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33 Montreal, Quebec, CA Cis Woman

Cis Woman

I’m looking for

  • Men
  • Ages 30–47
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Today – 7:00am
5′ 10″ (1.78m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
Agnosticism, and somewhat serious about it
Aries, and it’s fun to think about
Graduated from university
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
Has dogs and has cats
English (Fluently), French (Fluently), German (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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This understimulated, perpetual student, starving artist coffee goddess type scrubs up to the point of downright glamour all while being fully capable of whipping up homemade goodness, building all your furniture without reading (Hell, needing) instructions, and can tear down your walls with her smile.

Obstinate, over-bored, self-assured and shameless, fearlessly unapologetic and by and large correct, this one's more likely to bust open your suitcase and compassionately insist that you do something about the stench of your dirty laundry than to cheerfully agree to help carry your baggage.

Fiercely energetic, chronically optimistic, reluctantly stubborn and overconfident in her ability to absorb information and improve the status quo, she's prone to passing phases of info overload, unrealistically ambitious academic theses, getting in arguments with people who are wrong on the internet with all the insight of a social-sciences undergrad, and has a tendency to select topics beyond the scope of the assignment.

Intense, into everything for the long-haul, allergic to assumptions, unnecessary binaries, bullshit, standard definitions and easy answers, she tends to be ravenous for connection, quick to laugh and is as incorrigibly curious as she is chronically skeptical.

She's a brick. House.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I suppose at this point it’s fair to say that I’ve retired from my career in theatre production. In my mind, it was a relatively successful (relative to folks who don’t pursue it, I suppose) stab at living a dream, that in the long-term didn’t bring the job satisfaction necessary to justify the shit salary working in the arts at a pace I can handle affords.

So, back to school I’ve gone with the initial intent of using my existing knowledge to tackle new skills. The hoops I’m needing to jump through to meet my original goal have so far opened doors of interest that might cause me to change my direction already. We’ll see. I’m challenging myself to do things I’ve always been afraid to do, and am more focused and driven that I’ve ever been, thanks to some assistance from the field of chemistry. I’m working hard to take things one semester at a time. Stand back! I’m going to try science!

In addition to school, I work too much as the person you get on the phone after you start yelling and asking to speak to supervisors. It’s probably not the best use of my empathetic talents, and it hardly pays the bills, so hopefully something that enables me to survive, if not thrive a little better is coming for me someday soon. I ward off mental illness by letting a small, black, overly energetic dog entertain me and inspire me to say silly things and make up silly songs and force me out for brisk walks twice a day.

I guess I’m kinda busy. I’ve got a handful of lovers that have varying depths and degrees of importance to me scattered hither and yon. I need another out-of-town fling, or time-consuming capital-S-Serious relationship like I need another hole in the head (and I have a couple more than most). But I like good people. And good distraction. It is better to be distracted from my work by handsome strangers from the internet than it is to be distracted from my work by my work, which happens.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Food. I’m really good at food. Menu planning, cooking, grocery shopping, picking coffee. Thrift shopping, other people’s hair, enunciation, cold-reading, appearing as though I have my shit together, as though I read books. Switching back and forth between languages, reaching things on high shelves, lifting heavy things, carrying them a number of feet and setting them down again in an organized fashion. Conducting a group of people in performing this or some other activity. Explaining things. Rephrasing things. English. Diffusing tension. Exploiting tension. Rallying ‘round, sallying forth, justifying, procrastinating, dilly-dallying and so forth.
The first things people usually notice about me
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“She’s a redhead who drinks scotch and loves Die Hard. You get her number.” -- Jeff Winger

I've been told my issues are kind of adorable.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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I like meat. And vegetables. And grease. And anything I haven’t tried yet, and most things I’ve tried before. And dessert. I have a sweet tooth that is going to kill us all. I am devoted to coffee, I’m not addicted. Devoted. I take coffee very seriously. A career in coffee is Plan C. I also like bad puns.

