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IC : Profiles : CoeurDeLion
| Profile: | CoeurDeLion |
| Created on: | 14 May 2004 |
| Last visit: | 19 days ago |
| Country: | UK |
| Location: | London |
| Sex/gender: | Male |
| Homepage: | you'll have to ask |
| Age: | 48 |
| Hair colour: | Brown ish |
| Eye colour: | Brown |
| Weight: | 13st 10lb |
| Height: | 6ft 1in |
| BMI: | 25.1 |
I don't do bunny-boilers. I don't do cyber.
I might pop in occasionally but I'm not looking.
I'd much rather spend my time here. It's more satisfying for me, and a lot of other people too.
I suppose I could rewrite or update what follows. But I've got lots of rather better things to do. So here it will stay.
Because, in no particular order
Of all the drafts I went through over the years I like this one best. So I'm not going to toss it aside.
It's intrigued one or two people. Or at least piqued their curiosity. Even if they didn't quite get it.
It irked a certain bunny-boiler. But what does she know. And that's her problem not mine.
Anyway, I'm a "Dom" so what I say must be "right".
Yeah. Right.
I'm not a "ragged-trousered philanthropist" (see below). If I had to pick one label (as much as I hate them) it might be "non-conformist". But that's too simplistic, and is a convenient pigeon-hole into which you can tuck anyone who doesn't want to "conform".
Among my poker-playing mates I'm known as "The Maverick". Which, I think, is a little more accurate (and not a million miles removed from being a "heretic").
But this isn't the place and certainly isn't the time (did I tell you I've probably got rather better things to do!) to pursue that.
Hasta whenever.
Steve
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As the continuity announcer used to say: "In the previous episode..."
I'm single and I'm unattached. So I guess I must be looking. Yeah, whatever, sort of, as the chavs might say.
If you are a chav-ette or a ned-ette or otherwise have the space between your ears filled with the type of lukewarm semolina that they used to serve at school, then might I suggest that you skip down towards the end. There are pictures for you to look at. But there are lots of long words with several syllables between here and there.
Not that you need to be a rocket scientist or have digested a dictionary. Just bear in mind, though, that the Big Brother, I'm Desperate to be a Celebrity genre of "reality" TV just isn't me.
So what IS me? Why is it that the simplest questions are often the hardest to answer?
I'm a Dom. I'm definitely not a sub. Been there, tried that, and it wasn't Me. But then again I might be a Top. Or somewhere between the two. But if you are looking for a "twue Master" then you are probably in the wrong place (though feel free to admire the pwetty pictures on your way out).
In fact, if you believe in "twue" anything (apart from love perhaps) then I'm likely to be even more wary than usual (I've been bitten way too many times already). And "lifestyle" is another label I view with extreme suspicion. There are far too many sacred cows in the online "scene". The world would be a far better place if a few of them were slaughtered and served nicely rare (salad and decent bread with steak; parsnips, carrots and all the trimmings with a roast) with a bottle of Rioja. If you believe too much of what's written online about what makes a “real” Dom or sub, and how they should behave, then I'd suggest you need to spend less time in front of the computer and more in the real world.
I was, once, described as a "new age Dom". Although the compliment made me smile I should point out that the person had never met me and they did hail from oop North. For all I know, "new age" might be a withering insult in the local dialect. Oh, and it was a long time ago. I fear I have grown a rather more cynical since then.
In the interests of accuracy it should also be pointed out that I don't do new-age either. Knobbly-kneed casual bordering on comfortably scruffy I might put my hands up to (occasionally). But pulse-eating, sandal-wearing, tree-hugging, happy-clappy, hippy-dippy just isn't me. If that floats your boat that's cool as they used to say. Might I suggest a commune in Wales? Or, if you'd prefer fewer sheep and more sunshine there's always Orgiva. Which is a beautiful place in the Alpujarras. Unfortunately, far too many of the flowers in their hair brigade have made it home from home for their broken-down VW campers. Not only do they look like a throwback to the 60s, they look like they should be thrown in the fountain in the square and hosed down because they might not have had a bath since the 60s either.
I've also been described as a "ragged trousered philanthropist". Though that compliment came from a bunny boiler, who once told me that I wasn't a Dom and all I was interested in was kinky sex. Which was rather ironic because she rather enjoyed kinky sex (but, hey, don't we all?). In the interests of further accuracy it should be pointed out that I'm not a socialist either. Liberal-leaning yes. Libertarian possibly. Fiscally somewhat more to the right. The hard-core, doctrinaire left should be banished to the salt mines.
So both compliments should be taken with a pinch of salt (as all recipes say, adjust seasoning to taste). So are you any the wiser about me now? I doubt it.
I suppose you could read some of my blogs and posts and other on-line ramblings. I'm not sure I'd recommend it though. I suspect there's far too much drivel there for you to pick out any nuggets of wisdom. It'll either confirm your worst prejudices, or won't tell you anything you haven't worked out already if you've persevered this far.
Far better that you go and have a look at these. Or maybe these. One day I'll get both collections in step. In the meantime they aren't quite the same. If you can't find something there that appeals to you, or speaks to you, or intrigues you, or maybe annoys you… then we can fairly safely say you have no soul, or vision, or eye for something different. From which we can fairly safely conclude that we might struggle to find enough common ground to build the foundations of anything.
Still with me? Not taken the easy way out to peep at the pictures? Then read on...
Likes:
Good food (beef, venison, oysters, lobster, fish, seafood); red wine rather than white (though not with all of the preceding); lager rather than real ale.
London; escaping from London; the great outdoors; wide open spaces and different places; Spain; travel generally (Barcelona, Iceland, Venice); Eagles, Fleetwood Mac; Beautiful South; joined up sentences.
Dislikes:
Nouvelle cuisine (I'm a trencherman at heart); lager louts (although I drink lager); couch potatoes; tourists; Wagner; trancey spacey music; text speak and instant messaging; cliques; cabals; sock puppets; any of the other assorted idiocy you get online. I don't suffer fools gladly. I'd really rather not suffer them at all.
Doesn't think:
That I need to prove I'm a Dom.
Does think:
That if you're a brat (or otherwise believe that you should "test" your Dom), or need to have your life micro-managed then we are very unlikely to get on apart from on a social level.
Doesn't believe:
In the "one twue way" or a lot of the other pretensions you see online. Isn't it strange that we seek to do something that "nilla" society regards as outside of the "norm". Yet at the same time we are expected to conform to ideas of what the "lifestyle" is? Where do these preconceptions about how a Dom or a sub should behave come from? And why are they perpetuated without question? Surely it's for the people involved to define what they mean by submission.
A heretic? Moi? Quite possibly. But someone has to do the emperor's new clothes thing.
D/s is part of me. An integral part, undoubtedly. But not the single most important thing in my life, although I can't imagine ever having a strictly “nilla” “relationship” in the future. I'm not desperately seeking a LTR, though I'd never rule it out. For if we abandon the search for "the one" then we are giving up on part of life itself. And just because I'm the "wrong" side of 40, doesn't mean I'm ready to retire to the monastery just yet.
There's an interesting contradiction between looking (sort of) and not (really) looking. If you are seeking someone who is into “kink”, then there are only so many places you can look. Yet, at the same time, I'm far from convinced that IC is the place to be looking. So don't expect me to be the person who sends the first memo.
And since recycling is good, I'll re-use a line from my previous profile: if you think the Alhambra is the local bingo hall then you REALLY aren't my type!
As you might have guessed by now, my sense of humour tends to be a little on the acerbic side. If I haven't put you off so far then I'm more likely to respond to an e-mail than a memo. I did mention that I don't do chat, didn't I.
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