Personal Question.

Not to let you hurt yourself doing sex??? What you want a partner that will say no when you ask to jump off the dresser and make a splash entrance? I'm confused, how could one hurt their self during sex?

Requests that I have made that have been denied are usually... fatal. I make terrible decisions in subspace. I like pain a /lot/ so sometimes I'll make requests that will cause me to rip open or suffocate or bleed to death or get chemical burns or lose circulation, etc. I'm the kind of guy who's scared of needles but will be like, "Hey baby, Trimix exists. It's like an epipen but you inject it in the head of your cock. Get it for me."

Or like... we kinda got in a fight over how long it was ok to wear weights and extenders and stuff. Look, for me to cum a lot of shit has to go down at once. It's like spinning plates. I'm a terrible decision-maker. I don't even remember most of the stuff I've asked for. I know that 'choke me until I pass out' is pretty common but the way I want it done can kill you so my boyfriend is the only one who will do it right. Because everybody else is a pansy-ass. Asking to have temporary piercings ripped out, or to be cut are bad because I don't clot that well, just shit like that. I can't think of great examples right now.
 
Requests that I have made that have been denied are usually... fatal. I make terrible decisions in subspace. I like pain a /lot/ so sometimes I'll make requests that will cause me to rip open or suffocate or bleed to death or get chemical burns or lose circulation, etc. I'm the kind of guy who's scared of needles but will be like, "Hey baby, Trimix exists. It's like an epipen but you inject it in the head of your cock. Get it for me."

Or like... we kinda got in a fight over how long it was ok to wear weights and extenders and stuff. Look, for me to cum a lot of shit has to go down at once. It's like spinning plates. I'm a terrible decision-maker. I don't even remember most of the stuff I've asked for. I know that 'choke me until I pass out' is pretty common but the way I want it done can kill you so my boyfriend is the only one who will do it right. Because everybody else is a pansy-ass. Asking to have temporary piercings ripped out, or to be cut are bad because I don't clot that well, just shit like that. I can't think of great examples right now.

Sounds like you need to have sex in a ambulance. So right after you can get admitted faster.
 
I'm still young so hopefully one day I'll get the opportunity to test this theory. Love just haven't happen for me yet.

I think you got near the edges of it with Shay. The whole birds chirping and rainbows romance stuff you see in the movies isn't it. It starts with what you felt for shay and it builds over time into something closer to mutual respect than butterflies in your stomach.
 
Sounds like you need to have sex in a ambulance. So right after you can get admitted faster.

Nah, I just need someone I trust. That- the way I get- is actually pretty common. All those endorphins and whatnot just fly around when you're having sex, and pain forces your body to release even more and it's just an excellent high. I mean it's fucking awesome. So you just want more and more and keep getting more and more extreme and you need somebody to say, "No I am NOT going to drown you, just shut the fuck up."

That's why it's super easy for people to fall into abusive relationships. And then that high wears off and you're like, "Did you just try to drown me, motherfucker!?" Which is part of the reason why I kinda think it's dangerous for the media to be portraying non-supportive Doms like Mr Grey from 50 Shades. Because that kind of manipulative douchebag is... literally the exact opposite of what someone who goes into subspace needs. And I know everybody likes to shit on 50 Shades of Grey but... that shit can get dangerous. You need a good, trustworthy person to have sex with.

Edit: Having said that, maybe trusting someone with your life is romantic love and I'm just not emotionally mature enough to know that yet.
 
I think you got near the edges of it with Shay. The whole birds chirping and rainbows romance stuff you see in the movies isn't it. It starts with what you felt for shay and it builds over time into something closer to mutual respect than butterflies in your stomach.

Shay is cool, I would be lying if I said I didn't feel for that girl. But now I hate her. I think she should be more than she is. I guess I care for her so much that she make me hate her. I want something more realer than Shay.
 
Nah, I just need someone I trust. That- the way I get- is actually pretty common. All those endorphins and whatnot just fly around when you're having sex, and pain forces your body to release even more and it's just an excellent high. I mean it's fucking awesome. So you just want more and more and keep getting more and more extreme and you need somebody to say, "No I am NOT going to drown you, just shut the fuck up."

That's why it's super easy for people to fall into abusive relationships. And then that high wears off and you're like, "Did you just try to drown me, motherfucker!?" Which is part of the reason why I kinda think it's dangerous for the media to be portraying non-supportive Doms like Mr Grey from 50 Shades. Because that kind of manipulative douchebag is... literally the exact opposite of what someone who goes into subspace needs. And I know everybody likes to shit on 50 Shades of Grey but... that shit can get dangerous. You need a good, trustworthy person to have sex with.

Edit: Having said that, maybe trusting someone with your life is romantic love and I'm just not emotionally mature enough to know that yet.

I'm not into the kinks. But to each it's own.
 
Shay is cool, I would be lying if I said I didn't feel for that girl. But now I hate her. I think she should be more than she is. I guess I care for her so much that she make me hate her. I want something more realer than Shay.

The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference. When you still have enough passion for hate, there is some love there probably.
 
The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference. When you still have enough passion for hate, there is some love there probably.

Query I'm not going to say I love that girl. I'll just say I care for her.
 
Query I'm not going to say I love that girl. I'll just say I care for her.

Oh, I don't mean that it is something you pursue. I just mean when it get's towards love it will be all of those feelings with someone else.

Probably need to look for better quality girls. Not to imply any disrespect to the few I have been with, but there is a reason none of them are long term prospects and it is by design. I put myself in places where quality is unlikely, and then work on the most interesting prospect there.

