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I'd really like my best friend, make-out buddy, and chief co-conspirator to be one and the same person.
So would you.
You are scarysmart and creative, geeky and cool. Your personal integrity means more to you than anything else. Playful mental sparring turns you on, and You are grateful for every thing, every moment, and every breath.
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If you think that was a bit long for a TL;DR, you haven't scrolled to the end of my profile yet. Here's what one critic had to say:
"A disconnected, rambling, and truly bizarre missive" - Ted Kaczynski, author of The Unabomber's Manifesto
And a literary critic for The New York Times, speaking under condition of anonymity, raved: "I just couldn't put it down.... enough. There simply are no words that come even close to conveying what an awful piece of garbage it truly is."
My intent to build a long-term, loving partnership with a woman who has a deep sense of personal integrity, and is something of a math, science, and computer geek. I'm also open to befriending or dating you if you have these qualities, but you aren't interested in that level of involvement. There are other situations I might consider as well.
The example given to illustrate the definition of sapiosexuality on unwords.com pretty much sums it up for me:
"Me? I don't care too much about the looks. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go 'Ouch!' due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with. I decided this all means that I am sapiosexual."
Apart from your uncompromising sense of personal integrity and your general intellectual prowess, other things about you that I most appreciate are: your ability and willingness to communicate directly and clearly, especially when I'm a completely clueless ass; your commitment to improve yourself and the world around you in whichever ways you deem important; your level of science/math/computer geekiness; your habitual and almost compulsive creativity with sound, words, images, or ideas; your general playfulness; your honesty, courage, generosity, patience, fortitude, gentleness, and kindness; your ability to be vulnerable with me; your affectionate nature; the way we complement each other and shelter each other from life's inevitable passing storms; the way it feels as if the contours of your body were custom-made to fit mine when I put my arms around you; our sexual chemistry and compatibility; the way we love and respect each other.
Looks can be somewhat important to me, and there definitely are certain distinct appearance "types" who easily arouse my interest in a reflexive sort of way, but it takes a very special woman to hold my attention; and if you are she, I will grow to see you as more and more stunningly beautiful the longer you stick around, no matter how you might appear to others.
As for me: I'm a complex superposition of the ordinary and the unique. I am decidedly quirky, yet mostly harmless. Many have remembered me upon meeting again long years after a single brief introduction, but like any other acquired taste it takes time and experience to develop a full appreciation for some of my finer qualities.
My interests and talents form a constellation which places me squarely in the geekier regions of the nerd-jock continuum; my computers run Ubuntu and my devices are Android.
Politics are important to me, and I am an activist for progressive societal change. I lend moral and, where I can, material support to what I believe to be the primary mission of each human person: to grow towards his or her own full potential, and to help others to do the same. I believe that the spirit of service without expectation of reward is the road to nirvana. I hold myself, my intimates, and all those with whom I choose to associate to a high standard of personal integrity, yet I recognize that we all make mistakes and come from different places, so progress, rather than perfection, forms the yardstick by which I measure myself and others.
I banished the phrase "the opposite sex" from my thought and speech quite some years ago, replacing it with "the complementary sex". This simple shift in one word radically improved my relationships with women in every context, and revolutionized my entire perspective on human sexuality.
I am a highly social and sexual person, who tends to care about others deeply and permanently. I need friends, lovers, and - most especially - friends who are lovers, and I regard all three - friendship, love, and sex - as important synergic, yet distinct, needs.
Potential Dealbreakers for You
I've got my share of blemishes, dings, bruises and baggage, some of which are fairly common dealbreakers for others. I believe it's best to be open about such things so neither of us will experience a completely avoidable disappointment. Feel free to ask me questions about these items, or anything else, if you wish. I won't consider it an intrusion, and I'll politely decline to answer when I choose privacy or circumspection.
The first thing you should know about me is that have been living with Behçet's (beh-CHETS) disease for over 30 years. It's a chronic, incurable, autoinflammatory condition which can be fatal. You cannot catch it from me. The severity of my symptoms fluctuates and sometimes they can be quite debilitating. This illness keeps me from working at a normal job and also negatively affects my memory, attention, and concentration (on top of pre-existing ADHD, which was identified waaaaaay before it was trendy). This make it difficult for me to keep order in my surroundings and these neurocognitive effects make it hard for me to be completely autonomous and independent in certain areas of self-care (e.g., managing medications, and their inventories; and some usual adult responsibilities (prety much any kind of even very simple paperwork takes a veeeerrry long time, or never gets done no matter how I try; straightening up after myself, but not because I'm being an inconsiderate ass).
I really, really hate driving, and I will do just about anything to avoid it. I'm also not that goood at it. Hey, James Bond has his license to kill, and I've got mine. Also, I've never owned a car apart from one I briefly acquired to give to my then girlfriend as a gift.
I have baggage; I was raised in a violent and emotionally abusive environment, and although I have done a lot of work to overcome the aftermath of that history, certain things still can trigger me into flashbacks of difficut memories.
I do not drink alcohol nor do I use other recreational drugs of any kind, other than caffene. The main reason I do not drink or take drugs is that they were problematic in the very distant (28+ year ago) past. I am fine with your drinking in moderation, but I prefer not to associate with people who use other drugs recreationally, whether or not it is problem for them. Quite to the contrary, most of my friends are actively involved in the recovery lifestyle.
I am dangerously allergic to dogs. I can't live in the same house as a dog or ride in a car where one has recently been. I'm also allergic to cats, but not nearly as badly.
I have a strong preference both to stay here on Maui and in the apartment I currently own, and that I have found that my love relationships are more harmonious when my partner and I maintain separate homes, but spend most nights together.
I am considerably overweight but damned sexy nonetheless.
(Note to any language purists reading this profile: It's time to face the fact that English has yet again simplified its declensions by borrowing a new set of third person singular neuter gender personal pronouns from those used in the third person plural. And yes, I do punctuation around quotations the "wrong" way, but the "correct" usage is logically inconsistent with the purpose of quotation marks in the first place. Grow up and get over it.)