Genuinely, I admire his wit and shrewdness — even if part of it stems from Daisy. They’re building an empire, making no empty promises, simply recognising their worth. Meanwhile, others sit there, one hand on their dick, the other furiously typing about a man who just refuses to hand out his nudes for free.
While you hide behind an anonymous alias, spewing opinions about how he should live or run his business, wanking vigorously for your next ejac, drooling over him, he’s out there seeing the world, investing in his future, and protecting his peace — not giving two fucks about what people who lust after him think. Not everyone’s taste, perhaps, but at least he’s living on his own terms — good for him.
I wank to him, I fantasise about him, but he also inspires me. As a man, as a gay man (which he isn’t and I am), but above all, as someone smart enough to know silence is louder than noise. He’s a quiet storm — and most of us are just getting off on the calm and confidence he exudes.