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KittenBeard
22 / M / bisexual / Single
Portland, Oregon
The Skinny
- Last Online
- Join Date
- Ethnicity
- Undeclared
- Height
- 5' 10" (1.77m).
- Body Type
- —
- Looking For
- New friends, Activity partners
- Smokes
- No
- Drinks
- Sometimes
- Drugs
- Never
- Religion
- Other and laughing about it
- Sign
- Aries but it doesn’t matter
- Education
- Graduated from college/university
- Job
- Artistic / Musical / Writer
- Income
- —
- Kids
- Likes children
- Pets
- Likes dogs and Owns cats
- Languages
- English (Fluently)
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Your Notes
Edit your notesI am queer, crafty, and friggin' adorable.
My Self-Summary
I'm a tranny. Let's just put that out there. There isn't an option
to mark myself as such, and the gender choices are limited, so here
it is. But, more importantly, I'm an artist, and a designer. I've
had this discussion with a friend of mine and I want to be seen as
a designer who happens to be queer, rather than a queer designer.
Ah yes, I'm also queer.
I craft, I cook, I break out into random bits of dance. I write, I have the urge to rescue strays, even though I know I haven't the means to. Yet, anyway. I'll get there. I'm a tactile person, and judge new purchases by how much I'd enjoy using them. I'm starting a futon collection, and plan to have a giant pile of coziness amassed before I buy my future house/store. I pick up random things from the street, from anywhere, really, and I am always peering down alleys as I pass, looking for abandoned furniture. I dumpster dive, shyly.
I craft, I cook, I break out into random bits of dance. I write, I have the urge to rescue strays, even though I know I haven't the means to. Yet, anyway. I'll get there. I'm a tactile person, and judge new purchases by how much I'd enjoy using them. I'm starting a futon collection, and plan to have a giant pile of coziness amassed before I buy my future house/store. I pick up random things from the street, from anywhere, really, and I am always peering down alleys as I pass, looking for abandoned furniture. I dumpster dive, shyly.
What I’m doing with my life
Currently, I'm seeking more employment, new friends, and knowledge
of the area. In that order.
I’m really good at
making things. Sewing, mostly, but also crochet. I'm getting pretty
good in the kitchen, but not in any kind of official way. I tend to
peruse my small collection of cookbooks and take inspiration, then
make things up and improvise because hell if I'm going to go out
and buy a specific ingredient for one dish. Psshhh.
The first things people usually notice about me
Hell if I know. I suppose it depends how hard they're noticing me.
From what I can tell, it's usually what I'm wearing/carrying. Or
that I'm grinning from ear to ear much of the time.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
I love hunting through thrift stores and garage sales and picking
up books that I respond to. My shelf contains mostly cooking and
craft books, with some historical fiction and a smattering of other
literature. I'm also trying to hunt down old classics that I missed
in school. I always had that teacher that wanted to read the cool,
new thing, and I don't catch a lot of important literary references
as a result. I've just finished Robin Hood, and I'll be moving on
to a collection of Shakespeare presently.
I eat most anything, though not generally processed foods. Heavily processed, I should say. I wasn't raised on them, and I think they taste funny. I cook, and I like to hang out in the kitchen in my underwear with a glass of wine and make things up.
I eat most anything, though not generally processed foods. Heavily processed, I should say. I wasn't raised on them, and I think they taste funny. I cook, and I like to hang out in the kitchen in my underwear with a glass of wine and make things up.
The six things I could never do without
One: My cats. I love my boys, and if my financial situation
allowed, I'd probably run a cat rescue.
Two: The basics. Food, shelter, faux fur jackets. Comfy shoes and sassy underwear. Assorted t-shirts. Dapper hats to cover my hair, which I'm somewhat lazy about.
Three: Friends. I know someone's going to whine that I put this third, but this isn't exactly in order of importance.
Four: Art. In general. Design, too. I think they are the same, most of the time, because a well-designed object, something that is beautiful and functional and pleasing to use, is art.
Five: My eyes. I'd be so sad if I couldn't see.
Six: My joie de vivre!
Two: The basics. Food, shelter, faux fur jackets. Comfy shoes and sassy underwear. Assorted t-shirts. Dapper hats to cover my hair, which I'm somewhat lazy about.
Three: Friends. I know someone's going to whine that I put this third, but this isn't exactly in order of importance.
Four: Art. In general. Design, too. I think they are the same, most of the time, because a well-designed object, something that is beautiful and functional and pleasing to use, is art.
Five: My eyes. I'd be so sad if I couldn't see.
Six: My joie de vivre!
I spend a lot of time thinking about
what I want to make next. And ways to make a living. Also, t-shirts
I want to make.
On a typical Friday night I am
Currently? Looking for employment and relaxing by crafting up new
goods for my apartment. My roommate and I are trying to crochet all
our dishtowel needs.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I'm still a little afraid of the dark. But only certain kinds of
dark. Other kinds feel really inviting. For example, I was biking
home along the Eastbank Esplanade the other night, and it almost
completely dark. I could only see a few feet ahead of me, dimly,
but it was lovely, and the river was glowing, and I was terribly
jealous of the people in tents I passed by.
