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	I like WOMEN and I'm DEPENDABLE That's an old headline from an old profile somewhere long ago and far away that got pasted in here. I really need to change this. But I have to go. Where is that vanilla one? Some say I respond selectively yet I respond to everyone. I don't need help looking bad. I will respond if you write to me. The Onion was how I learned to read. It was born where I was re-born into this man from Wisconsin who Louis Black salutes as a unique man. My people are from Wisconsin, the Fugawi tribe. The Fugawis were a proud, nomadic people who roamed the midwest. When they got lost they would always say, "where the fugawi, where the fugawi?" That's how they got their name. I go to the Fugawi games every year. My Fugawi name is Flowing Bull. My little sister's name is Little Shit. My friends in California have never heard of the bonding rituals that I went through with the guys in high school; charlie horses, pink bellies, gordies, grundies, the bomb, purple herbies. The pink belly is self explanatory. When you got a purple herbie the same day as a pink bellie you would get black and blue hand prints on your chest when they missed. I'm John, or Nurse Handsome but no one calls me that. Sometimes I work labor and delivery and I noticed that it takes all the fun out of porn. A sample of my favorite quotes: “Those of you who think you know it all are really irritating to those of us who do." "Better they think you a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt." Ben Franklin My dad used to say, "this isn't Burger King, you don't get it your way." My mother used to say, "do it your own stupid way.": I want to be lovers in love. Too many take this way too seriously. This and romance should be fun. I often have time to spend with someone special otherwise I'm always busy, happily. I am a true man but always finding ways to be better. I earn trust always. It turns out I've never been with anyone who cared about what I wanted. Now I know. I want to tell you what I want and how I want to be loved, cared for, caressed, fucked, made love to and kissed, basically.

I copied this from someone else but it's great.

"It's beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind.

Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts.

Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you've built up around your mind and let them inside."

(Unknown)

I like WOMEN and I'm DEPENDABLE
That's an old headline from an old profile somewhere long ago and far away that got pasted in here. I really need to change this. But I have to go. Where is that vanilla one? OKCorral says I respond selectively yet I respond to everyone. I don't need help looking bad. I will respond if you write to me.

The Onion was how I learned to read. It was born where I was re-born into this man from Wisconsin who Louis Black salutes as a unique man.
My people are from Wisconsin, the Fugawi tribe. The Fugawis were a proud, nomadic people who roamed the midwest. When they got lost they would always say, "where the fugawi, where the fugawi?" That's how they got their name. I go to the Fugawi games every year. My Fugawi name is Flowing Bull. My little sister's name is Little Shit. My friends in California have never heard of the bonding rituals that I went through with the guys in high school; charlie horses, pink bellies, gordies, grundies, the bomb, purple herbies. The pink belly is self explanatory. When you got a purple herbie the same day as a pink bellie you would get black and blue hand prints on your chest when they missed.

I'm John, or Nurse Handsome but no one calls me that. Sometimes I work labor and delivery and I noticed that it takes all the fun out of porn.

A sample of my favorite quotes: “Those of you who think you know it all are really irritating to those of us who do."
"Better they think you a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt." Ben Franklin
My dad used to say, "this isn't Burger King, you don't get it your way."
My mother used to say, "do it your own stupid way.":

I want to be lovers in love. Too many take this way too seriously. This and romance should be fun. I often have time to spend with someone special otherwise I'm always busy, happily. I am a true man but always finding ways to be better. I earn trust always.

Anais Nin “Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key!”

I'm wonderful but I'm the only one who thinks I'm funny. I am a true man but always finding ways to be better. I have strong moral values, integrity, honor, intelligence, on top of physical strength. I seek to earn your trust first so can feel safe in my arms, always, and happy. I am someone you can look up to as a unusually smart and very caring. I'm a medical professional so I know how to care but also with my heart and hands.

