I'm called "Clark" in your language. My location is shown as "space", but I'm grounded in Essex, UK until I can fix the planetary excursion module. The inertial stabilization cylinder was punctured during emergency touchdown. That made a hell of a mess, which was fun, though a bit scary. I've fixed the damage, but it would be foolhardy to launch without refilling it. It takes standard, optical-emission kryptogloop, which is a viscous liquid about the consistency of custard, but it's green and it glows in the dark. I need about twenty litres per occupant. The module can lift a maximum of four humanoids to the deep space vehicle, so if you can find me enough gloop I can give you a lift to anywhere within about a thousand parsecs. The journey doesn't take long, but don't plan on getting home any time soon; Einstein was right.
Getting messy has excited me for as long as I can remember. When I was about ten (as best as I can guess) I thought up a scheme of making a slapstick film with my parents' Standard 8 cine camera, with pies and mud, just so I could get the girl from the house opposite messy. I dug a mud pit as deep as I could, and made a 'foot bog', 'cos the girl said she wouldn't go in the mud pit. Unfortunately, the film never got made.
I put jam on my first girlfriend's breasts (and licked it off) the night I lost my virginity. She said "You're clever"! I thought; "kinky, yes; but clever?"
There's a lot of angst about being a mess lover, but I've found it to be quite popular. I think that most people, of whatever sexual orientation, are excited by getting messed up, hence the popularity of slapstick. It's something to do with crossing a boundary of intimacy, knowing what sensation the messed person must be experiencing, and knowing that clothes are going to have to come off. It's also very sensual, of course.
I'm not embarrassed by my kink, but I'm discrete because (a) people love to gossip about this, and some people can get quite unpleasant about it and (b) Earthlings have a tendency to treat aliens quite badly, or at least that's what I've seen in your films.
I'm basically heterosexual, but masculinity and messed up men don't dampen my ardour, and I have had two boyfriends over the years. I've got messy with several women in that time, most of whom were either enthusiastic, or enjoyed it once they got started.
Despite my alien / Superman jokes, Clark really is my name; I think my mum had a thing for Gone With the Wind. Do message me, I'll be glad to hear from you, though I probably won't approve a friend request, er, unless we become friends (just seems sensible to me...).
Hi, Just a quick reminder that the Essex mud meet for the 23rd & 24th is now fast approaching and would love you to be there on the Saturday or Sunday or better still both.
Please can you let me know eather way if you can or cannot make it
I'm called "Clark" in your language. My location is shown as "space", but I'm grounded in Essex, UK until I can fix the planetary excursion module. The inertial stabilization cylinder was punctured during emergency touchdown. That made a hell of a mess, which was fun, though a bit scary. I've fixed the damage, but it would be foolhardy to launch without refilling it. It takes standard, optical-emission kryptogloop, which is a viscous liquid about the consistency of custard, but it's green and it glows in the dark. I need about twenty litres per occupant. The module can lift a maximum of four humanoids to the deep space vehicle, so if you can find me enough gloop I can give you a lift to anywhere within about a thousand parsecs. The journey doesn't take long, but don't plan on getting home any time soon; Einstein was right.
Getting messy has excited me for as long as I can remember. When I was about ten (as best as I can guess) I thought up a scheme of making a slapstick film with my parents' Standard 8 cine camera, with pies and mud, just so I could get the girl from the house opposite messy. I dug a mud pit as deep as I could, and made a 'foot bog', 'cos the girl said she wouldn't go in the mud pit. Unfortunately, the film never got made.
I put jam on my first girlfriend's breasts (and licked it off) the night I lost my virginity. She said "You're clever"! I thought; "kinky, yes; but clever?"
There's a lot of angst about being a mess lover, but I've found it to be quite popular. I think that most people, of whatever sexual orientation, are excited by getting messed up, hence the popularity of slapstick. It's something to do with crossing a boundary of intimacy, knowing what sensation the messed person must be experiencing, and knowing that clothes are going to have to come off. It's also very sensual, of course.
I'm not embarrassed by my kink, but I'm discrete because (a) people love to gossip about this, and some people can get quite unpleasant about it and (b) Earthlings have a tendency to treat aliens quite badly, or at least that's what I've seen in your films.
I'm basically heterosexual, but masculinity and messed up men don't dampen my ardour, and I have had two boyfriends over the years. I've got messy with several women in that time, most of whom were either enthusiastic, or enjoyed it once they got started.
Despite my alien / Superman jokes, Clark really is my name; I think my mum had a thing for Gone With the Wind. Do message me, I'll be glad to hear from you, though I probably won't approve a friend request, er, unless we become friends (just seems sensible to me...).
Best wishes,
Clark