I'm like BASF, I don't make things. I make things better.
The answer is D: All Of The Above. There lies the problem in decisions. If I must choose A, B, or C, then there will be two opportunities lost. The answer is D. I only want it all, is that so much to ask? But, bear in mind, I can't possibly enjoy it all without sharing it with another.
I'm a student of the world, but has never visited enough to pass a test. Just keeping m'eyes open and watching the universe at work. It's not much of a hobby, but it beats the hell out of shooting-up in a back alley, somewhere, and vomiting on a stranger's shoes.
It seems that when I think about what I'm really looking for is to fall madly in love and have a sickeningly-sweet home-life, with a hot, open-minded, sex life. Sex on the dining table, before work, when we're finding gray hair in places when there was no hair before. Just trying to let people know what kind of partner I'm looking for. Not looking for a one-night stand, or to be an accessory at the sex-party that you can't get into without a date (not to say that either of those things are unenjoyable, but it's not what I'm looking for.) Call it optimistic, foolish or whatever, but it's what I want.
Life and humanity are things I dig. Starting everyone off on equal footing is something I strive to do, even though no one is so perfect. Catch me on the wrong day and a person could appear as something parasitic, that needs a cure; on another day, a fine person, whom I'd like to know better. Colored by emotions and outer influences, I am only human, but realize my folly and strive to do better.
(Ready for the run-on sentence? 'Cause here 'goes:)I'm female, bisexual, white, native american, no pixie, extremely protective of my friends, patriotically-unpatriotic, love Man, but dislike most people, generally contradictory, somewhat geeky, attempting to steal back my innocence, while keeping my eyes open, a terrible liar (as in I'm really bad at it, not that I'm terrible, cause I lie. Frankly, lying is a skill that I need to master before I go to another family function. People get pissed when you lie to 'em, yet few want your real opinion if it doesn't coincide with theirs. So, if I have to lie, which I probably will, I want to be less transparent about the whole thing.), affected by music, a recovering catholic with pagan tendencies, an artist, brutal, non-violent, usually wearing a good deal of armor, shameless on a dance-floor, a terrible singer that still will sing, liable to swear like a sailor, will try just about anything in the bedroom, but I have to like them an awful lot, a tad political, deeper than a teaspoon, like the way women kiss, but like men with stubble-y chins and cheeks, think Chris Isaak and Trent Reznor should try doing an album together, just to see how fast it would strip the panties off women, and a bit of a socialist.
Gamers, martial arts and computer guys seem to like me an awful lot, though I am really none of the above. I dunno how it happens, but we cross paths.*
*Yes, that was a disclaimer. I love chic of geek and they apparently love me back. =^^=
I am a keeper of secrets, a gatherer of wisdom, and semi-nocturnal