I'm a writer, teacher, model-slash-actor, citizen of the world, and book nerd. I'm into nineteenth-century print culture, books of any kind, performance art, beauty stuff, live music.
What I’m doing with my life
Working, writing (also work), auditions, yoga, more yoga,
meditating, planning my next trip, hanging out with friends, trying
to decide if I should go back for my PhD, staring out the window...
I’m really good at
conversation, cooking, crocheting, alliteration (apparently). Being
a fun date. Not taking small stuff too seriously. Not taking things
The first things people usually notice about me
Good question. Probably my vocabulary if I'm feeling smug.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Authors/Poets: Toni Morrison, Flannery O'Connor, Poe, Carl Sagan,
Music: Father John Misty, Ty Segal, Camera Obscura, The Clash, The Black Lips, silly pop music, The Ponys
Food: French, Vietnamese, sushi, tacos, sugar
The six things I could never do without
books, my laptop, coffee, my friends, my passport, a good pen with
I spend a lot of time thinking about
finishing my unfinished book, the origin of the universe, and my place in it
After work tonight, back at my apartment, I happened to notice a little bird chirping outside my window. A sweet little thing, pudgy, with a white crest and shiny, teal-black head. He was hanging on a wire just waiting for me to greet him. I sat down on my sofa and pried opened the window extra wide, hoping he might burst into an ornamented, melodious tune, and then he and his friends would fly into my parlor and they'd tie ribbons in my hair, as it happened so often in the Disney films of my youth.
But instead he just chirped, but it was a pointed chirp, an exhorting chirp... clearly he was trying to tell me something. Just then my phone told me I received an email from OKC. Was it a sign?
So I asked the feathered oracle: "Say little bird, you think I'll meet someone special anytime soon? A really great guy, who will watch movies with me and get my weird shit and tickle me until I scream?"
Immediately he stopped chirping and peered at me sideways to get a good, long look. He then hopped off the wire and flew right into the side of my building.
On a typical Friday night I am
at home reading or watching a movie usually. occasionally out to
dinner with friends.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
anything. just ask. :)
You should message me if
You're educated, intelligent, healthy, emotionally sophisticated and available (logistically available is helpful too), and have your life together. I tend to prefer scruffy, outdoorsy, masculine types. Not really into slick guys, religious-types, married, taken, poly, or maniacal sports fans. If your profile doesn't have photos or questions answered, I have a hard time wanting to respond to you.
If you'd like to message:
* It's really strange when men write direct sexual propositions to me as an ice breaker. I understand the impulse to say crazy stuff to a stranger, but it likely won't make for a good start to anything. Nothing personal, just wanted to mention that.