Every platform built on a deck has nagged me about the missing photograph, some of them weekly, and one of them quietly stopped showing me to anybody at all until I added one. I did not add one. That is why I am on a board where the absence of a picture is not treated as an incomplete form, and where what I have written is the thing actually being read.
Thirty six, Queens, dominant, eleven years in. I will be in a room with somebody early on and I am entirely ordinary to look at. The objection is to my face sitting in a stranger's stack indefinitely while they decide about me in half a second.
What I run is careful. Written terms, a fixed evening, limits discussed in advance and revisited rather than assumed, correction that is verbal and proportionate. I am slower to start than most people expect and steadier than most people are used to.
I want a submissive who can say no to me in an ordinary tone of voice and who does not need constant contact, because I answer once a day.
Not looking for anyone whose first question is what I look like. Not looking to be persuaded that a photograph would improve my numbers, because I know it would and I do not care. And not looking for somebody who wants to be swept along without ever being asked anything.