I don’t read enough books. I’m sorry. I feel bad. I’m a fake geek, but a sincere nerd. I swear if I printed out everything I read online I would average 3-4 hard covers per week. Now that I’m an undergrad in my 30’s, I’m a lot, A LOT better at getting my school readings done but I am still frighteningly bad at retaining names for citation purposes.

I often joke that I haven’t heard any new music since Napster went under. I’m only kind of kidding. I tend to favour a folky, country, or Motown, funk, raunchy jazz mood and have a strong taste for the heavy-broody-grungy-metal kinda industrial angst ballads of my youth. And cheesy hair bands. Live for cheesy hair bands.

I like all the movies. I’m a sucker for a period piece of any era. Give me Academy Award winners, things with laurel leaves on the poster, big-budget animated kid stuff, documentaries about guys in helmets, ancient things, politics, or hominids and we’re set. Show me something unusual, something with pretty scenery, intermittent stop-motion animation, engaging music, magical realism or non-linear plots and I’m happy. I marathon whole TV series that everyone spoiled online about 5 years ago and I never saw. (Wait… if that’s Dr. Chang… Does that mean everyone on the island has Changnesia!?)
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
You will pry my Mac products from my cold, dead hands. Ok, ok, easy. I’ll never wait in line anywhere for anything (Who’s got that kinda money?) but having gone Mac, I cannot go back.

I also won’t do without a source of strong black coffee, my own kitchen, my personal agency, my trust in my capacity to make decisions for myself, and the dog. He is the Sancho Pugsa to my Don Quixette.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
“The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever,” said May Sarton, a person whose work I know nothing about beyond that quote. I spend a lot of brain power trying to live in the changing light of the room rather than race around what's next inside my head these days. It’s far more challenging than you’d think.

The take-home message of this blog entry: I’m convinced that if I behave like the Little Engine That Could, I can.

What I’m going to make for dinner. Do I have any cookies? I should make sure there are cookies.

When my next nap will be. Is it possible to work and study and bathe and pay bills and experience joy in the same 4-month stint?

Coffee? Coffee. Have I given East-African beans their fair chance? I wonder if global warming means we’ll be able to grow coffee further north and see new and exciting flavours.

That stupid dog. He’s the best dog ever. Look at that face! Who’s the dog? You are! Oh yes you are! You’re the herpiest little herpaderp that ever derped! Ahwhahaa woo ha… yeah, ok, I’m done.

How I can do all the things I'm into in a way that makes money and doesn't ruin them or, me, or the world.

What motivates others and how their insight is formed. God, religion, superstition, and what they do to the way people navigate the world. Power, safety, what they look like and where to get them. Mental illness, how it's contagious, and how to care for one's self while caring for others, how to be compassionate without enabling, how to be encouraging without being an idiot. How to help without an agenda.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Curled up with a documentary, a dog under my knees, some sort of unhealthy snack, and a pipe.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I’m probably hornier than you. But I’m very unlikely to bone you. I’ve gotten picky. Like I said, I’m busy. I’m sure you’re lovely, but I don’t have time. Not for mediocre sex, not for months-long extended correspondences, not for flakery, reluctance, or any other miscellaneous dilly-dallying. Show up. Know what you want. Whatever it is, seek it like a shark seeks blood. Hesitation is the biggest turn-off.
You should message me if
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You can do so in paragraph form without wisecracking about my username. It's never clever. It's always boring. Same goes for one-liners, emoticons and "Hi" -- That's how I earned my orange/red dot.

You tend towards being simultaneously careful and reckless in certain company.

You are keen on improving my music collection.

You're a dog person and have all day to walk around with me and try to tire out mine.

You already identify as polyamorous, have some level of experience with open/alternative relationship styles, and if you have other partners, they know exactly what you're up to. Embracing the fact that I have other partners is the price of admission.

You are bored by superficiality. You have a taste for anachronism, scotch, straight razors, and cloth handkerchiefs, prefer fountain pens, can work a hat, and understand time as an accessory. You have a firm grasp on your responsibility for your own insecurities. You can draw a clear line between your wants and your needs. You think Big Picture.