truly interested in getting your fetish query answered by me, you'll call me.

As for my personal relationships, if you don't have anything nice to say - don't say anything. I'm sure it's frustrating being a guy who is stuck on a particular fetish, knowing that you will never, ever be with a girl like me because you cannot embrace the full spectrum of D/s. I might feel like cuckolding one day, and bondage the next. I might just want to go shopping. For someone stuck on a particular act, I can see how this is confusing. Take it as an opportunity to learn. Maybe you'll be good enough for me one day, probably not, but chasing rainbows is better than being a stick in the mud.

3 comments:

  1. One should never expect someone to guide them to a sexy underbelly...

    If you cannot find or conjure up your own sexy underbelly, in NYC or anywhere, you're not trying hard enough :)

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  2. I'll show you mine if you show me yours...

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  3. The exposed underbelly is something I always look at with fascination. It's an invitation I NEVER turn down :)

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