First of all thank you Flic for starting this thread.
Perb is a community. A fucked up one at times, by a community nevertheless. (Honestly, I could do with less of the bro trolls and their incessant misogyny, but oh well).
And what we do is really, in the grand scheme of things, fucked up. The majority of us are cheating on our significant others (me included). In a perfect world we would have the courage to resolve why we’re not having sex with our SO, but it takes two to tango (or two to not tango as the case may be). So we come here to the Perb watering hole to commiserate with the other jackels to slake our thirst for sex. For the most part forgiving each other, without judgement (except for the troll bros who love to cast the first stone) for our kinks and sins. Where else in our pathetic lives (and I mean this with love and no malice because we are all pathetic in our own unique ways) can we do that?
I’m also grateful to Perb because over the years I’ve met, in person, a number of blokes who have become Perb friends over lunch or coffee and we just talk shit. It might be about investing or it might be about the hottest SP we’ve banged; or it might be about some unspeakable kink that can’t even be shared on Perb. But the bottom line is that it is fucking liberating to be able to share with an other human our experiences in this shadow world where no one else would understand our peculiar addiction without judgement or admonishment.
So, yes, Perb, I raise a glass to you, and all the rogues, and charlatans, and miscreants who huddle in the shelter of your bosom.
PS. And I also raise a glass to the Mods, who put up with an inordinate amount of shit from clearly dysfunctional humans and keep Perb from descending into complete chaos.
PPS. And I raise a glass to all the SPs who put up with our bullshit on Perb and elsewhere. I worship at the altar of your breasts and kitty kats, but more so at the compassion you show wretched souls like me. I love all of you without reservation for allowing me (and my compadres) - even if only for payment and in 60-minute increments - a fleeting taste of the oxygen of intimacy that we would otherwise suffocate without.