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OceanCupcake

55 F Lynn, MA

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Last Online
Aug 3
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 3″ (1.60m)
Body Type
Overweight
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Rarely
Drugs
Religion
Other, but not too serious about it
Sign
Virgo, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from masters program
Job
Art / Music / Writing
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Has a kid
Pets
Likes dogs and has cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), French (Fluently)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Updated 7.19.13

Seeking my Alpha male.

Alpha - as in ALPHA. Some of you will know that that means via a certain social culture.

"So I'm back
To the velvet
Underground"
-- Stevie Nicks

Sweet flower child.

I'm bright; cheery; irreverant; self-referent but lacking self-reverence; experimental; sensual; caring; capable of both giving and receiving love.

I have a solid education and am seeking more. (Art history undergrad; journalism grad; Special Student at what Alex Beam calls "The World's Finest University.") You don't have to have attended school (higher education), but you must be willing to learn. You love ideas and abstract thought, and you can talk well into the night and through the dawn as you play with my hair and tell me about you. You have stacks of art books piled up by the side of your bed, and you show me the pictures within them.

I am a proud member of Red Sox Nation - however, my heart belongs to Red Auerbach.

I'm experienced in many ways of intimacy, but am also innocent, babyish and kind, sort of a naïf. I can show you things, but not everything. I am seeking my bestest lover, bestest friend, mentor and teacher. I want to try it all before the boneyard calls.

I believe that we are all somebody. I don't judge people by their job or income - and neither do you.

I believe in volunteerism, but, like Dickens, believe we must take care of our own. I've voted in every election since 1976, even when I lived abroad. I'm not fearful of government but I know that things can be better for all of us. I'm progressive but not an anarchist.

I love dogs, have two cats - an older girl, and an unruly kitten. I'd have parrots if I knew the kitten wouldn't kill them (as she tried to do to the visiting hamsters we babysat).

I started in photography, switched to journalism, switched back to art, and entered academia through the back door - needing scholarly background for an art project, and falling in love with literature on that road. I see things. You do, too.

A kind heart is more important to me than your looks. I don't care about weight, but have a penchant for baldies and long hair both. 1,000 points if you served our country, but hawkish doves (cf. Billy Jack) are welcome; as well, pacifists. Some wars are more appealing than others. No Nazis, please - but go ahead, be crazed. No Westboro Baptist Church types - you spit on a soldier's grave, I'll march into your ears until I deafen you with my protests. I like foreign languages - but if you appear before me with the language of hate, be aware that I give as good as I get. Sometimes the sword is mightier than the pen; sometimes the voice (mine) is mightier than that of the haters. Nothing like a kvetching ethnic woman to keep the haters in line, killing them with endearments and nagging both. They tend to despise discussion, but I love it.

As I'm trying to weed out trolls and HNGs, there are words in this profile which have sub-text - and words unsaid that you'll have to find. "What is essential is invisible to the eye," and all that jazz - can you dig it?

I'm loving - so are you. Let's have a coffee together, and talk.

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I have no Celtic blood, but I'm spiritually-Celtic, with a Welsh bent. This early medieval poem, by Taliesin, is my favorite poem:

http://www.ancienttexts.org/library/celtic/ctexts/t08.html

The Battle of the Trees
The Book of Taliesin VIII.
From The Four Ancient Books of Wales

