I'm a man.

Note: The following is within the context of the online, virtual world Second Life but is still applicable to Real Life. The text contains links to my articles about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.

I have, on occasion, shared a more personal, intimate part of my character. I suppose using the word character would give someone the idea I'm talking about an online persona, but as I've said elsewhere, the SL me is pretty much the RL me. After all, it's the same RL mind. I'm not a vampire or a Neko or some other RP character; I'm just being me. And being me is a full-time job!

I am a heterosexual* male so if you'll forgive me, the following is as if I'm addressing a woman.
* For the most part. Some rules and restrictions may apply.

I'm a man.

I enjoy being a man. I like having a beard and trimming it to keep it neat. I like putting on a suit and knotting my tie. I like going to the gym and getting hot and sweaty. I like working hard, playing hard, and enjoying all that life has to offer.



And I like having a cock.

I like peeing while standing. I like getting hard. I like reaching between my legs and holding my erection. It feels, well, so masculine.

I'm a sexual creature. I don't apologise for it; I revel in it.



And I enjoy that you’re a woman and all the things that go along with being a woman.

I enjoy holding your chair, holding the door, and always letting you go first. Not because I don’t think you can do it, but because I respect you and I extend to you the utmost courtesy. I enjoy the sight of you, the sway of your hips, the bounce of your breasts, brazenly feasting my eyes on your beauty and letting myself react to the power of your sexuality. I enjoy smelling your perfume, listening to the lilt of your voice, and feeling the brush of your hair against my cheek. I consider you not just a woman but an experience, a part of life which must be explored, savored, and relished.

I like to say that I'm a man of passion.

Passion in work.
Passion in play.
Passion in living.
And of course, passion in love... and lust.

Passion makes the world go ‘round. It puts a smile on my face and a spring in my step. The sun is a little brighter, and the sky is a little bluer. Passion makes life worth living.

I want to paint an erotic work of art, and I want to use your body as my canvas.

Passion can be heated, intense, physical, even animalistic. But it can also be soft, delicate, sensual, a mere whisper in your ear.

If I were a butterfly...

To kiss, perchance to dream.

Rules and Restrictions
I'm a firm believer in my rule of the Three Rights:

At the right time, in the right place, with the right person, anything is possible.

I don't walk around Second Life with my junk out asking every woman if they want to have sex. Just because we have anonymity and total freedom doesn't mean we should throw good manners out the window and behave in ways that we would see us with our faces slapped in Real Life or even in trouble with the police. (Aggressive Males and the Stupidity of Inexperience) I don' t ask for politeness and respect; I demand it. (The S Word)

I extend my hand to you as an offer to dance. You can accept or refuse: It’s your choice. But if you accept, we dance. My attention is completely focused on you, my partner. Nothing else in the world exists. (Ballroom Dancing and Relationships: D/s, BDMS, even Marriage)

I have nothing to prove in SL, or RL for that matter. (Self-Confidence: I Know I’m Good) I come to Second Life to have fun. I want everyone with whom I interact to also have fun. In the right circumstances, that fun may include intimacy and passion, but those three rights must be in alignment.

I never touch you. But from afar, across time and space, I touch your imagination.

In SL, we never physically touch, we communicate. (I never touch you) But despite that supposed limitation, we have the potential of a profound connection. (Mindf*cking) It turns out that the only limitation in SL (or RL) is our imagination.


Role Play or Reality? (From my Second Life Profile: Pick #9: Role Play or Reality?)

Somebody was confused by my politeness. Am I a Dom or a Sub? Perhaps nothing more than a passionate man enjoying life and all that it has to offer.

I seize you by the hair. Warm breath. Soft lips. Moist tongue. Can I seize you by the imagination?

We strive for a connection, mental, literary, and erotic. It can be corporeal, hopefully mental and emotional, and it can even extend to the spiritual. Long after you've turned off your computer, when you sit alone in the dark and contemplate the day, you will think of me, the softness of my voice, the gentleness of my touch, and the scent of my presence. Your imagination may soar, and your hand may wander, but you will think of me.

It is the final proof of my dominance that I need not exist in order to dominate you.

2022-02-17