You, a spectacular woman because you are a woman. You deserve to be told how beautiful you are every hour of every day. Together we can open up and ignite that fire inside us. We'll get it burning so hot it will light the night sky before it explodes. Ok, throw the bullshit flag on the play but writing should be fun. And this profile business is tricky.

I WORSHIP WOMEN I found this because I haven't been with a woman for 3 years because I was married and my wife didn't and I was faithful to the marriage. But now I am single. I even have a judge's signature that says "single." Praise Allah!!!!!!!! and halle-fucking-lujah!! I think my creative juices blossomed during what I call "the drought." My photography and sexuality. I created a very happy mental life that satisfied me almost totally but now it's time for me to go out and spread my new wings. I need to soar again and I want to do it with a woman. A happy, juicy woman. I worship women. They are the saving grace of life on earth. Every person came out of a woman, a connection to every human being in the world. No man has that and no man ever will. And when a woman takes a man into her she is accepting something foreign into her body, into her very being. That is an intense emotional and intellectual experience that is the essence of trust, total. Men are not aware of that. And the joy of taking him and his ambrosia into her mouth is almost more intense. I've always thought that a woman, when taking his juices into her mouth should kiss him back with all of him, and all over his lips, shoving her tongue into his to get sucked clean. And it's only fair. That's the beginning of why I worship women. There's more but there's only one way to find out. I volunteered at Project Homeless Connect today and I loved that. It was at GG Park. I saw all kinds of ailments from foot ulcers, to menstrual cramps and inter-menstrual bleeding. I've done that for a couple years. I also work labor and delivery once in a while. But working labor and delivery really takes all the fun out of porn.

we'll have to talk about those fantasies.? What is your favorite?? What is the general theme of all of them?? Mine is that I am a young prince of a vaste desert kingdom and I have built some cities, pipelines, and ships while I spend my precious personal time at home far from any city or person.? My hobby is competitions with my cousins and brothers where we gather once a month to show off our sex slaves and what we have taught them to do or be done to.?? I prefet to have only one at a time so I can hone and perfect my art.? And I have a healthy lead in the competition over all my family so far this year.? I think it's because I only focus on one slave at a time.? I am always kind to my slaves, loving and dedicated to every bit of her well being.? Of course, she will never want for anything, will have her own staff, office suite of rooms, spa, bedroom, driver, cooks, and use of the airplanes for long distance travel needs.? Many don't do online and I understand that. Well, actually I don't. But many times I have had the best sex of my life online. Beyond belief, explosive, lasting for hours and hours of intimacy and exploring corners of my self and another that I never would otherwise, ever. And I never will either no matter who it is or how much I love them. I am constantly astounded and the depths that can be plumbed online. 3 nights ago I spent 4 hours meeting someone, enjoying ourselves, even arguing and making up then having the most intense and intimate sex I've ever known. I still boggles my mind and I operate at some complex levels generally. So the distance can be reduced to nothing with the right mind, the right attitude and the right persons, articulate, verbal, creative and intelligent and willing. There's only one way to find out. I've often wondered how so many can look and look and look and look, but not do anything with all that looking.

God I hear a lot of complaining. I was never allowed growing up and I won't deal with anyone who does. Here on CM I won't bother with a profile that complains of the ass hole men. Yes they are. Just because one can't live up to the basic standards of a man that their parents should have seen to doesn't mean your expectations as a woman are misplaced. They make all men look bad and I don't need help looking bad. Complaining isn't any better. One of the many reasons I dislike all the complaining in the world especially the petty complaining in our country and on dating sites is that while visiting Nicaragua I et. al. came upon a 33 year old woman on a gravel road walking two miles to a stream with a load of laundry. She had been doing this since she was a little girl and had never owned a pair of shoes. I was told before the trip to bring a duffel bag of shoes so I dug through our closets and loaded one up. I fit her with a pair of sneakers when tears were flowing down her cheeks. Mine too whenever I think about it.

