Roughly my height, slim/slender build. Not too muscled but toned is hot. I'm big on guys with nice hands and a full lush mouth. Makeup at this point is nearly a deal-breaker. If I can't get you at least in eyeliner, it's not happyfuntime for me. A biteable, grabable, fuckable ass. Not overly picky on cock size, if he knows how to use it and it doesn't stray too far into the "ahahahhahaa ohhhh man" ranges at either end of the size scale, I'm happy. Same as girls with tattoos and piercings and the personality traits and whatnot of which I spoke earlier.

I'm the dominant one 95% of the time. Maybe 98%.

To approximate living in Ohio, throw a cow and a bunch of corn in the middle of an empty Wal-Mart parking lot. Stand around in the middle of the mess with one of your friends and a can of Four Loko. Ask each other "what do you want to do?" "i don't know, what do you want to do?" for a few hours. Then go home and get online.

To approximate living in New York, get three hours of sleep and walk around the nearest crowded mall for an hour to approximate a morning commute. Have coffee. Put in a 6-8 hour workday, then go back to the mall for an hour. Have another coffee. Combine a goth club, a drag bar, the average New Years Eve party, a strip bar, a burlesque review and a hot tub in a single club and spend 3-4 hours there. Spend $30 on 2-3 drinks, go back to the mall for an hour and a half this time because the trains run less frequently at night. Go home and sleep for three or four hours. Repeat 2-3 days a week.

Depends on the circumstance and how much you value what you're trying to protect.

I saw triangle passes on people every show I went to, though there wasn't always an organized "let's all go into this room and the band will be out to say hello" party every time. Even people without passes had a lot of luck waiting near the buses for the band to come out. He was in a really good mood this time around and would frequently stop to sign things before boarding. Advice would be to keep doing what you're doing and maybe it'll turn out next time. (It helps to go to more than one show to maximize your chances, obvs)

I'm not entirely sure what height and weight have to do with being butch. Most of the guys I've seen near my height and weight have been skinny rocker boys or goths or emo kids. The butchy hipsters and muscle boys all weigh more. And having hairy Italian arms and hands nearly big enough to palm a basketball isn't particularly ladylike, but we all have our little crosses to bear.

Mister Bee would murder you in your sleep. He dislikes competition.

I can't remember the last non-anon question I was asked. It's easier to just ask anonymously than to sign up for an account, I guess.

If you have something, share something.

Why?

The impression that I'm someone intelligent enough to ask for advice but also attractive enough to have sex with is hardly what I'd consider to be a wrong one.

If it's true, I'll be there.

Tell him that this "the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away" thing is beneath him.

They could try, but once somebody hurts me I'm never able to forget it. Once that paper's creased, it's creased, and no amount of ironing and smoothing is going to take it out. We could probably call a truce of sorts and I might still talk to them but it'd never be the same. At least in my eyes. I have a terrible problem with forgiving people.

I'm into it but it seems to stem mostly from having an intensely deep connection to the person I'm playing with and that doesn't happen often at all. Wouldn't be nearly as hot with just anyone, I couldn't even play that way with some random person.

If they treat you that badly, why is their opinion and their approval so important to you?

It's a birth defect. :(

I'm not reproducing out of pure selfishness, it has nothing to do with any concern for a planet that's only going to have to put up with me for another 40-60 years. The Earth doesn't give a shit if we're around or not. Humankind has only been around for a millisecond of time in the grand scheme of things, we're largely inconsequential. And if this planet gets fucked up, there's hundreds of thousands of other planets. And who are we saving Earth for, anyway? Aliens? Is there a VAEMT?

Live, learn, love.

I just shot some the other day for Krashcity Mag's June issue. They'll be out in a couple weeks, I'd imagine.