You want me? Fucking Well Come and Find Me

"I'll be waiting,
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches" - Radiohead

I tell people this sometimes, and while they say they understand most don't;

My dark streak is narrow, but it is very deep. If true power is held in a relationship by the person who can walk away, I always have the power in any given relationship. I have a set amount of constants in my life and I'm happy with them. If something threatens any one of them that thing ceases to exist.

Here opens the portal of every imaginable fantasy, any configuration of debauchery is open to you through these arms. I can make it happen, I have made it happen for others. But the secrecy of this part of my life and the fact that all of this is a method of sanity among my madness makes for a very tenuous hold on me.

I am Satyr, fuzzy legs and all. Only keep in mind that we are timid beasts and easily spooked. The man inside wields a white-hot scalpel. But if my eyes are upon you, and you smile in that way, I will dip down and lift you up to see things that will make you dizzy, make you swoon.

And if I ever told you that I loved you I likely still do. You stand exactly where I tell you that you stand and if you overstep I'll tell you that too. Just take care that on the road to avoid an outcome you think is on its way that you don't end up meeting it.

I am as fierce as a storm, inconstant as the rain, and in this place truer than the snow. Know that, and all else follows. Trust, relax, enjoy.

Anything else and I'll become a rustling of leaves. Just a memory.