As you look at my bearded picture and read my profile, always remember:
1. “It’s NOT what’s on the outside, BUT what’s on the inside that REALLY matters;”
2. “Age is only a number;”
3. “Smooth fine whiskey takes many years to properly age;”
By the way, OkCupid accidentally added a “1" to my age. I’m actually 6 years old, all in good ways, or at least feel that way. My insides might even grow-up by the time I die, but until then, I will continue to grow and enjoy being sexy and silly. Psst: I danced with an unknown older womyn in K-Mart one day to a song played by one of those animated animals from the Christmas reduction aisle. Just spontaneous fun. Don’t tell anybody though or it’s off to the rubber room for me.
I have been told that if somebody wants to find me at a Craft Fair, Flea Market, Antiquarian Book Show, Postcard Exhibition, or some other large exposition, they just have to listen for my lush laughter. I love to peek and poke (yes, a double or triple entendre *giggle*), and laughter IS the best medicine. I’m only quiet in a cemetery, out of respect.
Now on with the show. I’m intelligent; witty, funny, and punny (sometimes with too many groaners); naughty and nice; and extremely intense in whatever I set my mind to do. I’m great with ideas, but don’t always have the follow-through, needing a passel of naughty and naked female elves to follow me around and do the implementation. Even so, I’m extremely easy-going, or should that be just “easy”. Yup, the latter sounds about right.
Blessed with a twin spirit, both male and female, I wear colored-cotton panties 24/7 but I’m NOT a sissy nor a cross-dresser (crossdresser), though maybe a guydyke when my female side comes to the forefront. Those panties, though, are truly a part of who I really am.
I’ve learned that this duality keeps me calmer, allowing me to look at life from a multitude of different angles, and sometimes, through rose-colored glasses. One of the reasons the nick-name Jackie fits. In a tarot quiz, my higher-self was represented by the Temperance card: “The act of Temperance can also refer to the coming together of two distinct beings that must function as one.” Sounds just like me.
I wish I could expound on my biological heritage, but since I’m adopted and my NJ adoption records are sealed, I have no idea. Probably created in a big test tube, and surprise, surprise, I lived.
My adopted parent’s heritage was Irish, Dutch, Finnish, and Swedish. In my case, they’re all spelled “stubborn.” *smile* The most I can accurately relate is how I’ve lived and loved, and I'm not done yet. Any volunteers to straighten me out ?? *grin*
I spent four years in the Air Force repairing airborne electronics while in-flight during the 'Nam era. After being honorably discharged I attended WPI receiving a BSEE/CS degree. Then, I worked in the computer industry as a system troubleshooter for 19 years – as a techie, NOT a slave master, fixing both hardware and software. I DO know how to intimately interface with both hardness and softness.
My mind is as comfortable profoundly playing chess (though I haven’t done it in decades) as my hairy body is passionately playing chest (do it as frequently as possible *giggle*).
Deep at heart, I'm a true troubleshooter, enjoying to fix all sorts of perplexing problems, both physical and Physical. Any of you gorgeous gals have a Physical problem that needs fixing ?? *blush*
I enjoy outdoor photography (and have sold a dozen or so photos on eBay), as much as long intimate walks in a cool calm cemetery or along a warm wave-lapping beach at dusk.
During the daylight hours, I enjoy lingeringly examining older cemeteries (1600s - late 1800s) for their diversity of types of grave stones, fully enjoying the carving styles, the various symbolism; and the last thoughts from a long-gone past. Probably goes along with the fact that my favorite holiday is Halloween.
As that CW song so boldly proclaims, I too must have been baptized in muddy water, muddy and murky Hudson River water, because I do have a slightly kinky bent. My lusting lips ever so broadly smile the entire time I’m at the NELA’s Fetish Fleamarket – those buxomly bustiers ready to burst just do it for me, among quite a few other things. *blush* So you see, my biting brain is ever so wildly open BUT no practical parts have ever escaped. *smile* Hey, who’d ever want to escape from sweet innocent ol’ me ??? *giggle*
Pagan (earth-based) religions have always interested me. (I would have quickly checked that box on OkCupid but there wasn’t one.) Over the years, I have gravitated towards Witta, an Irish Wiccan-style path, but I don’t actively practice it. Never enough hours in the day or maybe I just need an enticing sky-clad teacher to show me the right way, or just show me. Yup, yup.
I also feel like I have an “old soul,” but I can’t define exactly why. It just feels that way. To further explore that concept, my two hot hands are more than willing to search, or feel, for anybody else's soul, whether they be very old or young. *giggle* Both will carefully caress each and every inch of fevered flesh in their passionate pursuit.
In a similar vein, I am drawn to wolves, no particular breed, just wolves in general. I’m not sure that I would go so far as to say the wolf is my totem, but there is a definite attraction. I’ve howled at the full moon more than once, but I don’t know if that’s caused by my Wolf or my Were.
I’m always fun to play with (either indoors or outside), rub my furry belly and I’ll never nip. My hot hands and lusting lips thoroughly enjoy reciprocating . I love to laugh, and make someone special laugh. It’s more than magical to see his/her eyes twinkle and sparkle from humor.
Just remember, when I was made, they not only broke the mold, but swiftly shot the mold-maker !!
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I am Intelligent, Passionate, and Witty