Introduction and a bit of why I am here

Ahem (barely audible shuffling of feet, head bobbing up and then back down, nervously...)
Good morning, fellow classmates and (I must assume) a ner-do-well or three...I am here seeking what my user name spells out, namely, to become Master's Fuc Toi. Throw in Daddy's fuc toi just top broaden my prospects. I exist in the Great North Wet, as we here refer to the Northwest quadrant of our gawd forsaken cunt-tree. Without further ado, lets jump right into my myriad limitations/psychiatric baggage/other flotsam and jetsam....
Coming of age when I did, I would love for someone to point to the trans woman who is not burdened with P.T.S.D....I am the poster child for such. I spent 4 years as an EMT in the service, hauling on my Huey the most extreme wounds and injuries one could imagine, but if you ask me, all my P.T.S.D. crap flows from the treatment I've enjoyed at the hands of 'the Haters' (you know who you are - the people who are so small in every possible way , so imbued with timidity, that the only way they know to feel good about being a tall, heap 'o stinkin' dog s#@t is to ridicule and/or physically assault those with the audacity to be 'different'. And authentic. Ah therein lies the rub. I have been robbed, beaten, raped and more, yet I walk in fear of no thing and no man. I refuse to live my life cowering is a dark corner, shaking like a dog shitting razor blades. But still, undeniably, I have been affected....which is a terribly long-way-'round-the-barn to this - I have a terrible, almost impossible time traveling. You will not find me shuffling off to Buffalo, nor glibly running to get aboard a 'big ole jet airliner' (extra bonus points for the musical reference). I rarely leave my house during daylight hours. A vampire-like creature I am, and a vampire like creature I shall be, never straying far from my coffin filled with the dirt with gives me life from night to night. So, Master/Daddy, you must be within reasonable travel time from Portland, the definition of reasonable being somewhat elastic and malleable.
A second limitation is this, and don't ask me to explain...one can not explain such desires other than to say '...it's what is in my head.' The new ship's captain will of necessity be a 'heavy-set' dude, a dad-bod kinda guy, boy next door who don't really exercise much and likes the worst cuisine. Worst in terms of waist line, I mean. There, I said it...yet another closet I jumped out of.
Enough for today, classmates and scoundrels. I promise much more, just not promising when.....so stay on your toes. Be good, and if you can't be good, don't get caught being not-good.
fuctoi