For a man to take a woman who wants to give herself to him he will need to be a real man and earn her most intimate trust. Men don't seem to understand that women's deepest trust, the trust granted men by the intimacy of receiving his sexual fluids into her body, literally into her very being, receiving this slippery paste, this infinite joy of male essence requires a woman to submit in trust so completely that most men will never understand. Until he can understand this and respect her for it, he will not deserve anything to do with her. Taking his delightful ejaculate into her, the glue of life between them, is an incredibl act of trust so mentally, intellectually different from the simpleness of a man expelling something from his body. So women know how to submit, naturally even. But they do so only to by trusting a real man, very intimately. This kind of man deserves her trust, earns it completely by respecting her like a true gentleman, respecting, honoring her submission with kindness, reliability, and by respecting everything about her as she gives her trust to him. Women also have a connection to all of humanity that no man will ever have. giving birth. Women and only women have given birth to all of humanity. They have populated the earth. I think that's also why they don't like wars very much. And submission is another level much deeper and richer than that which naturally requires an advanced level of EARNED trust, and giving between two PARTNERS. Men may be simple but some are capable of all the complexity in the world like women. But women have it built in, thank god. If someone dares tell you "this isn't the site for you" or "your expectations are unrealistic," that us chicken shit. Just because this so called man one can't live up to the basic standards of a man that their parents should have seen to doesn't mean your expectations as a woman are misplaced. What we're talking about here requires a lot more than routine dating and holding hands, which I'd be honored to take in mine when I earn it.

I am a nurse by profession and a ski instructor on weekends in the winter. I own a home that I am very proud of where I spend most of my free time working, re-wiring, remodeling. I believe trust is earned and as a man I am eager and very able to earn your trust. I am basically a beginner in the "lifestyle" but I have decided to leave all that bullshit behind because I have my own style that doesn't seem to fit all those terms and definitions they have for people and their preferences, like dom and sub and master and all those other pre-defined cutout rolls that we are supposed to fit into and behave accordingly, to what and according to whom? You and I don't have to go by that. We can do whatever we want, make up whatever we want as long as we are comfortable with ourselves and each other. The most important thing for me is to be the man you trust because I have earned your trust. I earn your trust by being reliable, honest, a source of integrity on top of physical strength. Then you would know that you are safe and secure in my care, in my arms. Only then can you give your body when you give your heart. This is not just dating. Everything I own I keep in good working order including myself. I have a good, sharp mind that I use to help others and can use to create wonderful romantic adventures for you and me. I also take care of my body. I am strong and thin not because I work out but because I work. I work hard all the time. And I will work that hard for you to earn your trust and to make you happy, safe and secure, to inspire you, to challenge each other as equal partners. With mutual respect you and I will thrive. John

This is a post from Craigs List that I thought was one of the nicest pieces of writing I've ever seen, compelling, fascinating, well done. And especially in this format of looking for a date/partner. I'd like to know what you think of it as well. Is it just me? THANKS, JRL Automatic stress response brings on a longing for distraction in male form. But I'm being a good girl, although even good girls have needs. Although promise blooms on the horizon it does not change the fact that I am lonely. My heart is aching, competing with my injured body. Friends and cats help ease the suffering, but there are things that I am missing. Looking in the mirror, I see myself becoming the girl I want to be. But the journey is taking it's toll. I'm weary, tapped, needing some restoration. Tired of being taken at face (or bodily) value, I want to be cradled in the warm embrace of love, and yet I tremble at the thought of falling once again into the scary dark bottomless pit of a mans arms. Oh, but those arms are inviting. How can a nice girl get some therapeutic loving without debasing herself? Where are the brothers of mercy? Who will gaze into my eyes while he plunges inside me, without treating me badly afterwards? It's all so very complicated where simplicity is in the design. Mutual attraction, chemistry, desire and fun should be the natural antidotes to dating rules and prudish standards. And yet here I sit, untouched, freezing, alone, tense, morose and neurotic. I am an open, fun girl. Except all you men are making me cross. I am literally pouting. I have had enough of sexts and pathetic non-attempts at seduction. How hard can it be to seduce a girl who is lonely, single, and vulnerable? I know I'm a complicated concoction of contradictions. But I'm also a woman in need. Surely there is a man out there who can caress me gently, dangle a little bait, tempt me into a dangerous clench? How about no? I need a stunning Man with a dusting of virtue, and a truly kind soul. He must sweep me up with genuine affection and plant me. I will shut up and submit eagerly to his desires. Then my faith in your gender will be restored.

