I'm not dark. I'm bright and shiny and all things rainbows and kittens. I'm scatterbrained, but not an idiot. I'm the girl that stops to look at the shiny pretty thing - the flower, the shoes, the interesting bug (that doesn't look like it has painful pointy bits to use on me). I love owning shoes, and hate wearing them. I'm a hippie at heart, trying to find the motivation to conform to corporate standards and failing about half the time. I'm allergic to my favorite beer, I still have my ViewMaster from when I was a kid, and my room is always a mess.
I am a cluttered dusty attic of a girl, which means I'm full of fascinating little corners, strange old toys, skittery mice, and will possibly make you sneeze.
Staying home makes me happy a good portion of the time. I love cuddling up to consume media and share personal space with someone I care about. I'm a horrid cook, though I love to surround myself with foodies. Go me for having good taste. ;)
TL;DR: Basically, I am the Manic Pixie Dream Girl after the movie ends. I will most certainly open your eyes to new universes and encourage you to find yourself - but I am an adult with my own desires and passions, and I won't put those aside for someone else's self-exploration or ambition.
Of note: My best friend told me recently, "The people that draw you are like art. They've got some color and sparkle to them. There's nothing wrong with that. You will never look back and say, "oh yes, that guy... they just all blend together." You look for somebody who sparkles, who is unlike everyone else. This is to be admired, my dear." These words describe what I seek in such a perfect way, and I don't think I could ever have said it better.
I'm a queer polyamorous kinky geek, which means I absolutely love to get into discussions and nerd out over relationships, gender, sexuality, BDSM, and anything else you can come up with. Intelligent, rational discussions like these make me incredibly happy. (NOTE: This is not actually an invitation to start a conversation by talking about sex. If I'm being nice I'll ignore those. If not, I'll let you know exactly how inappropriate that is.)
My life is a fairly open book, though there are still some separations and secrets that I keep. My insecurities still tend to hide themselves when it's time to face up to them, but that's simply part of being human.
Things I like: The word fuck. Cartoons. The word cunt. JC Chasez. DMB. Phish. Cibo Matto. Blind Man's Sun. BT. Good grammar. Proper spelling and punctuation. Intelligence. That rare person that can actually rein me in. Determination. Musicians. Nerds. Geeks. Gamers. The truly unique. Language of any kind. Intellectualizing. Stargazing. Yoga. Dr. Pepper. Goldschlager. Bawls. Pasta. Rice. Chopsticks. Mild clutter. Cluttered minds. Fast cars. Oxymorons. Learning new music. Analyzing music. Writing music. Actually making a melody to my satisfaction. Cats. Thunderstorms. Poker. James Spader. Michael Rosenbaum. Nathan Fillion. Tabletop RPGs. Elves. Faeries. Beautiful things that don't really exist. Dragons. Leather and rope with strawberries and champagne. The good kind of pain. Penguins. Accents. Male musk. All things beautiful. Dirty kisses. Talent. Firm hands. Alone time.
Things I don't: Stupidity. The inability to give respect. People that can't hold a conversation without turning it to sex - sex is amazing, but it's not everything. People that don't read profiles - they're here for a reason. Sloppy kissers. Sloppy sex. Sloppy people in general. Narcissists. Immaturity. Crowd followers. People without their own opinion - right or wrong, you damn well better have one and be able to justify it. Spiders. Needles. The bad kind of pain. Too much alone time. People that think they have all the answers.
I am vibrant, eccentric, and bedazzlerific