DaddySatyr
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Joined: 8/29/2011 From: Pittston, Pennsyltucky Status: offline
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I was a dinosaur for my day. I was born in '64 and I was raised with old school traditional manners and values. My grandparents were almost all immigrants, so add "European" to that description of how I was raised. A gentleman holds a door for a lady, walks in front, going down the stairs, walks on the correct side of the sidewalk, etc. I can't say that I was "taught" but my examples in the family were men, very much "in charge" of the big picture while the ladies ran the day-to-day of the household. It was just natural for me to emulate/become what I knew, growing up. In that regard, I have always been this way, as far as I can tell. Some years ago (can it really be seventeen of them?), a lady with whom I was involved identified me as a "Daddy". She picked a most inopportune moment so, I was freaked out, for a few minutes but she showed me an interwebz site with an essay by a lady named Kendra. It described me, almost perfectly. The web page no longer exists (No. It wasn't Castle Realm. It was vanilla-not.com). I think I have the original saved on this external drive, if anyone is interested (The essay had almost nothing to do with age play, thank God). From that moment on, I understood more fully who and what I am. Michael
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A Stone in My Shoe Screen captures (and pissing on shadows) still RULE! Ya feel me? "For that which I love, I will do horrible things"
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