What's my type?
It's a stupid question that I never know how to answer because most people are mostly asking "What LOOK does it for you?"
People are so aggravating that if a LOOK did it for me, I would likely make love to my hand while staring at a dirty magazine rather than put up with people. Good God, you fools are shallow.
I like men who look like MEN to me without being hyper masculine gay male icons. What the hell does that mean? I don't know how to describe it. I know it when I see it.
I didn't care that he looked like a nerd. I was sleeping with him. He looked good naked.
And I don't like trying to describe it. I once told Genevieve, a troubled trans youth who expected me to lovingly and unconditionally accept all her personal quirks, that pretty boys are not my thing and she had a fit about that, accusing me of being homophobic or some nonsense.
Me not wanting to have sex with you doesn't make me homophobic, thanks.
I have sensory issues. I do it in the dark. It helps me focus on what things FEEL like, physically and emotionally.
I like men who are good to me. Treating me well makes me like you.
It's SHOCKINGLY uncommon for men to be good to their women in this heteronormative world poisoned by the fact that men make the money and most men de facto expect ALL women to be whores after their money.
I'm not looking to marry for money. I'm looking to marry for love.
If you typically de facto hire your female bedmates, you and I probably can't figure out how to do this dance and I'm not interested in learning YOUR dance steps.
You probably find that shocking and I don't want to have this discussion with you. It's a waste of my time.