I try not to be a dick. Because, as I am told, dick is abundant and of low value.
I used to bounce around a lot with things; I usually had 20 projects on various burners at once, with 2-3 really distracting me at any given time. Now I'm largely focused on school, and have decided that I will be a boring hermit for the next two years.
I overuse ellipses.
I'm a nerd, and I know everyone is a nerd now, but I still remember when it was a very bad thing, so I'm a little old-school that way. That said, I'm not really focused enough to be a geek about anything.
I draw stuff. I write stuff. Reading stories aloud, and making up new ones.
I'm told that I'm really good with my hands.
Making a certain subset of people laugh quite a lot. Not everyone gets this, though.
Cooking, especially dinners.
If you run into me online, the first things you notice (so I'm told) is wry little comments. Seriously, I've had strangers facebook me on the basis of my comments on their friends' posts. A lot. Which is a nice, if unprofitable, talent to have.
Movies: Star Wars (originals), Amelie, The Muppet Movie, Gladiator, Killer Condom, Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter, Shortbus, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Ink, Lilo and Stitch. I think Kevin Smith is a douche but I laugh at everything he's made, possibly because I suspect my life is one of his movies. Tired of zombies, sad there are so few good dinosaur or werewolf movies (a good dinosaur AND werewolf movie would make me so happy).
TV: For a long time this was blank, bt lately I've been watching Penny Dreadful, and have gotten my girls watching Buffy and Angel. I lived The IT Crowd (that's not a typo), so I don't know if that counts.
Music: Too much to mention. Create a matrix of "Building a Mystery" and Alice Cooper's "Poison" and you have a blueprint of my romantic sensibilities. Especially with a sampling of La Valse d'Amelie.
Food: Like music, tastes are too wide to list. Ethnic is good, spicy ethnic is better. I've discovered that I can throw together an awesome mole from scratch just by grabbing stuff from my kitchen shelves. I don't eat cephalopods because I suspect they will one day rule the world.
Whatever happened to making out? Sex is great and all, but since I was maybe in my mid 20s, any sexually charged contact that doesn't end in orgasm seems generally to be regarded as a failure. Something that "didn't go anywhere"; making out is sure as hell somewhere, dammit. Did everyone else just become completely desensitized to frantic touching through fabric, the victorious moment when a hand finally works its way through a shirt?
Art; specifically, illustration, animation. Poetry. How I can achieve animation in still illustrations. And stuff like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBk3ynRbtsw
How best to permit children to grow into their educated, well-rounded, well-adjusted selves instead of molding them into what the people in charge want them to be. How to teach them to think without teaching them WHAT to think. How to work within a paradigm of schools and school days when I detest schools and all they do to children and imply for society.
Why the culture is so obsessed with the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon all of a sudden; it's all I ever hear about lately.
Until recently, and hopefully once more some day: At some sort of tiny live entertainment on the Lower East Side -- burlesque, storytelling, music, something. Mostly as an audience, but I'd recently taken a step into producing them.
Fortunately, it was pretty good. The food.
...you're a smart, extroverted, freaky-artsy woman with some social awareness, unconventional sensibilities, a "fuck that" attitude, little use for gender roles, and a macabre streak (this can be quite a big streak, really) who is not looking for monogamy or to have children -- at least, not mine, unless you want my existing children, in which case I'll pay postage. (Haha, that was a joke, CPS.) You don't have to be queer, but it seems to help. Tats, piercings, other mods, and/or unnaturally-colored hair are all good indicators, but none are necessary.
Especially if you're Amanda Palmer. I hear you and Neil are open. I celebrate that every day.
Oh, and if you're looking for "Straight Guys Only", I'll be suspicious of you. I'm basically a straight guy myself, but I wonder why you'd exclude the queer dudes. What up with that?