If you have all kinds of limits and you're looking and looking there's a reason you're still looking. ?But if you want to learn and play together, let's. I'd have a hard time inflicting pain but I'll give it try. This is all virtual anyway. You might be happy or you might be sorry. Tell me where it hurts and tell me where you want it to hurt. I want an explorer, an intrepid soul geared to a curious mind, ready and willing to see what we can create together, someone who has a pair of her own. ?

That's enough bullshit. ?Now we begin. READY? I'm thinking of a story.

Me again. So why does everyone look and look and look, myself included? I'll confess I like the convenience and comfort of sitting here and traveling about looking at people, flirting once in a awhile, writing which uses the brain in a great way and chatting, which is meeting all kinds of new and interesting people without getting dressed up or dressed at all, nor buying a meal, and taking all that time to meet someone you're mildly interested at best. But that's just me, just off the top of my head. Then there's ALL the specifics people are looking for, age range, not for casual they proclaim self righteously, no online, no chatting, no hair, lots of hair, ad nauseum. No wonder they all look and look and look. Me, I want; female... hmmm. That's about it. ;) Did I just vent? John

You want passion and romance. I know how you feel and one does not just find it, but creates it. I'm like a boyscout. I know passion and romance so I think of them as a fire that I make with you and me. I add some fuel and make it bigger and cozy where we can enjoy each other's company. The we add some more and stoke our fire until it's burning so hot that you rip my clothes off then your own. Our fire burns intensely but I let it simmer down a little and enjoy your company, explore your body until I want to build it up again until it reaches a roaring inferno that lights up the night sky. We cool off swimming through your sensual depths. I am John

When I was 18 I learned that the act of sex is completely different mentally for a woman than it is for a man because a woman accepts something foreign into her very body. That is an incredibly intimate act on her part and a great deal of trust and a significant emotional connection with her partner. A man on the other hand is expelling something from his body, a relatively simple act requiring little intellectual effort or emotional understanding and connection. These are profound differences. I called her after work one day and she said, "you'll never guess what I just did! I had my first multiple orgasm!" I'm thinking, what do I say to that? I think I was pretty smart. "How?" "With my fingers." Shoot, now what do I say? Way to go!? No. "Will you teach me?" She taught me how to give her a multiple orgasm with my fingers. Another time she said, "have you ever tasted this?" My eyes must have been the size of a full moon. "It's really salty." Um, no. "Here." Sure enough, it is. I was then smeared and kissed all over with myself. I learned other very useful things too. That was a helluva summer.

True song titles from country, of course. 1. Get Your Tongue Outta My Mouth Cause I'm Kissing You Good-bye. 2. I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself or Go Bowling. 6. If The Phone Don't Ring, You'll Know It's Me. 7. She's Actin' Single and I'm Drinkin' Doubles. 8. How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away. 9. I Keep Forgettin' I Forgot About You. 10. I Liked You Better Before I Knew You So Well. 11. I Still Miss You Baby, But My Aim's Gettin' Better. 13. I'll Marry You Tomorrow, But Let's Honeymoon Tonight. 14. I'm So Miserable Without You; It's Like Having You Here. 15. I've Got Tears In My Ears From Lying On My Back Cryin' Over You. 16. If I Had Shot You When I Wanted To, I'd Be Out By Now. 17. My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love You. 18. My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend and I Sure Do Miss Him. 19. Please Bypass My Heart. 20. She Got The Ring and I Got The Finger. 21. You Done Tore Out My Heart and Stomped That Sucker Flat. 22. You're the Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly. 23. Her Teeth Were Stained, But Her Heart Was Pure. 24. She's Looking Better After Every Beer. 25. I Ain't Never Gone To Bed With An Ugly Woman, But I Sure Woke Up With a Few.

