I am a caricature of everything I wanted to be as a child. I'm a bohemian metrosexual. I put a lot of energy and thought into looking this cheap and discordantly dressed.

I am a role model to all children. I'm slightly fearful I've made an entire generation of boys think wearing pink is cool. I'm more fearful that a smaller subset of that generation will think it's cool and then head off to middle school and get punched.

I climb trees higher than is appropriate. I probably feel too comfortable on a jungle gym. I play "The Ground's Hot Lava" regardless of who's watching.

I don't buy pre-made food with more than five ingredients. The most processed thing I buy is bread. I haven't eaten meat in 13 years.

I use "I" statements in sequences of three. I'm unpredictable.

I'm an awkward amalgam of Brian Kinney and bell hooks. If you don't get both sides of this coin you missed the point.

I'm attracted to both women and men, but I don't think I could date a straight person. Even if our genitals are mismatched, it'll be a queer relationship.

P.S.
9x-6i>9x-18u

After journeying through varying lifestyles and careers (TV spokesperson, middle-management-hack, workaholic, student, journalist), I had a totally awesome made-for-an-Oxygen-channel-movie quarter-life crisis and became incapable of working anywhere without purpose. I make a fraction of what I use to but I no longer sit in my car and think "WHY!?" on a daily basis so I'm happy.

I currently teach elementary school kids math and spelling via huge, high-energy games, and write for a local political organization like there's no tomorrow. I recently discovered RSS and it's like crack. If crack is good for you. Having steered clear of hard drugs in my youth, I'll take your word for it.

During my moments of free time, I bike, cook from scratch, dance till I'm sweaty, and gulp scotch.

I volunteer everywhere, am obsessed with local politics and think activists are super hot (which makes me.... wait for it....).

People tell me I get a lot done but I just don't watch television and I drink a lot of coffee. How could you not be out there being a part of your community?

I want so dearly to spend another half a decade in college but have zero desire to pay the current immoral and imprudent tuition rates, so I'm seeking out knowledge anywhere I can find it. Teach me. I'll return the favor.

EMPATHY MOTHER FUCKERS!

Most Games.

Cooking.

Talking to Strangers.

Saving the World.

Building Community.

Infamy.

I'm probably talking to you. I fill awkward silences like it's my job.

I fail miserably at reading books but manage to read through over a thousand RSS feeds a day. I find books I'm super interested in reading and then fail about a third of the way through.

I am in love with Le Sexoflex - although I won't defend it as anything other than miraculous. - http://vimeo.com/12558920

I also really like Nerd-Core Hip Hop, conscious rap, and albums describe in iTunes as "Gay Pop." I've been asked multiple times to write music reviews in the past and always refuse because I know my tastes are shit. But I shake my ass a lot.

VEGETABLES FROM TRADER JOES! And olive oil. And Sriracha. And Mozzarella. Now I'm fucking hungry.

Also I am a fucking amazing cook.

Internet, a bicycle, my disturbingly-close group of friends, scotch, a sense of adventure, a smart phone.

Politics.

How many ex-sex partners I can have as FaceBook friends.

How far into the future it will be before someone who's had photos of their penis posted to the Internet can run for President.

Whether the system as it is benefits me unfairly.

Income distribution, regressive taxation, why poor children don't have access to health care, why poor people don't have access to health care, why rich people don't have access to quality health care.

Math. And the philosophies that can be derived from it.

The man in the mirror.

drinking and surrounded by people I like. My roommate and I have a rule that we can go on dates with people during the week but Friday night is roommie night. We're super fun and I know you're jealous.

I don't think we really have privacy these days (but god bless the ACLU for trying). I have no filter and wear my heart on my sleeve and/or as my Facebook status update.

I kicked off a flash mob for Seattle Pride wearing only a pair of uncomfortable heels, a disco bra and some tight black underwear in front of my mother, niece, and about 10,000 strangers.

I'm an open book that's still being written.

...you're feeling courageous
...you're up for at least one crazy evening.
...you're in or around Seattle, I'm not a commuter.