Hawlo! I'm called Dempsey; I'm a donkey of the young collegiate variety, anthropomorphized into this unpersonage because in real life I'm a man of the young collegiate variety posted as a creative writing major in kaleidoscopic New England, and I guess that station necessarily stuffed me into this form as an homage to Candlewick and Nick Bottom. Outside of this glassy electric rectangle, I'm actually quite the ass, which supports my unpersonage, though I like to think I serve as some comic relief to the people who are forced into proximity with me, at least. I bray, but I don't bite, so feel free to say hello. Lastly, I am very happily settled in with my wolfy mate, so don't forget that this ass's ass belongs to his ass.

I'll leave the lyrics to a terrific Harry Roy song, "It's The Animal In Me", here, which sums my interest in all of "this" well:

"My heart beats with the tum-tum beat,
Drawn to the rhythm in a savage jungle heat,
My emotion shut out, they want to be free.
Now I need love to keep alive, without it I cannot survive!
What makes something in me seem - Oh! I've got to have my fling!
Let me free! Woof woof! It's the animal in me!
What makes something in me raw, howl and growl, oh kiss me more!
Can't you see? It's the animal in me!"

Lastly, as a writer, I am generally OPEN FOR COMMISSIONED WORKS, relatively short in length, sexual or otherwise. So if you'd care to indulge me, please send me a note!