Grow Some Balls Boy ... !
» In Search Of
The title of this note is the sum total of a communication sent to me by someone who saw one of my profiles.
His own profile showed him to be a leather top. One of those that makes BDSM play seem like some serious moral endeavor liking fighting starvation in the third world and as much fun as a remedial math class. The kind of dull dingbat dowdiness that makes you wonder if the writer’s prose style was shaped by listening to talk radio.
Amiably I assured him that I’d been given a pair - gratis - at birth and invited him to let me know what in my profile had prompted his message.
The profile in question does little more than state that I’m open to various styles of D/s and S&M. I make clear my own pleasure in submission and pain and invite anyone interested to let me know what they enjoy.
That may be what so annoyed the fellow. My very flexibility proved me to not be attuned to the One True Way. That placed me among the not ‘serious’ and not ‘real.’
Unsurprisingly he never replied. Having thundered down his judgment from the heights of the Mountain of Masters he wasn’t going to waste his valuable time on me.
Oh, boo hoo!
