I think I identify with homo, or queer, or NORMAL (my preference), rather than "Gay." It'd be nice to have those as options to identify with. I'm normal. Or...next to normal.

"Starskie"is the latest nickname bequeathed to me at a recent work-related hazing. I'm good with that...and they were up front in telling me I was being hazed. AND I'll play along, I just like to know what I'm in for...

NPR reported that people lied*gasp*
...on internet dating sites--pretty siginificantly. I was shocked and dumbfounded that I'd never thought of this most winningest strategy to finding a mate; to lie.

I tell the truth. I'm happy. I'm loyal. I love. I'm looking for a friend to be blissfully happy with.

I enjoy getting laughs and laughing with others...honest to god face-crinkling, stomach cramping, foot stomping, unable to breathe, red-in-the face, teary eyed giggle-fucking fits of laughter; laughing.

It's kind of a quirky fantasy to go to an alternate reality, date myself, and then have an intimate relationship, (I never realized how Greek this statement sounds.) it's true.

The last paragraph is meant to have kitchy-sci-fi cool rather than neo-Freudian wierd overtones. 'Cuz, neoFreudian I ain't.

I enjoy conversation and can hold my own in most social situations. My intellectual footing on a range of subjects is decent at worst.

Happiness, bliss, patience--at this I work at succeeding, Nirvana, listening, bodi-ness

Yoga. Kegels. Yard work (gardening, landscaping....digging holes...filling them back in). Theater. Girding my loins. Ice skating. Vigorous laughter when the time is right. Politics.

~The memory game. It will stay with you from childhood to death.
~Picking my battles.
~Timing...timing is everything (synchronicity, comedy, drama, irony, effective communication....)
~It's all about how it looks
~Play the game or you lose.
~It's not what you say, it's how you say it.
~Quite possibly, it's true that one doesn't catch more flies, as mother says, with honey, one catches more flies with shit.
~Say what you mean.
~Sometimes repetition is necessary
~holding tight to dreams is also necessary.

Smiles, ideas, beauty-recognition, words, Dressing (despite wearing pajamas to work..), avoidance of "courtesy laughter"~I find it dishonest, unflattering, and an attempt at pandering. Pushing my boundaries, knowing my limits. Nurturing, and I hope, to some degree, at this point, honesty.

Bergamot smells like fruit loops, doesn't it?

My British lawyer friend, upon making acquaintances...at an Irish bar, listening to Rock and roll covers by Hawaii natives (before she became my sister-wife...it's a long story), informed my dinner-party table that, "with lips like yours, you do not need a penis." She then nick named me Steve.

I'm on goodreads.

On my bookshelf above my bed: Grisham, John Irving, The Price of Altruism, Gravity's Rainbow, The Geography of Thought, Assholes Finish First, Animal Farm, Mrs. Dalloway, Hooters, a play in two acts, The Dodger Way to Play Baseball, Tibetan Book of the Dead, and Edgar Cayce--The Sleeping Prophet.

The Fountain, His Girl Friday, Yentl, Sunset Boulevard, JSA, Baraka, Dreams, Avatar, Spirited Away, In The Loop, Crash, Run Lola Run, The Help, The West Wing, Elaine Stritch's Live at Liberty, Liza with a Z, Truth or Dare, Alien, Aliens, Brazil, The Hours, and I have such a weighty boner for action-adventure-thriller movies, I cannot even describe it.

I'm attending Cayamo for the third time in 2013.

Favorite music? Aire on a G-string.

The smaller list is of foods I enjoy avoiding: cooked leafy greens. Like cabbage; it's like a steaming bowl of fart isn't it?

1. Love and all of it's complex irony.
2. Happiness-and remembering what constitutes it.
3. Friends
4. my higher self
5. Theater as spiritual practice
6. Mayo.

Why rogaine didn't work on my eyebrows to make them thicker, I applied for a month, wanted the pointy ones, and it didn't work. Stories. Playing. Sex. Public education about sex--youth.

How I'd like to learn to box (pugilism here, not weird lesbian fisting--though I respect it).

If, for the rest of my life, I were single, how I would feel. I've done it so far, right!?!

What it would do to my brain if I quit masturbating altogether. Would a massive depression ensue? Would I be at peace? Would it make me more depthful?--I still have yet to find out.

Usually home, flitting from one project to the next, books, movies, or getting more gym time.

I've given up porn and cabbage for lent five years running.

If anything at all held your interest here. It would be fun to chat...