Guys. Seriously. This one is from the heart. (Or as close to one as I have.) It’s going to hurt at first, but I’m asking you with a genuine plea – stick around until the end. I’m good with words…but I’m not good at apologies. I’m a male dominant. It’s what I am, from my vanilla personality on through my career, and down into my sex life, my marriage, the women in my home, and out throughout the rest of my life. I don’t play it at a play party, and I don’t dress up for the sex – I just am who I am. I didn’t start that way. I started out as a confused teen boy looking for a boyfriend, all the way back in 1996. I knew none of the terminology, had no clue what the hell I was looking for – I just wanted an older, prettier boyfriend. And since I was younger - of course he'd be the Top, right? Wasn't how that was supposed to work? The guy I found was what we now call a “dumbinate”. He was a cute volleyball player who had just graduated my high sch