I am a 33 year old Performer/Performance Poet/Voyager. By this I mean I am always exploring the scarier sides of myself, and my creativity. I have been called brave. A more accurate description is that in my 30s I have finally realized how little I know about myself. That is a very empty feeling, and I suppose the first step towards self-awareness. I'm tired of looking in the mirror everyday and seeing a stranger. Also self-discovery is fun; albeit terrifying.

My Dad died this year in January and one message I got out of it was that if I wanted my dreams to happen I must take charge of them. That said I uprooted my home in Vancouver with a suitcase and carry-on boarded the Greyhound and moved to Ottawa. I arrived today. Anyone want to show me around?

Fact of the matter is there are just way more opportunities in this city for performance, and I am finally taking myself seriously.

Attempting to do that which makes me happy, and scorning that which doesn't. Also that which makes other happy. I try to find an opportunity to laugh at everything. I think it is hilarious how seriously we take ourselves, when so much of what we are living and who we are is perceived from such a bias, skewed perspective. Ants raging against fate, thinking we are Masters of the Universe. There is great irony is this, and the more tragic the circumstances the greater opportunity for irony. Although, I don't often discover this irony till far after said tragic event.

I live a pretty minimalist lifestyle, by choice as well as necessity. All my worldly possessions could and have fit in the small backseat of a car or recently a bus. I think it's safe to say that at this point I am a true born-to-be artist, and after 15 years of trying to make it in the 9-5 world I realized definitively it doesn't sustain me, and that my work, my words, my performances, publications will not only be my career, but my lifepath, as long as I am here to walk it.

Long conversations and making people laugh. Being spontaneous and silly on a whim...laughing for no reason. Also at being an open book, and still being incredibly difficult for people to understand. I finally realized that was because there are so many different aspects of me that I still don't understand and haven't fully grasped. Therefore, how can I expect others to.

Asking probing, and uncomfortable questions. I find people fascinating, and I want to know as much about what makes them wonderful and unique as possible. This adds a very intense and sincere quality to my personality. TMI...is a concept which I am just now fully starting to appreciate.

Telling you exactly what I think whether you want to hear it or not. I believe as a friend, or in a relationship that more harm is done by telling others what they want to hear. I think it is a true sign of friendship when you can share difficult truths with each other, and indeed it is something I require from the people in my life, otherwise they don't stay in my life very long.

Well I have been told several times that I look like John Candy. So perhaps that...No ripped six pack I, nay the Teddy Bear Keg. Also, I have a habit of burying myself in books while reading, so perhaps your first sighting will involve me bashing my head into a telephone pole in my voracious search for knowledge.

People also tell me...I have gorgeous eyes. On the rare occasions I take these glasses off that is.

So many. I adore anything by Tom Robbins. Jitterbug Perfume, Even Cowgirls Get The Blues, Another Roadside Attraction, on and on. Douglas Adam's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. The whole five part omnibus. A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy O'Toole. Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Terry Goodkind, Robert Jordan, Dune, The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Guy Gavriel Kay's earlier work especially. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho...many, many more.

I also adore the classics such as: Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court, The Canterbury Tales, Beouwulf, Ivanhoe...the Iliad. I am also a big fan of Dickens and Steinbeck. There is almost nothing I will not carnivorously consume from the trashy to the terrific.

So many great movies I love. Delicatessen, Amelie, The Boy Who Could Fly, Dirty Pretty Things, Sin City, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe and Prince Caspian. The Harry Potter Movies, 300, The Dark Knight, The Original Spiderman movie, The Incredible Hulk, The Truman Show, Ace Ventura Pet Detective, Seven Years in Tibet, and so many more I can't think of right now. Knocked Up, Super Bad, The 40 year old Virgin, Pineapple Express, Zach and Miri Make a Porno. Brain Damage...this last is a psychotically awesome mind fuck of a horror film. Speaking of mind fucks...Titus was also spectacular. Fight Club, Twelve Monkeys...Primal Fear...All the Nightmare on Elm Street Movies...The last Unicorn. Star Wars Movies...could go on for days. Right now...I am bubbling over about a tiny independent British Movie I can't wait to see called Submarine. I love movies in general, and many of the best ones never play major theatres frankly. Don't get me started.

I also love all types of music, with a special fondness for Celtic and folk music, jazz riffs, as well as the unusual and alternative.

Love all foods...except for tofu...horseradish...uncooked onions...I suggest however, if you have never tried a pupusa before you must do this...there is a Great Salvadorean Restaurant on Commercial Drive which makes amazing ones.

Laughter, friends, hope/dreams, love in general, my sense of humor, Art in all of its forms...and I would have said sex, but it has been a while, and I am still kicking, so perhaps my dirty mind to fill in the blanks between...

The person I want to become. The nature of self. My writing. About how shallowness is so encouraged in this culture, and how embracing your own uniqueness inevitably leads to long periods alone.

Sometimes you will catch me curled up with a good book. Other times I will be out and about performing at some open mic...or buried facedown in my computer keypad writing. Still other times you will catch me staring at the TV, mesmerized by WWE professional wrestlers beating the snot out of each other for little to no reason. Sometimes in disturbingly violent ways. What can I say it's addictive? Best way to think of it is a soap opera with testosterone. I am a dilettante in regards to interests and activities, meaning I like a bit of everything, but sometimes have trouble committing fully to one activity or interest.

Some things are better left in person. If you really want to know. I will tell you. In time.

Any of the following:

You are openminded and creative.
You are non-judgemental.
You are loyal and caring.
You are an intelligent, thoughtful human being.

You are an individual (meaning you think for yourself, you embrace your own quirks, and are willing to be genuine)
If you are not perfect...and you don't try to be, or pretend to be, or expect me to be.

If you are a bit of an eccentric...
You are sick of skin deep friendships and relationships...and are interested in developing a connection (friendship or otherwise) that is long lasting and meaningful).
You are not afraid to laugh at yourself, or at me
You appreciate simple things.
You are looking for ways to improve yourself, and likeminded people to grow with.
If you are interested or intrigued in any way...
If you haven't given my profile the middle finger and moved on by this point.