I answer messages every few weeks. Not as strategy and not because I am weighing anybody up. I have a condition that takes most of my energy and a job that takes what is left, and correspondence happens out of whatever remains. On the fast platforms that reads as disinterest and the conversation is dead before I reach it. On a written board it reads as ordinary, because everything there is slow.
Forty seven, the Bronx, submissive, twelve years in, one arrangement that ran five of them and ended when he moved to be near his parents.
That arrangement worked because he understood the arithmetic. What I have is not unreliability. It is a smaller quantity of something completely reliable. I have never once missed a thing I agreed to. I have simply agreed to less than most people would.
So: an ongoing arrangement, low frequency and high consistency. A fixed monthly shape rather than a weekly one. Tasks that do not require me to be upright.
Not looking for anybody who will check in to ask whether I have gone off them. Not looking to be nursed, which is a different relationship and I have people for it. And not looking for a dominant whose authority depends on how fast I answer, because that is a long and disappointing wait.