There is no photograph of my face on here and there is not going to be
- Looking for
- a dominant who can build trust across a table rather than in an album
- Experience
- Eleven years, two long dynamics, both entirely private.
- Around
- out towards Lanarkshire, Glasgow
No face, no workplace, nothing that identifies me, and that is permanent rather than a stage I will move past once we like each other. Three people have called me a fake account for it. One said it in a first message, which saved us both a fortnight.
Forty two, out towards Lanarkshire, submissive, eleven years in, two long dynamics that nobody outside them ever knew about. I am not ashamed of any of it. I work somewhere that a photograph in the wrong group chat would be a genuine problem rather than an embarrassment, and this is a small country.
What I offer instead of an album is speed in the other direction. I will meet you early, somewhere public, in daylight, and I am far more open across a table than I will ever be in a chat window. A table leaves nothing behind.
What I want after that is an arrangement with a shape. Standing expectations, a real rhythm, a review every so often where either of us can say it is not working.
Not looking for anybody who treats caution as a puzzle to be solved with charm. Not looking to be seen out anywhere. Not looking for a person who needs reassuring that the discretion is not about them, because it is not, and I can only say that convincingly once.