My pictures and more details about me are on my fetife, fabswingers and fetish.com profiles, see the links on my welcome page.
I like: Watching and being watched — spontaneous couplings and group sex — being top or vers with twinks, trans women and NBs — giving fantastic rimjobs to twinks, trans women and NBs — being bottom (with anyone) — big cocks, big dildos — giving throat —nipple pain — sex while buzzing my tits off from Carolina Reaper chilli — dressing in clothes considered femme and slutty.
(A non-binary person with a penis, such as myself, wearing clothes considered femme is not, in my opinion, cross-dressing — it's an expression of actual gender).
I want to try: Being restrained, being flogged and paddled.
I don't like: Poop. Puke. Pee. Broken skin. Marks anywhere not usually covered by clothes. Absence of personal hygiene (during sex, whatever I put in my mouth has got to taste clean and neutral, or of chilli). I'm really indifferent to some of the performance around BDSM, like I'm not going to pretend that I don't enjoy something when I'm enjoying it. Oh no, this chilli con quorni has too much capsaicin and is burning my mouth, please make it stop (like that would ever happen!)
When not fucking, I'm kinda like: I take one home-grown, gnarly, knobbly Carolina Reaper chilli, chopped up small, per pizza, per week, plus homemade reaper chilli sauce with most meals: this gets me through life, as do other little crutches, like most people. I'm way left of centre but not extreme, and very distrustful of authority, though I'm pretty chill around apolitical and vaguely Tory folk if you're chill around me, we might not be best friends but whatever.
I can play guitar but rarely pick it up this last decade — I've used that practice time to get good on drums instead. I've forgotten almost everything I learnt on piano. I dazzle on the rusty trombone! I work in IT, doing Windows systems for money and Linux systems for shits and giggles. I'm married (3 years) to an asexual man, we've been together and in love for 15 years. Everything I do, I do with his fully informed consent and encouragement. If he hadn't become asexual, probably due to antidepressant meds, we might have experimented together and this would have been our profile, not mine.