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FoxyBarbarella

33 F Torrance, CA

My Details

Last Online
Jul 27
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Black, Other
Height
5′ 2″ (1.57m)
Body Type
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Not at all
Drugs
Never
Religion
Atheism, and very serious about it
Sign
Aquarius, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Dropped out of university
Job
Income
$100,000–$150,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English

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My self-summary
Just your average Harvard dropout...

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It's been awhile. I guess I should add more.

As a child, my mother made me watch Steven Seagal movies. Don't ask me why. She just has a thing for Buddhist pith and overweight men with ponytails. Everyone has their flaws.

Although I have a daytime job, I somehow manage to do my sleeping during the morning and early afternoon. Evenings are for making clothes and early mornings are for showing up everyone at my daytime job with 4 am emails just to make myself look/feel good. I reserve the middle of the night for walks along the beach. It's free, nearby, and amazingly gorgeous in the single digits of darkness. I'm interminably shocked and thankful at how few people in a DMSA of 10 million have caught onto that.

Betpak Dala is my theme song. Finback whales are my spirit animal. Guitar is overrated, except for in flamenco. Puro flamenco is under-appreciated. Peace is attainable in our lifetime. Tumblr is greater than Pinterest, but I don't expect the world to understand.

I am a devout atheist, but I have cobbled together a thus-far working belief system around silkworms, the wastefulness of zombie movies, and the importance of good design.

I thoroughly believe that LA is the greatest town in the US. Probably not the best city, but the greatest town. I've lived in six states - both coasts and in between - and am pretty stubborn in my assessment.

As a child, my mom and dad would make it a point to drag me to museums against my will. They always felt like mausoleums of art, antiquities, and natural history. Now, even though I like learning about prehistory, history, and art, I only go to modern art museums. That is, unless I'm going to a museum for the sole purpose of eating. I have a thing for museum food.

I make easy friends with people but am always wearing a poker face to conceal my broad distrust of humanity. I believe doors have locks for reasons, or at least one. If you live in an area with raccoons, at least two.

As a small child, I always envied the Suzuki kids who started playing violin since, like, teething. I adored violin early on but am grateful to my parents for not putting me in Suzuki method training like those poor kids. For as long as I can remember, my mom would always play Isaac Stern's classic interpretation of Vivaldi's Four Seasons in the car, and it had a profound effect on me. Then, when I finally was allowed to play violin, I loved learning that it was created to mimic the human voice.

In general, I don't trust people who have use of their available limbs but refuse to dance.

Despite my deep-seated disregard of religion, I willingly buy Dr. Bronner's soap. It is the best pesticide money can buy.

Most of my fondest memories involve 1) road trips related hamburger taste-testing or finding out where the sidewalk ends on a given artery, 2) people I've long lost touch with, or 3) being by the sea. There's also the time my mom, after double arthroscopic knee surgery, owned the dance floor at my sister's wedding reception.

The greatest hamburger in the US can be found at the Philbrook Museum of Fine Art in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I no longer eat beef.

This universe has a resonance and a rhythm that creates music. Being alive allows us to be aware of that music, and not being alive, we become a part of it. Dancing is our way of saying thanks for being alive.

I have a thing for Kazakhstan. Don't ask me why. It's just a thing.

When I was 20, I spent 13 months of my life homeless. If I had this life to live over, I would make it a point of getting that in there again somehow.

Sure, I'm looking for a soulmate and father of my children, but I'd consider all of this a win if we go to Eastern Kazakhstan together and keep in touch afterward.

After picking up cello in my mid-twenties to add to violin, flute, and timpani, I decided to get a tanpura. (I always prefer spelling it " tamboura".) For as long as I've been driving, I have always played Beatles albums or classic Bollywood in the car, which has had a profound effect on me. Then, when I made up my mind to play tamboura, I loved learning that it was created to mimic the sound of the universe.

When we get married and have many children, at least one will have a first name that requires Cyrillic. Also, we will start them off young on Swahili, hula, and music lessons. But not too young.
What I’m doing with my life
I have a job, a band, a clothing label, a store, and a chocolate company. I'm working on the great American screenplay, orchestrating a cure for capitalism, and pioneering a whole new field of melodic tamboura. Basically, making the universe a better place, one day at a time.
I’m really good at
...waking up, making stovetop popcorn, playing tamboura, shaking my shang-a-lang, finding secret places, and appreciating the moment.

Also, based on reviewing my profile, I've mastered the use of commas in a series.
The first things people usually notice about me
...my gigantic hair, whatever I'm wearing, or - from afar - my laugh.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
All things JD Salinger, JP Melville, Beatles, and Dos Mukasan.
All the President's Men. Z - Il Est Vivant. Illes. Closely Watched Trains. Cowboy Bebop. Turkish psych-folk. Kalyanji-Anandji. Asha Bhosle. Os Mutantes. Ken Nordine. GOOMF. Borscht. Duck fried rice. Crab fried rice. Rice crepes. Colbert Report. Silver Apples. Siguiriyas. Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Psychedelic soul.
The six things I could never do without
Someone to care about. Something to think about. Something to keep me going. Something to amuse me. Something to make something nice with. Someway to say "I was here."
I spend a lot of time thinking about
...this and other universes, what to paint, how to help the poor here and abroad, and which tracks to put on my Soviet psych-pop comps.

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Specifically on OKC -
1) why people list a million bands of the same genre, bookended with "music is my passion" and "too many to mention", as though Red Hot Chili Peppers is a rarified taste or somehow indicative of our compatibility;
2) how everyone has a dog;
3)the purpose of the picture of you driving;
4) the exceedingly common penchant for mountaintop photography on this site;
5) how, in the second decade of the current millennium, people haven't figured out how to take a selfie without the use of a bathroom mirror;
6) why your phone is showing in your selfie;
7) why women wear makeup and men don't;
8) why men use profile pictures with their shirts off and faces unintelligible instead of women;
9) if women are using profile pictures with their shirts off and faces unintelligible to get way more traffic than I am;
10) whether there's anything more interesting about you than your love of travel and/or possession of a mustache; and
11) when guys with profile pictures with their shirts off will stop emailing me.
On a typical Friday night I am
I'm normally closing up shop, then debating whether I should go somewhere to some dive bar dance club to show 'em how it's done, keep working, or stay home and play tamboura. Then, in the midst of mentally weighing the merits of each, I sit back, reclining on my chaise, and close my eyes (you know, just to rest them for a moment)...The next thing I know, it's Saturday morning.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
The last book I read from cover to cover was when I was 16. While horrible, I am a frequent news scanner and, as a result, can quickly point out real-world examples of worse traits that a person could have.
I’m looking for
  • Guys who like girls
  • Ages 23–43
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
...you care about the fate of mankind. If you like happiness and pleasing things. If you're a guy who likes girls who like guys. If you're a man who likes women who like men. If you're man enough. If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run (or something equally poetic). If you're turned on when someone opens her mouth and something intelligent comes out. If something intelligent coming out of someone's mouth is a prerequisite for keeping your company. If you like looking at the stars, dreaming, and the smiles of small children. Or, you know, whatever.