Since my journal has subscribers I will write more often, entertain you, educate you and protect you as well as I can. Thanks to everyone. A female friend was going on a first face to face meet and smartly, was bringing a friend with her. I also suggested my walkie talkies and a sniper. I don't need help looking bad by dicks not acting like a man or the gentleman his mother failed to create. I refer you to the "acid test for doms" or anyone for that matter. http://askdollie.com/acid_test.htm This is for all women. Enjoy. Stupid Straight Man Bingo! http://www.flickr.com/photos/spockface/4331919858/ Next, what it's like delivering babies. I'm a nurse when I'm not here and worked this week in labor and delivery. Working L and D takes all the fun out of porn. Where to begin? For our purposes at full dilation, indicating active and imminent delivery, which could be up to 8 hours, and over 15 hours if a first time mom. When mom is fully dilated (10cm) and effaced, she will have received the epidural, be in the stirrups, monitors up and on mom and baby, which i'm watching like a hawk for + and - signs. We've taped contractor bags, big black plastic garbage bags across the back of the bed under mom's perineum. The doctor is on a stool between mom's legs stretching and pulling the vaginal os and the perineum as hard and as wide as she can. That's what I look like when I'm trying to change a tire on my bike or motorcycle. I have to reef on it with all my might to stretch it and stretch it all the way around until it goes on. The doctor pulls downward as hard as she can with both hands, two fingers each, extended. The she pulls to one side, stretching. As I'm watching the contractions on the monitor we help the mother to push. I take hold behind one knee and pull while the husband takes the other and we pull them both up toward mom's chest while she pushes during the contractions. They should be lasting 15=30 seconds now and we rest for 90 seconds between them, ideally, and push again. The doctor will be feeling through the cervix with two fingers for the occipital top of the babies head. If it's not in the right position we have problems. She goes back to stretching the opening to the vaginal canal and the perineum muscles because if she can stretch them enough ahead of the baby coming out, that may prevent some tearing of the vaginal wall and perineum. One time right after a horrible delivery, the husband was brought in, a large, strapping hulk of a Marine who, on seeing his wife drenched in sweat, pale, bleeding profusely, went pale as a ghost and staggered almost going to his knees. We put a chair under him. The doctor was sewing up all the cuts and tears and said to the husband, "what's the matter, never seen a grenade wound?" I didn't finish my story. Want to hear more? For all the complaining in profiles, in journals, in emails, ad nauseum about the dicks, I support you, but I have no pity for you. Delete and block and no sniveling.

I have a great new appreciation for the women who sub. I had to fix a leaky faucet but I didn't want to take it apart. Since the faucet is less than a year old the leak wouldn't be due to the washer, rather a piece of sand or rust stuck in it. I turned off the the house water to drain the pipes so I could blow air into the spout pushing the debris back out of the washer. I opened the leaky faucet handle, opening the washer seal. The spout had a slight goose neck bend to it, was wide and low, ending just above the sink. I took the aerator off, put my head down into the sink basin, turned it up toward the spout opening, wrapped my mouth around it and blew. I was VERY uncomfortable, bent over, my head twisting up, with a hard pipe in my mouth, and blowing. Plus, I had to watch out for my teeth because it was metal! There I am, bent over blowing into this dirty pipe when it hits me, my female friends. So this is what it's like. And God help me if someone comes in. Well, we won't be doing that any more. And it worked! You may be wondering why I haven't had intimate relations for more than 2 years with my former wife, now recently divorced. I had a pet name for her, that I kept to myself. I called her my toaster, because when she was turned on, you couldn't put anything in her.

