Also rather noteworthy, I am relatively durable and impact resistant. Furthermore I fit into corners somewhat easily and can defend you with rocks or empty beer cans against unwanted fringe elements should the need arise,, possibly without asking to see your preferred seating voucher. I will not stare at your clothes while they go round and round in the drier for extended periods and ask you questions about the length of your previous relationships.
I am looking for a woman with humor, arms and legs (not necessarily in that order), an ability to out run the cops, or at least clean the doughnut off their faces while under pressure. Active or reactive creativity, whatever you call it, or at least an interest in the arts. Your own spirituality and willfulness. Playfulness.
LIke others here I am looking for love. At this time I can support that. It has taken time, but I am one to know that the better things often do.
These are the things that turn me on:
Watching the great Spanish Bulls of Sunshine that roll end over end down the broad streets of a fine and lazy summers day in the city.
Smelling time in good dark soil, drinking living water, listening loudly and talking softly, and the tiny yellow punk rocker flowers in the grass giving you the finger as you jimmy-up to your work-a-day Monday.
Standing hip high naked in a beautiful stream for 80 years.
Watching the redundant paper worn news in the park from last weeks edition tumble across a childs path.
Deeper visitations of ART and art.
Among other things, I am a writer, designer, musician, fools prayer, romantic (both hopeless and otherwise), playful, politically incorrect, and both wild and warm at heart. Among my friends are kindred eccentrics, runaway face fountains, select wheelie-barrow buroughed braniacs, folklaureate-jawed trowel talkers, and stones throw poets. Flakes, tiny tone liars, or superfluous goddess pageant glitter by number narcissistic personality juntas just annoy me (you know who you are....then again you probably don't-- damn, did I leave my Icon design book at Bluebottle again?)
I'm looking for a writer or other artist or someone else entirely, who is shacking up in this raw wild world... to partner with and to latch onto one another with so tightly that we smother each other completely (AHa! Just checking if you are actually reading all this! I digress). Someone special with a warm heart who is ready to take that long donkey ride out of town with, together with another emotionally available animal--(uhhh, that would be me, the biped).
Seriously though, being in the fold of the breadth, warmth and width from a shared partnership with the right person... now that does sound like a fine pot of tea....