You think I should have messaged you, and you think it's kind of
cute that I can be really shy at first. If I've rated you highly
and haven't sent you a message it's probably because I'm feeling
shy, and not sure what to say.
If you're poly or poly curious. I am are honest, open, and expect
the same in return. if there is any kind of initial spark it is
important to me that anyone I go out with is just as comfortable
meeting Jace as meeting up with me. He is the most important part
of my life and I love him to bits.
You're interested in having a conversation about what the word
"Queer" means to you. I've come across a lot of profiles that wish
that "Queer" was an option on OKCupid, and I agree that it should
be. I'm always interested in discussing gender/identity/sexual
politics and how it applies to people on a personal level.
You don't mind taking it slow. I am a sex positive person and
if/when we get to that stage you will definitely be in for a treat.
For me, sex is an expression of our connection with someone, and
that can occasionally take time.
You have a bunker already prepared to survive the Zombie Apocalypse
You have a secret or overt love of Joss Whedon
, J.J. Abrams
, Steven Moffat
, or Gene Roddenberry
Lastly two quote I recently came across:
In the forest, there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. Every
day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, "Look at
me...I'm tall, and I'm straight, and I'm handsome. Look at
you...you're all crooked and bent over. No one wants to look at
you." And they grew up in that forest together. And then one day
the loggers came, and they saw the crooked tree and the straight
tree, and they said, "Just cut the straight trees and leave the
rest." So the loggers turned all the straight trees into lumber and
toothpicks and paper. And the crooked tree is still there, growing
stronger and stranger every day.”
~ Tom Waits
“At the plantation,” he said, ignoring me, “there is a large open
space at the rear of the house. It was a small clearing at first,
and over the years I have enlarged it and finally made a lawn of
it, but the edge of the clearing runs up to the trees. In the
evenings, quite often, deer come out of the forest to feed at the
edges of the lawn. Now and then, though, I see a particular deer.
It’s white, I suppose, but it looks as though it’s made of silver.
I don’t know whether it comes only in the moonlight or whether it’s
only that I cannot see it save by moonlight— but it is a sight of
“It comes for two nights, three— rarely, four— and then it’s gone,
and I don’t see it again for weeks, sometimes months. And then it
comes again, and I am enchanted once more.”
“Do you see? I do not own this creature— would not, if I could. Its
coming is a gift, which I accept with gratitude, but when it’s
gone, there is no sense of abandonment or deprivation. I’m only
glad to have had it for so long as it chose to remain.”