First of all, thank you for clicking on my face. Let me tell you what I have to offer: intimacy. (Really.) It’s to do with knowing and being known. I remember how it stopped seeming odd that in biblical Greek, knowing was used for making love. Whosit knew so-and-so. Carnal knowledge. It’s what lovers trust each other with. Knowledge of each other, not of the flesh but through the flesh, knowledge of self, the real him, the real her, in extremis, the mask slipped from the face. You know what I mean? If so, then please reach out to me. All are welcome.

My clients care more about the size of one's heart than the size of one's dick, so please keep in mind that I do not have an 11" penis like most here will claim, and instead trust that I am genuinely tender, intelligent, nonjudgmental, and I know how to listen. That, I believe, is worth more than the opportunity cost of four inches (give or take). So, what do you say?