Turning up is the currency on the platform you join, and I cannot turn up. Not to things, not regularly, and not without paying for it for two days afterwards. So my entire presence for six years has been written, which works, and every person who has found me that way has been a reader rather than an attender. That is a selection effect and I have made my peace with it.
Fifty seven, in the belt, dominant, twenty two years in. My mobility is limited in a way that is stable, well managed and not going to improve. I say so early because it sets the logistics of everything, and because I would rather not discover in week five that somebody was hoping I had exaggerated.
What I run is domestic and it suits all this. Standing rules, tasks, a submissive who comes to me rather than the reverse, and a rhythm that does not depend on either of us being anywhere in particular. Two previous arrangements ran five and seven years on exactly that basis.
I would like somebody within a sensible distance who does not mind that the shape of this is fixed by circumstance rather than preference.
Not looking for anyone who needs to be taken places. Not looking for somebody who will call my flat cosy in a certain tone. And not looking to be looked after, because that is covered and it is not what this is.