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25 M East Carondelet, IL

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  • Ages 18–28
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Aug 25
White, Other
5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
Atheism, and very serious about it
Aquarius, and it’s fun to think about
Working on university
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Doesn’t want kids
Likes cats
English (Fluently), C++ (Okay), Hebrew (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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I'll likely as not not be able to carry on regular conversations on here. I don't have Internet access at my home; I have to go to my grandmother's house to get on.

I've probably already sent you this like a creeper. If not, text me at 618-504-9041 if you're interested in trying to have a (semi)-regular conversation. And I suppose, as that suggests, I exist on a skid-row level of poverty. Are you a material girl in a material world? So solly, cholly.


Is posting a lot of quotes from Great Authors as part of a self-summary insufferable?

Oh, well.

"Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow"
- Eliot

"If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the bottom of everything there were only a wild ferment, a power that twisting in dark passions produced everything great or inconsequential; if an unfathomable, insatiable emptiness lay hid beneath everything, what would life be but despair?"
- Kierkegaard

"Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one."
- Heidegger

I am not capable of driving at the moment, because of my own stupidity and human failings. I don't expect anyone to carry this cross for me - but it'd be helpful if it could be worked around.
What I’m doing with my life
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I was a newsie, hawking newspaper subscriptions at public events. Now I'm a nothing - unemployed, and quite honestly potentially unemployable, at least for the immediate future. Fun, right? If we're to be completely honest - and in my own defense I am severely honest - I'm probably incapable of taking care of myself at this point in my life, and am certainly not capable of taking care of you. These are for reasons quite beyond my control; I'm not a derelict by choice, you see.

That said, there is a certain joy in self-destruction.

I'm currently in between college courses, trying to figure out something to do with myself. I've published one book so far, a short story collection titled 'Savior Self' - and, if you ask me nicely, and maybe promise to make me a Polish sausage, I'll give you a copy.

I have two others in the works: a nonfiction examination of the writings of Marx and a novel based on Crowleyan magick, 'The Nothing'.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I have no sense of objectivity about myself whatsoever. So I'm always painfully self-conscious and I tend to assume that people think the worst of me.

Consequently, I'm really good at being strange and unpleasant to be around for extended periods of time.

What I've gotten better at, however, is being comfortable with myself.

For a very long time I was miserable. Recently, however, I've begun to come around that bend. I've met quite a few new friends in the last six months, and have gotten rid of several 'friends' who were self-serving to the last. I'm cleaner than I used to be. I'm also much less likely to be duped by the pretensions of intelligence. Bitter? Absolutely, like wormwood, to the very end. But alive, in better health than I've ever been and with high hopes for my future.
The first things people usually notice about me
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My cheekbones.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books (authors): Friedrich Nietzsche, Georges Bataille, Max Stirner, Albert Camus. Mostly my tastes range towards philosophical non-fiction of the 'continental' variety, though, of course, the distinction between what is true and false becomes quite irrelevant in that genre. I'm also into speculative horror: Clive Barker and Poppy Z. Brite are both amazing.

Movies: Anything horrific. The trashier (or, on the other end of the spectrum, the more artistically done), the better. I'm also fond of neo-noir - films like 'Bound', which is the only Wachowski sibling film worth seeing, 'Blue Velvet', 'Dark City', and scores and scads of others.

Television: I prefer my television like my tea - British. If you know what Garth Marenghi's Darkplace is, or have ever seen a full episode of Red Dwarf, please message me, I want to congratulate you for being amazing.


90s pop. Do you know Sinead O'Connor? You ought to. She penned and sang these lyrics:

"I remember the day the young man came
Said, "Your Jackie's gone, he got lost in the rain"
And I ran to the beach, and laid me down

"You're all wrong," I said, and they stared at the sand
"That man knows that sea like the back of his hand
He'll be back some time, laughing at you"

Show me another woman who sings with such passion and I will show you a woman who I love.

Other than that, I'm very into industrial, darkwave, post-punk, and metal. I had a long list of bands I enjoy, but to be honest, you don't really care. I listen to a *lot* of music - several hundred bands. If you want to discuss the intricacies of the metal subgenres or their relation to other morbid music floating around the cultural aether, then message me.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My cigarettes (Scratch that: I've quit as of february '12) (scratch that scratch: my ex-girlfriend availed herself to post it. I'm trying to quit, but to no avail as of December '12.)
My computer
My boots
My cat
My writing
My life
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
I'm going to post a series of observations that might be useful to someone speaking with me here as they come to me.

Observation One: conventional feminists end up with as conventional a moral structure as conventional Christians.

I'd almost never choose to associate myself with a self-professed feminist unless she tacked an 'individualist' onto the front of that label, ala Voltarine de Cleyre.

Observation Two: The worst trait a woman can have is self-righteousness. It makes her catty. The worst trait a man can have is a lack of self-assertiveness. It turns him into putty in the hands of the former. I used to be that way, in my own inner dialogue as well as in my associations with others. No longer.

Observation Three: Your nerd culture sucks and I hate it. Try to develop a personality beyond your favorite websites and Internet memes, please: you are more than your hobbies. Entertainment is not an occupation. Nobody cares about your web videos or your character profiles (they aren't you, either).

Observation Four: At the end of the

day, a majority of people want only comfort - better stagnation than the pain of responsibility, the agony of having to choose. I've put up with this for far too long, but no longer. Either decide or it will be decided for you. All existence is the agony of choice. I will no longer tolerate those who shirk the hard and uneven road for the comfort of the familiar.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Doing whatever strikes my fancy.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I draw no distinctions between public and private life. I have, had sex in public places; others knew, and were entertained.

I idolize Richard Nixon. Not in the sense that I agree with him politically - far from it; I consider myself a left-libertarian. But in his personality, the personality of a baroque, frustrated man who experienced life as an extended sequence of water drops in a Chinese water torture chamber, I find a lot to relate to.
You should message me if
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I want a girl whose mind tastes like strawberries fresh picked from the field.

In the immortal words of Bono:

Lift my days
Light up my nights