Recovering Dmitri Fyodorovich Karamazov.
The best word to describe most of my fantasies is Pre-Raphaelite. (Meaning I want to frolic sensually and sexually in idealized idyllic fields with a woman who is a knight of some sort.)
I'm not sure where to put this next part, but it's definitely something that needs to be said, so I'll go ahead and say it here: I'm in a polyamorous relationship with a partner who I live with. The most serious *romantic* thing I would be looking for with anyone on here would be something like a good friend who I could make out with, say sweet things to, and maybe write some poems about. Sex is still very much an "...I dunno." My partner and I enjoy both finding people for one on one encounters as well as friends who'd like to come play with both of us together. In addition to an interest in making make out/frolic sensually and/or sexually in idealized idyllic field friends I'm also interested in making new friends in the more traditional sense of the word.
I list myself as 'bi', but the most accurate term I could think of would not be 'bi', or 'queer', but simply 'not straight.' I can't stand most straight men, I can't stand the way they talk about women, the things they joke about, I don't care about the things they care about, I'm not afraid of the things they're afraid of, and I DON'T want to be counted as one of them. So, I'm not straight. (Oh, and I've had sex with men before and all that, so at the very least, that alone quells any nagging feelings I have about my 'right' to claim not-straightness.) (Also, for a perhaps better illustration of what I'm trying to get across here, see Morrissey's new song "I'm Not a Man. Actually, just see Morrissey in general.)