Be smarter (assuming I was not trying to avoid entanglements) to look where lots of quality exists.
 
Oh, I don't mean that it is something you pursue. I just mean when it get's towards love it will be all of those feelings with someone else.

Probably need to look for better quality girls. Not to imply any disrespect to the few I have been with, but there is a reason none of them are long term prospects and it is by design. I put myself in places where quality is unlikely, and then work on the most interesting prospect there.

Be smarter (assuming I was not trying to avoid entanglements) to look where lots of quality exists.

99.999999999999% of the girls here are going to be the same as her. Well at least the ones I come in contact with. And others just going to see me as a ghetto no good. Because that's what my demeanor say.
 
The best sex I ever had was with a man I was desperately in love with but refused to allow myself to be fully loved by. Young and naive and fearful, but he will always be the bar to which every other experience is measured in that regard. Try as I may not to....

So you cannot love anyone who doesn't pass that bar?
 
99.999999999999% of the girls here are going to be the same as her. Well at least the ones I come in contact with. And others just going to see me as a ghetto no good. Because that's what my demeanor say.

So, work on your demeanor.
 
I have loved a handful of people in my life. None of them have been, sexually, what he and I shared. I still loved them.

That's cool. Because you can't expect everybody to be what you are use to. Got to settle sometimes.
 
I don't know how to not be what I am.

I think everyone feels like that. Change is difficult to contemplate, much less effect. It starts by picturing who you would be if all of the obstacles were gone. Then look at the obstacles. Which can you knock down, which can you slide around, like that.

Education, which I am not always a huge fan of will help a lot. It gets you a reason to be missing from the scene, that nobody can particularly fault, It keeps your mind busy, it puts you in the path of more interesting, challenging people, it may lead to better employment opportunities, but I would not count on that as the main reason to do it.

It also gives you reasonable cover. "Hey, I'm a college student..."

Not for nothing college campuses also have a higher female to male ratio than the norm.
 
I don't know how to not be what I am.

And you better leave being somebody else. You are good at being yourself.

What you need is decency. I once said that being weak is sometimes a good thing. Not to everybody. But to the person you love. I f you give your life into the hands of somebody you love, you expect that person not to hurt you, even if she got the opportunity to do so. And she expects the same from you.

That's the trust thing. Turning out the ghetto thug provides no trust. Being a weak or unsure person does more about it.
 
It's not so much of my actions or behavior, its more how my look. A lot of people told me that they were scared of me before they got to know me. People say I look mad and they think I'm mean. But that's not me, I'm far from mad. But what's fucks me up, people say I look happy when I'm actually mad. Like when I'm upset or about to fight I always smile. My mans told me one day " I knew you was about to hit him, because I seen that smile". And then I'm quite, I really don't talk much. I'm just a humble person. I guess that scares people. Like they be trying to figure me out and I don't say enough for them to get a feel for what type of person I am. I'm not shy tho, I just don't talk for no reason. Plus I got tattoos and I wear urban street clothes and a sunnah bread. So I guess people just think they got me figured out by the way I look.
 
I don't navel gaze, second guess myself, or do much soul searching about love. I treat sex as I treat meals and sleeping and the rest of my activities.
 
It's not so much of my actions or behavior, its more how my look. A lot of people told me that they were scared of me before they got to know me. People say I look mad and they think I'm mean. But that's not me, I'm far from mad. But what's fucks me up, people say I look happy when I'm actually mad. Like when I'm upset or about to fight I always smile. My mans told me one day " I knew you was about to hit him, because I seen that smile". And then I'm quite, I really don't talk much. I'm just a humble person. I guess that scares people. Like they be trying to figure me out and I don't say enough for them to get a feel for what type of person I am. I'm not shy tho, I just don't talk for no reason. Plus I got tattoos and I wear urban street clothes and a sunnah bread. So I guess people just think they got me figured out by the way I look.

OMG that happens to my boyfriend, tho. Are you like 8 feet tall? Because I know that's why it happens to him. I think that when people have to look up at your face it changes the way they read your expression.
 
OMG that happens to my boyfriend, tho. Are you like 8 feet tall? Because I know that's why it happens to him. I think that when people have to look up at your face it changes the way they read your expression.

Nah I'm not tall at all. I guess I just wear my pain in my eyes. So when people look at me they see what I been through, but mistake it as something I'm going through.
 
I've had some phenomenal experiences that have taught me a lot about who I am and what I need to give and receive. I have been with men I loved and with men that were casual - each experience unique, but I had someone in my life who was my perfect match and I love on levels never felt with another. Sadly, I will very likely never get to love him again in the physical sense for some very complicated reasons. But instinctively, I know he would shatter every other memory until all I knew was HIM.
 
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So when people look at me they see what I been through, but mistake it as something I'm going through.

You should wear suits. I takes balls to wear it as a Black. I mean, look at Son of Bazerk, they were just a Public enemy copy, but they began their show here in Berlin like on 1:31, and this made the supercool difference.
 
You should wear suits. I takes balls to wear it as a Black. I mean, look at Son of Bazerk, they were just a Public enemy copy, but they began their show here in Berlin like on 1:31, and this made the supercool difference.

Lol I could picture my mother dancing to this type of music. But as far for suits, I don't like to look cheap. And suits that will fit my style cost about 1000$ and up. (If that) I mean I wear 300 and 400$ sneakers but I could keep wearing them. I'm not going to be able to keep wearing a suit.
 
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