Isaiah: The Good, The Bad and the Horny

  Okay. I'm 22 now. Fuck. To be completely honest, I didn't expect to live to 22: not in a suicidal way, more that I could never actually envision myself as a human who has lived for 22 years. Looking back, it felt a lot like trying to imagine a fully-fledged person, and instead being met by a shadowy outline floating about in the corner of the room, like some sleep paralysis demon. Only horny. But as I sat there, on my desk, counting down the minutes to midnight, composing scheduled tweets to get me through the morning stress-free, I began to wonder: what does it mean to become 'older'? Given the world of kink and fetish, I've always surrounded myself, and even felt more attracted to, men who were older and ESPECIALLY more experienced than me. I saw these people as metaphorical goal-posts in the theory and practice of BDSM, people to aspire to become. These folks in their latex/lycra/leather, feeling self-confident in themselves and their abilities, able to tame a ...