I don’t abide teasing. It’s a point of interest and then contention in most of my relationships, committed or otherwise. I don’t put up with childish nonsense and then I’m too predictable. I’m ravenous as a locust and then all I care about is sex. I admire it and detest it. Loathe it and crave it. Come here and don’t bother with your games.

I lost the plot somewhere and don’t have a good sense of moderation. I think, moderate this.