Helo! Evidently this fancy contraption is a decent way to meet folks, yeah? Or so I’ve heard. Unless all of my mates at the station are taking the fucking piss, but I’m gonna trust ‘em for now and go for this. I’m Morgan— you can call me Mor or Mo or Sir ( I’m gonna go ahead and make that a thing for all of you submissively inclined cuties ). I’m a London boy. My accent’s a bit hard to understand sometimes and I fight fires for a living? With my bare hands. Totally. 

Seventeen years isn’t nearly long enough a sentence for the fools who saw fit to blatantly lie about their designations.  

So all I can tell from looking at this site is that we’re supposed to post some sort of introduction thing. So here’s mine - 

I guess this is overdue--how did I manage limited internet in Russia? Your guess is as good as mine.

I watched that Netflix documentary, “Voyeur” about the guy who bought a motel just to spy on people and now I’m having a major paranoia crisis. Just like… Everything is a double sided mirror and there’s a bug in every potted plant.

The trippiest thing happened to me today, man; I found 4 Scooby Doo pieces in my Star Wars fruit snacks pouch.  

I’ve been talking to one of the charities I’m a volunteer at, I’m willing to help out with this project to raise some funds. Since I have a lot of free time lately, I’ve decided I’m going to make a calendar to help them raise money.