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siorghlas

24 Somerville, MA Gender Nonconforming, Non-binary

Gender Nonconforming, Non-binary

I’m looking for

  • Everyone
  • Ages 20–40
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Queer, Pansexual
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 3″ (1.60m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Mostly vegetarian
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Sometimes
Religion
Agnosticism, and laughing about it
Sign
Libra, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Space camp
Job
Technology
Income
Rather not say
Status
Single
Type
Non-monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, and doesn’t want any
Pets
Has dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), French (Okay), Portuguese (Poorly), Irish (Poorly)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I want you to stop right now and take thirty seconds to think about something you're desperately passionate about and then message me and tell me what it is.

Refer to me by whichever pronouns make you happy. My theory on identity and relationships can be summed up by "fuck ontology" -- I'm concerned with experiencing the what and the how, not naming it, and I like letting things go where they may. I'm more into intimacy than sex per se. I find Myers-Briggs typology unforgivably reductive for this reason.

My canvas is college-ruled. I live for language. Prescriptivism grinds my gears.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Abiding by the campsite rule.

Sometimes I also QA software for a security company so companies don't half-ass protecting your data.

Trying to get my internal monologue to be in a voice that isn't Daria's.

Examining everyone's societal narratives. Mine, too.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
writing huge walls of text in short periods of time.
waxing poetic about nothing in particular.
pretending I'm not a hopeless romantic.
losing at snowball fights.
mischief.
twice-weekly existential crises.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
I don't like lists -- what would we talk about if I told you everything? But here are some jumping-off points, which is to say a Slice of the Now for the categories described (and a few not, because following directions is best when convenient).

The Years of Rice and Salt

Working through this list: http://agoodmovietowatch.com/netflix/best-movies-have-not-seen/

The Amazing World of Gumball

Psybient & americana

Avocado on everything. Black beans. Hummus. Mauby.

Trebuchets, walking, and my car, Jadzia. (Yes I did.)
The T has been removed from this listing until further notice due to budget cuts.

TCP and ICMP. (UDP has stood me up one too many times. /thumps table)

Harmontown
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Compassion.

Everything else descends from that.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
"Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free."
-- Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker

“For a long while I have believed - this is perhaps my version of Sir Darius Xerxes Cama’s belief in a fourth function of outsideness - that in every generation there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not belonging, who come into the world semi-detached, if you like, without strong affiliation to family or location or nation or race; that there may even be millions, billions of such souls, as many non-belongers as belongers, perhaps; that, in sum, the phenomenon may be as “natural” a manifestation of human nature as its opposite, but one that has been mostly frustrated, throughout human history, by lack of opportunity. And not only by that: for those who value stability, who fear transience, uncertainly, change, have erected a powerful system of stigmas and taboos against rootlessness, that disruptive, anti-social force, so that we mostly conform, we pretend to be motivated by loyalties and solidarities we do not really feel, we hide our secret identities beneath the false skins of those identities which bear the belongers’ seal of approval. But the truth leaks out in our dreams; alone in our beds (because we are all alone at night, even if we do not sleep by ourselves), we soar, we fly, we flee. And in the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the non-belongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks. What we forbid ourselves we pay good money to watch, in a playhouse or a movie theatre, or to read about between the secret covers of a book. Our libraries, our palaces of entertainment tell the truth. The tramp, the assassin, the rebel, the thief, the mutant, the outcast, the delinquent, the devil, the sinner, the traveller, the gangster, the runner, the mask: if we did not recognize in them our least-fulfilled needs, we would not invent them over and over again, in every place, in every language, in every time.”
-- Sir Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

Ways to cheat the academic system and end up with a Ph.D. without having to sell my soul to Fannie Mae or commit myself to a lifetime of drudgery.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
shedding the confines of the corporeal body I wear during the work week and letting my aethereal protrusions rest and writhe freely in the gloam.

Otherworldly sentiences got to get paid, son.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
If you quote Tom Robbins at me, I'm easier than Go Fish. (Googling Tom Robbins and throwing a random quote into a message hoping to get laid does not count.)

I don't like red meat.

Oh, technically I'm not actually single. I have a partner, PopPhonic; we live together but our say in each other's relationships usually extends to time management questions and "this person is definitely an axe murderer please don't bring them into my house". We list as single because OKCupid's default search settings are dumb. Also, again, fuck ontology.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
you can't believe you read the whole thing.

you have something you think you can teach me.

you have something to say about the Oxford comma. I'm legitimately conflicted.

you understand that I am very particular about the conditions under which I do more than cuddling and kissing. If it proceeds, it's because we're brain-compatible first and pants-compatible second.

you're up for any of snuggling and board games, adventuring as fast as our feet will take us, intense debate about subjects we're passionate about, embracing absurdity, and making it happen. Possibly all at once.

Messages amounting to any of "hey", "you're sexy", or "want to see my penis" will be either ignored or responded to in a way you won't like. Messages consisting solely of commentary on my appearance will be viewed with scorn. There are over 1,000 words in my profile; you can pick something out, I'm sure.