I don't truly know where to start. I have so many things to say.

I'm looking for my Master. I view myself as a bit of a retard, because I grew up being told I'm dumb all the time, but truth is I simply don't like thinking. I can't support intellectuality anymore, I just hate using my brain, and I don't see any utility on doing something that solely makes me unhappy.

The other factor is that I'm quite young, and pretty, believe it or not. I can therefore promise you I would be the perfect bimbo... If I'm not already.

I love mathematics, I love philosophy and I love reading — please love at least philosophy and reading too. You know that person: that asshole who has no respect for social sciences. That's me. I would also describe myself as right-wing (put an 'alt' before it... kidding), but I couldn't care less for the political side of my Master, although genuine misogynists are always appreciated. I love smart men, wise men who have a vast knowledge about many subjects (it can be social sciences too) and can put me in my place.

That said, I should warn you I'm very, very difficult, and I'll need someone who is extra firm. I first of all consider myself quite extreme. Consent won't be crucial in my relationship. I believe BDSM is all about being used and nothing about "safe, sane and consensual" at its core. Sue me. I want to be property, and I will be just that: property. Why complicate something so pure and beautiful? Me woman, you man, ugah ugah. Second of all — does this even exist in English ? —, I'm blunt, and... Difficult, yes, very difficult. But I like being upfront about it because I think my Master — where are you? I'm tired of waiting, come fuck me — would just give me a blue eye (mine are green currently) if I disrespected him, not abandon me. No, that's just being sensitive, and I have this internal belief that if you cannot make people submit, if you only like the "little scared lamb" subs who are so broken they kneel to their own shadow, then that's good for you, life will be easier, but please refer to another advertisement, not mine.

I'm not expecting to get much out of this fragment of a text, but know that I'm always open to talk and make friendships.

Also, I was not born a Canadian. Mind you, you are not born a Canadian, you become one, as stated by Simone de Beauvoir. All that to say : please, feel free to text me in French, English, Portuguese, even Spanish (I could use a bit of practice).

Affectionately,

Me :)