I love large bodies of fresh water where I can swim. i like sharing stories with people and hearing theirs.
i like shy people and goofy people and people who don't feel exactly like either gender. (i like others, too, if you don't fit any of these categories.) (I'm mostly drawn to queer folk.)
I keep telling myself I'll stop traveling, but I seem to do it a lot.
Here are some highlights of my life (excluding relationships):
--I almost died twice before one years old: major stomach surgery at 6 months and severe reaction to inoculations before going overseas (two weeks in intensive care).
--I grew up in a log cabin (five people, two bed rooms...) in the woods of Appalachia with an outhouse, spring water, wood stove, etc.
--I traveled in southeast asia for six months when i was 23, hiking two weeks in the Himalayas, participating in the Songkran water festival in Chaing Mai (where everyone dumps water on each other, ANYWHERE, day or night, onside or out), visiting an orangutan sanctuary and getting pink eye (unrelated, except on the color wheel) in Sumatra; and entering a Buddhist monastery in Thailand, where i lived through intense versions of lust, pain, ecstasy, evil, and nothingness--all while sitting silently on the quiet temple grounds.
--I lived on a queer commune in where i baked bread, milked goats, wrote, caved, sauna-ed, participated in a lot of meetings, and cooked (sometimes for up to 200 people during our festivals).
Other key words I didn't fit in: philly bicycles writing queer disability rights transgender activism other travel spiritual social justice environment bread baking puns fiction cooking intentional community dyslexia meeting famous people