I HAVE been in a multitude of shapes,
Before I assumed a consistent form.1
I have been a sword, narrow, variegated,
I will believe when it is apparent.
I have been a tear in the air,
I have been the dullest of stars.
I have been a word among letters,
I have been a book in the origin.
I have been the light of lanterns,
A year and a half.
I have been a continuing bridge,
Over three score Abers.2
I have been a course, I have been an eagle.
I have been a coracle in the seas:
I have been compliant in the banquet.
I have been a drop in a shower;
I have been a sword in the grasp of the hand
I have been a shield in battle.
I have been a string in a harp,
Disguised for nine years.
in water, in foam.
I have been sponge in the fire,
I have been wood in the covert.
I am not he who will not sing of
A combat though small,
The conflict in the battle of Godeu of sprigs.
Against the Guledig of Prydain,3
There passed central horses,
Fleets full of riches.
There passed an animal with wide jaws,
On it there were a hundred heads.
And a battle was contested
Under the root of his tongue;
And another battle there is
In his occiput.4
A black sprawling toad,
With a hundred claws on it.
A snake speckled, crested.
A hundred souls through sin
Shall be tormented in its flesh
I have been in Caer Vevenir5
Thither hastened grass and trees
Minstrels were singing
Warrior-bands were wondering
At the exaltation of the Brython,
That Gwydyon6 affected.
There was a calling on the Creator,
Upon Christ for causes,
Until when the Eternal
Should deliver those whom he had made.
The Lord answered them,
Through language and elements:
Take the forms of time prinncipal trees,
Arranging yourselves in battle array,
And restraining the public.
Inexperienced in battle hand to hand.
When the trees were enchanted,
In the expectation of not being trees,
The trees uttered their voices
From strings of harmony,
The disputes ceased.
Let us cut short heavy days,
A female restrained the din.
She came forth altogether lovely.
The head of the line, the head was a female.
The advantage of a sleepless cow
Would not make us give way.
The blood of men up to our thighs,
The greatest of importunate mental exertions
Sported in the world.
And one has ended
From considering the deluge,
And Christ crucified
And the day of judgement near at hand
The alder trees, the head of the line,
Formed the van.
The willows and quicken trees
Came late to the army.
Plum-trees, that are scarce,
Unlonged for of men
The elaborate medlar-trees
Tue objects of contention.
The prickly rose-bushes,
Against a host, of giants,
The raspberry brake did
What is better failed
For the security of life.
Privet and woodbine
And ivy on its front,
Like furze to the combat
The cherry-tree was provoked.
The birch, notwithstanding his high mind,
Was late before he was arrayed.
Not because of his cowardice,
But on account of his greatness.
The laburnuin held in mind,
That your wild nature was foreign.
Pine-trees in the porch,
The chair of disputation,
By me greatly exalted,
In the presence of kings
The elm with his retinue,
Did not go aside a foot
He would fight with the centre,
And the flanks, and the rear.
Hazel-trees, it was judged,
That ample was thy mental exertion
The privet, happy his lot,
The bull of battle, the lord of the world
Morawg and Morydd7
Were made prosperous in pines.
Holly, it was tinted with green,
He was the hero.
The hawthorn, surrounded by prickles,
With pain at his hand.
The aspen-wood has been topped,
It was topped in battle.
The fern that was plundered
The broom, in the van of the army, in the trenches he was hurt.
The gorse did not do well,
Notwithstanding let it overspread.
The heath was victorious, keeping off on all sides.
The common people were charmed,
During time proceeding of the men.
The oak, quickly moving,
Before him, tremble heaven and earth.
A valiant door-keeper against an enenly,
his name is considered.
The blue-bells combined,
And caused a consternation.
In rejecting, were rejected,
Others, that were perforated.
Pear-trees, the best intruders
In time conflict of the plain.
A very wrathful wood,
The chestnut is bashful,
The opponent of happiness,
The jet has become black,
The mountain has become crooked,
The woods have become a kiln,
Existing formerly in the great seas
Since was heard the shout:--
The tops of the birch covered us with leaves,
And transformed us, and changed our faded state.
The branches of the oak have ensnared us
From the Gwarchan of Maelderw.8
Laughing on the side of the rock,
The lord is not of an ardent nature.
Not of mother and father,
When I was made,
Did my Creator create me.9
Of nine-formed faculties,
Of the fruit of fruits,
Of the fruit of the primordial God,
Of primroses and blossoms of time hill,
Of the flowers of trees and shrubs.
Of earth, of an earthly course,
When I was formed.
Of the flower of nettles,
Of the water of the ninth wave.
I was enchanted by Math,10
Before I became immortal,
I was enchanted by Gwydyon
The great purifier of the Brython,
Of Eurwys, of Euron,
Of Euron, of Modron.11
Of five battalions of scientific ones.
Teachers, children of Math.
When the removal occurred,
I was enchanted by the Guledig.
When he was half-burnt,
I was enchanted by the sage
Of sages, in the primitive world.
When I had a being;
When the host of the world was in dignity,
The bard was accustomed to benefits.
To the song of praise I am inclined, which the tongue recites.
I played in the twilight,
I slept in purple;
I was truly in the enchantment
With Dylan, the son of the wave.12
In the circumference, in the middle,
Between the knees of kings,
Scattering spears not keen,
From heaven when came,
To the great deep, floods,
In the battle there will be
Four score hundreds,
That will divide according to their will.
They are neither older nor younger,
Than myself in their divisions.
A wonder, Canhwr are born, every one of nine hundred.
He was with me also,
With my sword spotted with blood.
honour was allotted to me
By the Lord, and protection (was) where he was.
If I come to where the boar was killed,
He will compose, he will decompose,
He will form languages.
The strong-handed gleamer, his name,
With a gleam he rules his numbers.
They would spread out. in a flame,
When I shall go on high.
I have been a speckled snake on the hill,
I have been a viper in the Llyn.
I have been a bill-hook crooked that cuts,
I have been a ferocious spear
With my chasuble and bowl
I will prophesy not badly,
Four score smokes
On every one what will bring.
Five battalions of arms
Will be caught by my knife.
Six steeds of yellow hue
A hundred times better is
My cream-coloured steed,
Swift as the sea-mew
Which will not pass
Between the sea and the shore.
Am I not pre-eminent in the field of blood?
Over it are a hundred chieftains.
Crimson (is) the gem of my belt,
Gold my shield border.
There has not been born, in the gap,
That has been visiting me,
Except Goronwy,13
From the dales of Edrywy.
Long white my fingers,
It is long since I have been a herdsman.
I travelled in the earth,
Before I was a proficient in learning.
I travelled, I made a circuit,
I slept in a hundred islands
A hundred Caers I have dwelt in.
Ye intelligent Druids,
Declare to Arthur,14
What is there more early
Than I that they sing of.
And one is come
From considering the deluge,
And Christ crucified,
And the day of future doom.
A golden gem in a golden jewel.
I am splendid
And shall be wanton
From the oppression of the metal-workers.15

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You can also find me as a frequent and faithful commenter on the boston.com message boards. and on the NYT.com arts boards. Find me.

