Let's cover the basics, this will be short and sweet.
If you can't handle that I'm a single father, move on.
If you can't handle that I'm a socialist, move on.
If you can't handle that I have burns, move on.
If you can't handle that I'm agnostic, move on.
If you can't hold your own, or don't even have a desire to, have a deep and thoughtful conversation about the meaning of life, the universe, and everything then move on.
In short, I can be very blunt. I would prefer to be soft and poetic, but the world seems to think that beauty or worth is skin-deep and therefore finds my scars both hideous and revolting.
Now! To some nice stuff. The details say 'bisexual'. To explain fully, I identify as a pansexual man. I'm primal. I'm dominant. I'm sadistic. If you're afraid of that, then we can simply be friends. I do believe that is possible.
Yet I am also quiet, contemplative, and sweet. For my ex-wife's 16th birthday I gave her 16 flowers: 15 real roses and one plastic. Along with this gift I wrote her, "For your sixteenth birthday, I promise to love you till the last one dies." I write poetry when I am moved, and most of my poetry concerns the joys and sorrows of love.
I once saved a woman and her three children from the homeless shelter. I fell in love with her. I moved them into my home to keep them away from their abusive ex/father. We dated. She moved on.
I am an historian and an intellectual, but I am also a doting, kind, and caring father and friend. More than anything I simply want to make a family. Tear from me my job, my home, my name. I just want a loving family.
If you managed to read all of that and can handle all of that then I invite you to read on. :)