I've met some very beautiful women on some of these sites. But no matter how beautiful you may be, if you are some right wing, evangelical Christian, prohibitionist, move on. I do not wish to be "born again" or ministered or rehabilitated in anyway. Other than my cholesterol level, I'm not interested in lowering anything. I would certainly deny myself nothing.

I am Bored, Sunburned, and indifferent

I have no children and I'm not interested in raising anyone else's. Someone struggling to raise adolescent children would have no time in their lives for someone like me.
You don't have to be rich but an education would be nice, graduate school or better. A "mature" woman with little baggage and a valid passport.

Writing, traveling in foreign countries without getting in trouble. Finding a great place to eat in a strange city at 2AM. Tying a bow tie.
I'm also very good at "clocking" trans genders. This is a reference used in that subculture when the ambiguous nature of one's sexual identity is questioned. I've counted about eight within hundred mile radius of me. I've exchanged letters with a few of them. They very from the painfully obvious to the hardly discernible. Indeed, some are easier to spot through the invented female persona then their photos.
There are many men here that would be surprised to learn that their new pen pal is in reality a man! It varies from the absurd man in a cocktail dress to someone struggling to meet the rigorous presurgical requirements for a gender reassignment. None of these men will ever meet. That is not what they're here for. How they're perceived in an online profile will be an indicator of how they're received in public. Their profiles here and other sights are not to meet men. They are testing beds for what their lives will soon be like.
There is one exceptional example that with every other pic, the thought had not crossed my mind., It was taken poolside, it was so exceptional in every other way, I can see why she couldn't resist. She looked small in all the right places, hands, feet, knees. But the glaring sunlight, the sunlight reveals everything. Their, just above the base of the throat, the tell tail but unmistakable scare tissue of a procedure called a "trachea shave" a surgical effort intended to reduce the size of the Adam's apple. It often generates as much scare tissue as reduced and the procedure will warrant repeating. When you catch that single glimpse, everything falls apart
Unfortunately, even with the best examples, there are things that surgeries and all the hormonal therapy money can buy, simply won't change. Anyone with a working knowledge of the human anatomy will "clock" the best. Certainly a good trauma nurse, an Emergency tech, can see them with all the cloths they wish to wear and they can still tell.
In this environment, the most telling of all, simply moving to the next profile. There are certain glaring differences that will immediately remove any doubt.

That I'm a tall, thin, good looking, opinionated. If you have deep religious convictions of any sort but especially those of an evangelical Christian nature, please move on. Actually if you have a prohibitive outlook on life in general, you should keep searching. There is nothing here for you.
I went deep into this site looking not so much for a match as at the box of percentages on the right of the page, listing match% friends% enemies%. The farther down the list you go the enemies % rate goes higher and higher. It can get into the eighties! That apparently indicated that these individuals hated over eighty percent of the things about me! It was as appealing as finding the reverse. Someone who liked nearly ninety percent of the things about you! All had one thing in common, religion. They love Jesus even more than their kids! Also Nascar. Although it is a dreadful bore, I've never said anything against Nascar! An astonishing number had little education and their profiles indicated they had been involved in a violent relationship or marriage. Apparently for the Nascar loving, Bible thumping trailer park types, I'm the fucking devil!.
Don't look for who loves you, look at who really hates you. It can make you feel a lot better!

I read Thomas Pynchon, Norman Mailer, Tom Wolfe, John Kennedy Toole. Ayn Rand, Laura Hillenbrand, Joyce Carol Oates.
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My 1936 Underwood portable typewriter. My glass bong collection, library, My porcelain and nickle barber chair, house cats, marijuana, my Rolex.

If you are a closeted marijuana smoker, frightened to reveal yourselves for fear of the social stigma or of the loss of a job, or a career, your home, car, the custody of your children. etc. Fear not, the hour of our deliverance grows near. The cruel, mind numbing insanity of the drug laws and the private prison industry competes against closed state facilities. Medical marijuana laws, and similar legislations have passed in fourteen states. There are bills pending in many others. Then there are all those tax dollars! We just have to be cool for a little while longer.
If you're not for the legalization of medical marijuana, or you're a "prohibitionist of any sort, you shouldn't waste another moment here.
This is as good a place as any for this short list and will tell you immediately if you're waisting your valuable time here. If you're a right wing, Republican, antisemitic, bible thumping drug warrior for Jesus, keep moving. These ladies have a long shit list of people and activities that I would have several places on.

With a simple "wink" or a short note I would be more than happy to send you a detailed account of just about any given day of the week. Certainly if you can give any but the smallest prediction on what you would be doing any evening of the week, you're in a dreadful rut.

Why would I admit anything of a private nature in an environment like this? How absurd. There was something I would not have admitted at one time, smoking marijuana. That was then, this is now! That's no longer a secret. Certainly if that was one of those things I would have had to hide from you, you're reading the wrong profile. If the thought of people smoking marijuana is vulgar, repulsive or frightens you, you would be in dangerous fucking company with me!

If you enjoy travel, literature, large cities, architecture, the theater, smoking marijuana, bicycling (road)