I couldn’t describe myself for a long time, I knew I should have
made changes to this profile but I didn’t. I didn’t because, I
realized only now, I couldn’t describe a person that didn’t exist
yet. The last few have been a time of great changes for me, and
hopefully it’s over for the time being.
I used to be a great kid...good grades, a little too entroverted, a little nerdy, centanly geeky, hopeless with any girl etc... nothing of great value there, except for a nice education that makes me a sceptic an pragmatic (proud INTJ!) individual.
At 20, after a generally positive(very nice grades) year of university I decided to drop out. I did so because I was bored by what they tried to teach there, I thought “after more than 10 years of classes I’m finally in a university but I’m still learning stuff that’s only preparatory for “the real thing” “ and that really annoyed me. It seemed that the “real life” was never going to come for me. Try to imagine it: 20 years old, virgin, responsible attitude, a good student, and bored to death. Add to that the deep need to become indipendent from my parents I felt since we had fights and shake it all together. Something had to change. And so did I. Something finally cracked inside of me, I gave up, found myself the first job that came along (painter) and I went to live alone in an empty apartment that my father owns (we’re not rich, my dad and his wife inherited a house each, and so one was empty for me to take) which is where I still live now, and where I plan to live for the rest of my life(maybe?).
Since I dropped out I worked as a painter, pizza maker and factory worker. I dare say I learnt much more joyfully and easily those jobs than most classes I took in my time. Nowadays I’m working in a factory 9 hours a day, get home, shower, get changed and then I’m working again 2 hours more in a take-away pizzeria, and often on week-ends too. You may say I’m a workaholic, and you would probably be right, but I would like to make known that I’m working to be able to live comfortably, I’m not living in function of my jobs. People I love(and have sex with) and my personal hobbies( roleplaying, larping, reading, gaming) are still my priorities. Although I must admit that it makes me really proud of myself being able to say that I work this much. I always thought that that’s something that deserves respect, and that’s probably the reason that makes me so proud of myself right now.
On a more lighthearted note I’ll say that I’m still kind of a nerd inside, even though sometimes the time is scarce, but I still like animes, mangas and comics in general, action and cheesy romance movies, roleplaying games(White Wolf games are my favourites, with Mage:The Ascension on top, and I’m even, slowly, working on a system of rules made on my preferences, and on a nice setting of my own), larping(Vampires The Masquerade and Warhammer 40k(I’ll soon get my Space Wolf power armor and foam chainsword) mainly).
I’m in love. A lot. And with a lot of girls. And they all know and accept it. The first and only one I met on OkCupid is beatricegasti, I won’t describe her here but I’ll just say that I wanted her to move in with me after less than a month since I met her, if that’s not compatibility I don’t know what is. Anyway we live together since july 2010, and we’re very very happy together. Another girl even told me that I’m not her type but wouldn’t renounce our friendship so she accepted my feelings for her without returning them, and after more than an year since I confessed we’re still as good friends as ever. I won’t detail how many girls I’m ion love with, how many I had sex with etc.
I had sex only with one guy, twice. It was strictly sex, fun. Sadly the most interesting thing about most men is their cock, or at least that’s what I think at the moment, but one can always hope to be proved wrong.
Polyamory is the way to go for me. I thought I invented it in my head, discovered thanks to bea that It’s as old as human beings, and finally I materially tried it. And my freaking god it works.
It works so well that I’m realizing that I’m un-learning all the shit and garbage society teaches you when you’re young, I’m finally free from the silly rules and bounds that would want each one of us in love with another person of the opposite sex and that person only for your whole life. That would want you shitting out kid after kid for unknown reasons(we’re over 6 billions people on earth, we’re not repopulating after the flood, people please get a hold of yourselves!).
I’m an hardcore Laveyan Satanist. I’m so fucking hardcore that you would say I’m fucking normal. And I probably am. I don’t believe in any of the mumbo-jumbo coming from any holy-book and to be a Satanist one must first be an Atheist so if you’re a religious person and particularly a catholic, you’re warned.
