I will admit that speaking about myself makes me rather uncomfortable. By nature I am quiet and guarded, given to occasional moments of ego-centric behavior; I am something of a narcissist. Many might mistake my quietness for timidness, but I am quite assertive and straight forward and will not allow myself to be intimidated by anyone. The chemistry of these qualities project an air of arrogance; of being pretentious and aloof and provide me with a much desired distance from my fellow human being. It gives me time and space to study others; to find out if I even have the interest in getting to know them. I am often faulted for this.
  As a child I was quite sickly, and until I gained reasonable health around the age of ten, I was kept indoors and away from other children. By reasons of health, I was pale, underdeveloped and frail - a condition I did not outgrow until I reached my middle twenties. My appearance made me an easy target for schoolyard bullies, yet I never gave in and was rarely beat up by them. Early on, I learned the great con, and found ways to intimidate them by means of intelligence; I played head games - and was aware of it - twenty years before my time. In these early years, I acquired a taste for reading, the fine arts and for masturbation. To pass away the boredom, I wrote fantastic adventures for myself, keeping them tucked away quietly in notebooks under my bed.
  I suffer the curse of genius and found myself frequently bored, which made me less than scholarly. I left home at sixteen - the picture of health - and decided to explore everything. A ten year blur of alcohol, drugs and sex followed -the romantic notion of the life of a starving artist - eventually, I grew tired of the hangovers, the hunger and the shakes, and with little else left, I allowed my sexual depravity to mature. I dedicated myself to my debauchery and explored worlds of fetish, kink and taboo; I have kept careful record of my experience.
  This leads me to today, so many roads travelled upon and so many more to journey. I am thirty-five now, although I can pass in any crowd about ten years younger. I am tall and sinewy, and in perfect health; not exceptionally handsome, but pleasant looking enough. I suspect that my quiet demeanor and ego lends an enigmatic touch, that enhances my appearance. I spend too much time consumed with business affairs. Ironically, my most valuable business qualities were developed from my sexual forays; tenacity (which I gained from hour after hour of being bound and gagged), focus (from assorted fetishes), lateral thinking (from breaking slaves), and grit (from refusing to break at the hands of a master).
  I am attracted to youth and classically tragic characters. I am an athiest, tolerant of others beliefs. I live a hidden and double life, being Alexei Gish discreetly. It is a difficult task. I consider myself to be well read, open minded and quite the fetishist. I would love to meet and fuck you one day.