My mood is variable. Mercurial. I never know when I enter my dungeon what's going to be on the menu until I spend a few moments with the guy I'm playing with.

His vulnerability or his horniness or his selflessness or his shyness or whatever - his headspace becomes my sketchpad. It's not so much about my giving him what he needs (although it's good when that happens because it means he'll be back - and they usually do come back), but about taking my inspiration from the raw material in front of me.

By the way (and I'm not convinced it matters but I offer it anyway), I'm a guy.