There is no photograph of my face anywhere and there will not be
- Looking for
- a dominant who can build trust in person rather than in an album
- Experience
- Seven years, two long dynamics, both of them entirely private.
- Around
- Manhattan, New York
My profile has no face on it and it never will. Three people have told me that makes me a catfish. One of them said it in a first message, which at least saved us both a fortnight.
I am thirty nine and my name is attached to my work in a way that means a photograph in the wrong stack would be a genuine problem, not an embarrassment. That is a description of my industry rather than paranoia, and it decides how I do all of this. No face, nothing written that identifies me, no adding each other anywhere, no exceptions later once we like each other.
What I offer instead of an album is speed in the other direction. I will meet you in person early, somewhere public, in daylight, and I will be far more open across a table than I ever will be in a chat window. I would rather build trust face to face than leave a trail of evidence behind us for a year.
Manhattan, submissive, seven years in, two long dynamics, both quiet, both ending for ordinary reasons.
Not looking for anyone who treats my caution as a puzzle to be solved with charm. Not looking for somebody who wants to be seen out with me at things. And not looking for anyone who needs regular reassurance that the discretion is not about them, because it genuinely is not, and I can only say that convincingly once.