There are certain things you can Google. For everything else, there’s MasterCard.

I have to open that way because this all feels … surreal. The first time we talked, she wanted me to snuff her, and now she wants to be my slave and financially support me (and has already sent money).

I know this is not a BDSM community, and that’s all I’ll say on this front, but she’s late-20s, pre-op and seemingly enamoured of the fact that I see her as a woman. Texting with her, as we started, she seemed totally passable … we hit a giant fucking speedbump when she sent art of random chicks, and I had a come-to-Jesus moment after the reveal after being gangr**ed in college and faced with cock again.

It was not the easiest 24 hours I’ve had.

Net result, we’re out the other end, and since she’s at the start of her journey, she wants me to give her a name.

There is some … not irony, but … one of my first memories is of watching The Neverending Story on a TV wheeled into a ski lodge so the kids could watch while the parents drank. I’m not going to provide a synopsis here, but the elder son of my second ex wife (always a phrase you want to be able to use) was Atreau.

The thrust of the movie at large is giving a name to a new girl. There are some twists and turns.

And so here I return to this well. I fucking hope Amanda was a good choice. She just felt that way.

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