This profile is all quite long - thank you for reading it.

xo

OceanCupcake
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Preparing to publish my first chapbook, return to grad school, and figuring out my zeitgeist as I assist other students with their work. I'm mourning the loss of Owsley Stanley.

"Owsley and Charlie
Twins of the trade
Come to the poet's room
Talking about the problems of the leaf ... . "
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
being intuitive, and offering compassion to underdogs.

"Do the best you can, in the place you are, and be kind." -- Scott Nearing

I make very nice blueberry pancakes, and latkes. I like to feed people. I like to clean my friends' homes when they're flat out exhausted.

I'm absolutely superb with taking care of wee ones and the elderly.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My eyes, legs and quick mind. I am sweet, but frank.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
The Road, The Road, Steely Dan, Steeleye Span, sushi and Chinese. Amongst my bucket list - to read everything in modern Russian literature that I can get my hands on. Pentangle; Dixie Dregs; Annie Haslam; David Bowie; Sainte-Colombe.

I read all the time. I'm just finished"Tinkers" and "This Republic of Suffering." David Foster Wallace is my literary god. I have a thing for depressive, suicidal writers who, on their way off the bus, tell us things that only God could know. I'm studying, on my own, the late poet Deborah Digges. I adore Gabriel Garcia Marquez, but especially "Chronicle of a Death Foretold."

I'm teaching myself to cook (thank you, Mark Bittman, for your Minimalist column) and if you're an oenophile, you can teach me about wine.

When it comes to the arts, I'm an eager student and a quick study. Math, not so much, although math is a lyric poet.

My maternal grandfather was a vaudevillian; a jazz singer; a song plugger; an R&B DJ; he owned a couple of music shops targeted to the African-American community. My Mum was a jazz aficiando; my Dad worshipped Bach; my first and favorite cousin is a blues guitarist and a producer (Luxury Wafers), and a founding member of the James Montgomery Blues Band. I love it all, from the trouvères to Marin Marais to Civil War songs to The Waterboys to Celtic song culture to a-ha to Stevie Nicks to Christine McVie (and her beautiful band, Chicken Shack) to Pearl Jam and back to Robert Johnson. Who will we meet at the crossroads?

Films- also eclectic
Beasts of the Southern Wild (Magic!)
Days of Heaven
IQ 83 (in production)
The Stranger
Lifeboat
Dr. Strangelove
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
A Clockwork Orange (and the novel from which it was adapted)
Das Boot
Wings of Desire
Last Tango in Paris
The English Patient (unlike Elaine Benes, I actually liked the thing, but loved the book more, for its geological passages)
The Shawkshank Redemption
The Green Mile
Islander
Wages of Fear
The Rules of the Game
Liquid Sky
Hiroshima mon amour
The Marriage of Maria Braun
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
In the Bedroom (and Dubus's story, "Killings")
To Kill a Mockingbird
Walkabout
Brave Little Toaster

Just a taste ...

I do *not* dig chick flicks. Please don't torture me with them, even if you're angry with me. I do *not* dig Tom Cruise and all his silliness; his cousin William Mapother is an underrated but brilliant actor.

TV ...

The Killing
Lost
Mad Men
St. Elsewhere
Hill Street Blues ("Be careful out there")
Twilight Zone
Tremé
Rome
Deadwood
The Sopranos
Seinfeld
The Jeffersons
Good Times
Barney Miller
Homicide: Life on the Street
Six Feet Under
Breaking Bad
Boomtown (Rex Trailer)
Boomtown (the LA police procedural)
Jeopardy!

I didn't watch much TV between 1976 and 1997 - please forgive my ignorance of this important medium - I'll try to learn and catch up. I did, however, organize my schedule to catch "Lost" most weeks. John Locke and Ben Linus rocked!
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My family's love
Your friendship
The sea
Books
Jumbo shrimp
Winter drizzle and fog, accompanied by thunder and lightning: Once an island girl, I learned that I prefer being a northern snow-bird.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
You may think about Gaugin's Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going? to know what I think about much.

Injustice

The environment

The way we treat our children; elderly; disabled

Jumbo shrimp
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
having downtime with friends, family and a good meal at home.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Perhaps we shall talk about this later.
I’m looking for
  • Guys who like girls
  • Ages 38–65
  • Located anywhere
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
you love beauty (the arts) and a mindful life. You must also be open to giving and receiving love. You like kids and are kind to animals (even if you don't have either).

And hey hey hey - you're not married. And if you are, you have the guts to post a pic.