Twelve years away from all this, and now it is a deck of cards
- Looking for
- patience with somebody fluent in the subject and hopeless at the format
- Experience
- Long ago, at length. Twelve years of nothing since.
- Around
- Stockport, Manchester
I did all of this in my thirties, properly, for years, and then I got married and did not do it at all for twelve. The marriage ended in the winter before last. When I came back to this I discovered that everything I knew about how you meet anybody is obsolete.
It used to be writing. You posted something, people answered over days, and by the time you met somebody you had read two years of their arguments and knew exactly who they were. Now it is a photograph and eleven words and a thumb, and I am fifty two and genuinely bad at it.
The subject itself has not changed and I have not forgotten any of it. It is the format that defeats me. I write four hundred words and get back a single line. I ask a real question and get a reaction to a picture.
Fifty two, Stockport, submissive, and starting again in a city I have lived in my whole life.
What I want is a dominant who also finds the format thin and will move to something longer early. I am experienced, I am specific, and I am not fragile. Not looking for anybody who wants to teach me the app. Not looking to be told my age is unusual here. Not looking for a person who cannot manage more than a sentence.