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angelmage

36 Emeryville, CA Man

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I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 18–46
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Dec 26
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Height
6′ 2″ (1.88m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Sometimes
Religion
Other, and very serious about it
Sign
Scorpio, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Dropped out of university
Job
Technology
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Strictly non-monogamous
Offspring
Has a kid
Pets
Dislikes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English

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Once a Coyote sat on a log. . .
What I’m doing with my life
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And drifted down the stream, laughing and singing to himself and
watching the world go by. And as he drifted, strumming his guitar
strings and watching the leaves change from green to brown and back again, he spied the most beautiful flower he’d ever seen. It was red, with blue pearls upon its petals, and it filled the air with
such a scent that no one with Coyote’s nose could miss it.
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Overcome, Coyote leaped from his log and knelt by the flower,
inhaling its beautiful scent. He spent the afternoon gazing at the
flower, but when it folded its petals up for the night, Coyote was
unsure what to do. So, he went back to his log and continued to
float down the stream, singing to himself and watching the world go by. Except now, all his songs were love songs for the beautiful
flower.
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The stream bent and twisted and curved, sometimes slow and easy, sometimes fast and wild, until finally, it came to another flower, this one white and gold and brilliant, its broad wild leaves drinking in the warm sunlight. Again, Coyote knelt by the flower, basking in the glory of its beauty. Suddenly, from out of the woods came Bear, all a-snarl.
“You greedy Coyote!” howled Bear, “This is MY flower!”
“Can we not both share the flower?” asked Coyote, confused.
“No! Now be off with you, else I rend your hide with my
claws!”

So, sadly, Coyote got back on his log and drifted away.

As the turns and twists of the stream would have it, Coyote found a third flower. This one a beautiful, dark violet flower, with yellow
upon its petals and dark thick leaves. But as Coyote knelt to
inhale the scent of the blossom, it folded up its violet petals and tucked them away. “Off with you!” the flower said to him, “I belong to Beaver. No others shall enjoy me!”

“But why can Beaver and I not BOTH enjoy you?” asked Coyote, taken aback.

But the flower was insulted, and angry. “What kind of flower do you take me for?” So, respecting the pretty flower’s wishes, Coyote went away again.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Book: The Fifth Sacred Thing, by Star Hawk.
Movie: Contact (the book is tedious)
Music: If you don't enjoy acoustic folk music, I'm not sure what you'll make of me. If you know what filk is, you might find me amusing. I write epic ballads about role playing games my friends have run. If that's too nerdy for you, so am I.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Women
Musical Instruments
Stories
Water
Dreams
The Grand Canyon
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
And as the stream carried Coyote, over rapids and rushes and by forests and meadows and ALMOST to the sea, MUCH farther along than most ever float, Coyote came to a place where a beautiful and very wild flower grew, a flower that was yellow and white and adorned with many many petals. And sitting by the flower was Turtle, smiling down at it.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Leaping from his log, Coyote sat down next to Turtle. Disheartened by his recent experiences, Coyote asked “Can I enjoy your flower too?”

Turtle laughed at him. “This is NOT my flower, Coyote. It belongs
to itself. How could I presume to possess such a marvelous thing?
Why don’t you ask the flower’s permission?”

And so Coyote asked the flower. And the flower turned to Coyote and unveiled its beautiful petals and he inhaled its thick, heady
scent, like honey.

And in the grass nearby, Coyote spied another flower. And another. And he and his friend Turtle sat, and enjoyed the flowers together. For a long, long time.
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I'm a Coyote. Want to be a Flower? Or a Turtle?
You should message me if
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You understand that I'm polyamorous!

You've kindly humored me and taken my test:
The What Musical Instrument Are You (In Bed) Test

You took my test and are a hammered dulcimer (or anything, really).

You know when the narwhal bacons.

You want a ride to Burning Man.

Also, if you're the kind of girl who thinks a blind date at the Grand Canyon sounds exciting.

You know I have a wonderful young son and are ok with that.

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