The perfect boy:

He would be expressive.

He would be submissive, or at least honestly willing to experiment and to communicate his feelings about his submission.

He would have long hair, or at the very least hair long enough to play with and pull a bit.

He would read Terry Pratchett, Tom Robbins, Douglas Adams, and Tara K. Harper. He would also read people I maybe haven't heard of, always looking for new good authors.

He would listen to music similar to the music I listen to... and he would have some idea of WHY I listen to the music I do.

He would understand that for me, love and pain are so intertwined that I have a hard time separating them at times.

He would understand that at those times, I don't WANT to separate them.

He would trust me, and want to earn my trust.

He would believe me when I tell him that I trust him... and when I tell him other things. He would know that I would never lie to him without a VERY good reason, and even then I would tell him the truth as soon as it was possible.

He would know how to say "I love you" in bato'cirn.

He would know how to say "I fear you" in bato'cirn.

He would know how to say "I miss you" in bato'cirn.

He would have good reasons to say all of these occasionally.

He would be snugglable, and not at all ashamed to snuggle and cuddle.

He would enjoy sex, but understand that pressuring me into sex is a Very Bad Plan. Begging for it, however, is not. *grins*

He would get along well with Grr.

He would like chocolate, red meat, and green olives.

He would occasionally surprise me with macadamia nuts, fresh-picked wildflowers, or just a hug and a bit of reassurance.

He would understand that he had the power to frighten me, not by his actions, but simply by how much I cared about him. He would not use this against me.

He would cooperate with my hungers.

He would have hungers, too.

He would show me his own hungers, and not be horrified if I was willing and able to satisfy them.

He would understand that I actually would rather have normal sex than be eaten out... but that this doesn't mean I have any hesitation in using MY mouth if he enjoys it and it amuses me.

He would tell me when he needed or wanted something that I could provide.

He would at least TRY to understand why I chose to do so, if I denied it - he would know that if it was truly important, he could say so, and I would not deny it.

He would sing to me, sometimes.

He would joke about my Furre 'fetish', and play along with it sometimes.

He would find me a plush skunk. *grins*

He would understand that I intend to live my life fully, as I wish, and that although I would welcome his ideas and suggestions and input, the decisions about what ~I~ do are, in the end, my own decisions.

He would also understand just how much power he actually had to influence those... and he would not use that power against me without good reason.

He would read Sluggy Freelance because he enjoyed it.

He would know that if I watch "Tank Girl", I'm going to want to get laid.

He would understand that I love who I love for my own reasons, and that there is nothing he could do to interfere with or change my love for anyone... including himself... nor could anyone else interfere with or change my love for him.

He would feel completely terrified and completely safe in my arms, both at the same time, sometimes.

He would be able to cry on my shoulder.

He wouldn't get too upset if I cried on his.

He would like "Karma Slave" for his own reasons.

He would be honest, not just to me or to other people, but to himself as well.

He would want the best for himself and for the people he cares about.

He would be brave for me.

He would be brave for himself.

He would cry sometimes at sappy movies or romantic songs.

He would know me well enough to make stew as a surprise meal, even if it didn't turn out too great.

He would let me learn him well enough to know what he would like for a surprise meal.

He would enjoy chinese food, and Outlaw Star, and have at least heard of Furcadia.

He would understand my need to own him.

He would give himself to me.

He would know that when he did, I was his as surely as he was mine.

He would love me, and know that I loved him.

He would find guppie-bubble-kisses amusing.

He would know that just seeing him bound would leave me breathless and aroused.

He would stay with me through the hard times as well as the good times. He wouldn't call me 'stupid' for staying with him.

He would never purposely hurt me unless I asked him to and had a good reason for asking.

If I asked him for something, anything, that it was in his power to give, he would say yes. He would understand that most of the time, just hearing that 'yes' would mean enough to me that I wouldn't even WANT the thing, then. It's the thought that counts.

If it was NOT something he could give, he would tell me, and not lie to me.

He would tell me bedtime stories.

He would be willing to dress up for me sometimes.

He would be there for me.

He would know that I was there for him.

He would be happy, being with me.