I used to be a great kid...good grades, a little too entroverted, a little nerdy, centanly geeky, hopeless with any girl etc... nothing of great value there, except for a nice education that makes me a sceptic an pragmatic (proud INTJ!) individual.
At 20, after a generally positive(very nice grades) year of university I decided to drop out. I did so because I was bored by what they tried to teach there, I thought “after more than 10 years of classes I’m finally in a university but I’m still learning stuff that’s only preparatory for “the real thing” “ and that really annoyed me. It seemed that the “real life” was never going to come for me. Try to imagine it: 20 years old, virgin, responsible attitude, a good student, and bored to death. Add to that the deep need to become indipendent from my parents I felt since we had fights and shake it all together. Something had to change. And so did I. Something finally cracked inside of me, I gave up, found myself the first job that came along (painter) and I went to live alone in an empty apartment that my father owns (we’re not rich, my dad and his wife inherited a house each, and so one was empty for me to take) which is where I still live now, and where I plan to live for the rest of my life(maybe?).
Since I dropped out I worked as a painter, pizza maker and factory worker. I dare say I learnt much more joyfully and easily those jobs than most classes I took in my time. Nowadays I’m working in a factory 9 hours a day, get home, shower, get changed and then I’m working again 2 hours more in a take-away pizzeria, and often on week-ends too. You may say I’m a workaholic, and you would probably be right, but I would like to make known that I’m working to be able to live comfortably, I’m not living in function of my jobs. People I love(and have sex with) and my personal hobbies( roleplaying, larping, reading, gaming) are still my priorities. Although I must admit that it makes me really proud of myself being able to say that I work this much. I always thought that that’s something that deserves respect, and that’s probably the reason that makes me so proud of myself right now.
On a more lighthearted note I’ll say that I’m still kind of a nerd inside, even though sometimes the time is scarce, but I still like animes, mangas and comics in general, action and cheesy romance movies, roleplaying games(White Wolf games are my favourites, with Mage:The Ascension on top, and I’m even, slowly, working on a system of rules made on my preferences, and on a nice setting of my own), larping(Vampires The Masquerade and Warhammer 40k(I’ll soon get my Space Wolf power armor and foam chainsword) mainly).
I’m in love. A lot. And with a lot of girls. And they all know and accept it. The first and only one I met on OkCupid is beatricegasti, I won’t describe her here but I’ll just say that I wanted her to move in with me after less than a month since I met her, if that’s not compatibility I don’t know what is. Anyway we live together since july 2010, and we’re very very happy together. Another girl even told me that I’m not her type but wouldn’t renounce our friendship so she accepted my feelings for her without returning them, and after more than an year since I confessed we’re still as good friends as ever. I won’t detail how many girls I’m ion love with, how many I had sex with etc.
I had sex only with one guy, twice. It was strictly sex, fun. Sadly the most interesting thing about most men is their cock, or at least that’s what I think at the moment, but one can always hope to be proved wrong.
Polyamory is the way to go for me. I thought I invented it in my head, discovered thanks to bea that It’s as old as human beings, and finally I materially tried it. And my freaking god it works.
It works so well that I’m realizing that I’m un-learning all the shit and garbage society teaches you when you’re young, I’m finally free from the silly rules and bounds that would want each one of us in love with another person of the opposite sex and that person only for your whole life. That would want you shitting out kid after kid for unknown reasons(we’re over 6 billions people on earth, we’re not repopulating after the flood, people please get a hold of yourselves!).
I’m an hardcore Laveyan Satanist. I’m so fucking hardcore that you would say I’m fucking normal. And I probably am. I don’t believe in any of the mumbo-jumbo coming from any holy-book and to be a Satanist one must first be an Atheist so if you’re a religious person and particularly a catholic, you’re warned.