I am a dom because I'm a man. Simple, like all men. But all men are beginners at some point. The ones with brass clankers humble themselves to learn. We were all beginners once and had to start somewhere. Every surgeon who operates on your family has to have a first time. Every nurse has to start an IV for the first time in a convulsing patient's arm, or a into the tiny vein of a writhing newborn screaming after birth. Soldiers go into COMBAT for the first time inexperienced, and you won't give any of the above the time of day because they're an inexperienced dom? You're right, I don't want to know a human that is so shallow. Useless, to all but themselves. You've had how many subs that have never been a sub before? How many doms have you known or helped get started? I just want to learn.

So much learned so little contact. The same paragraph has evoked opposite reactions WOW and "so what" from different women. The good news is the wow are 3:1 ahead. How can a man be submissive? There's always something I don't get. Have you ever heard of The Pale Blue Dot? It's a picture of earth taken by Voyager 1 as it left the solar system. Earth is "a mote of dust" in the universe. "That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam." Carl Sagan

Out with the old crap and in with the new. This is some of the old bullshit in my profile. I love bullshit, good stories, funny stories, hot stories. I developed a good crap detector and I like to throw the bullshit flag on the play if it is egregious enough. My first urinary catheterization in nursing school...I had my sterile field all set up between the patient's legs, cleaned meatus and labia and my instructor said, "now we have to decide what french to use" which is the how one measures the diameter of medical catheter tubing. And this little old lady lifts her head and says, "I'm a 14!" Do you know what french you are? We thought it was funny but we didn't let on and that made the decision easy.

Here's what a woman said from Taken In Hand. "We want to work with an Alan Alda...but we want to sleep with a Yul Brynner!" I look more like Yul than anyone but I'm not quite that good looking. You know, he was a champion water skier.

I put stuff here that I might want or someone might like. It might be corny. I want to know so tell me. The man I am: I can build an addition to a house, rebuild an engine, deliver a baby and teach mom some things, serve my country, speak another language, provision a network, and light a fire, our fire. You? You will. Finally, (I copied this), without my dominance you cannot submit. Without your submission I cannot dominate. You are my equal in this, though our roles are different.

The challenge date. During the evening or at any time during our date if its day and evening, using my words only I will talk you into coming. I'll be flirting all day, slowly building the tension. Maybe during dinner in a booth with a view of the bay, maybe ..... and you'll make me come too. If in your hand, for example, under the table, you will feed it to me so I take myself from your hand, delicately, as if I'm only kissing your hand, in honor, which I am, Or from your lips if that is your desire. Dare me. We will soar. With me you are the only woman on earth and no woman has ever been desired more by a man than you are by me. I'm knowledgeable about the nerves and needs of our bodies and souls, our minds and muscles, even our tastes. I'll offer you strawberries, peaches, chocolates, and TLC. Put your hand in mine and we'll begin. You, bra-less, panty-less under any clothing you chose. Make any request of me you like, suit and tie, gym shorts and jock, or a silk bath robe.

The mind is the best organ and the skin is the largest. Together we'll create and explore this universe of ours. We'll light our fire. When you put your hand in mine.....

Like a boyscout I'll tend the fires, stoke them to a roaring inferno and with my self control I'll bring them back down so we can keep warm, safe, secure, until we add some more fuel and burn wild, lighting the night sky.

rhetorically speaking... What is it about your partner that excites you? What turns you on most about your partner? What is the thing your partner DOES that turns you on the most? What is the most exciting thing your partner does TO you that turns you on the most? What is the thing your partner does FOR you that turns you on the most? What is the most exciting thing to you about being dominated? /or dominating? What is your 1 most favorite thing that turns you on? What is your favorite thing that you do that turns you on? What is your most favorite thing to have done to you that turns you on? What is it that you don?t do that you wish you could? What is it that your partner doesn't do that you wish he/she would do?

Just getting started here. I haven't had intimate contact for more than 2 years now so talking, chatting and a laugh would be great but I love to write and I'd love to share this with someone. Standby!

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