I'm a scruffy localvore. I enjoy being outside, and I have a fantastic dog named Dingo Berry. We like going on long car trips together in my little hatchback.
I make my own pickles and jams and salsa and hot sauce, pretty much anything you can seal in a jar. I write creatively, I do tarot readings, I'll do pretty much anything that involves creativity, whether I'm good at it or not.
I'm a cancer survivor and proud of it. I'm proud of my scars and every missing bit and piece of me.
What I’m doing with my life
Right now I'm working between two opposing ideals, that of being a writer and that of being sane.
I’m really good at
I'm worn around the edges but I'm good at seeing the world with
fresh eyes. I Make a mean meatloaf. I Am terrible at watching
horror movies without something or someone to hide under.
I'm great at cuddling, and listening and being there. Except when
I'm tired or my blood sugar is low, then I'm just good at cuddling.
The first things people usually notice about me
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
As far as books go, HP Lovecraft, Clive Barker, and yes Stephen
King all the way.
For entertainment, Anything that poses a riddle and challenges you
to solve it is great, so that ranges from "Cabin in the Woods" to
'Miss Marple" to "Dude Where's My Car" - I'm not super picky.
Music: I like all genres, I'm not super devoted to anything, the
tone of the song matters more to me than who sings it. 70s rock,
black ghosts, brad sucks, roisin murphy, they all have play lists
on my Pandora
Food: LAY IT ON ME! I will eat, or cook, ANYTHING, at least once.
The six things I could never do without
I'm learning that, except for the essentials like oxygen and stuff,
you can get by with almost nothing if you want to. I'd certainly
miss most, if I lost it:
My taste buds
My right hand
The ability to appreciate the warmth and contact of another
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Who, What, When, Why, Where, and How. Not just when I'm writring,
just in general too. Why did someone stuff a danish under these
pumpkins at the grocery store? Were they saving it for later? Is it
a secret pastry stash? Did they decide they didn't want it but the
garbage can was TOO far away? Maybe it's a compulsion. It's
fascinating to ponder irrelevant details like that.
On a typical Friday night I am
I dunno, either working, setting up a game night or dinner party,
or making jams, or snuggling n watching stuff with trusted friends.
I'm not much of a set routine kind of guy so if I'm free I like
doing what I can.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Give me a reason to tell you
You should message me if
Message me if you want to talk, or to arrange to meet, or to tell
me your favorite flavor pie. Is it strawberry jalapeño? Well you
haven't had one of my pies yet.