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surfer_grrl

37 F Sayulita, Mexico

My Details

Last Online
Aug 23
Orientation
Bisexual
Ethnicity
Black, Hispanic / Latin
Height
5′ 2″ (1.57m)
Body Type
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Sometimes
Religion
Other, but not too serious about it
Sign
Capricorn, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from masters program
Job
Education
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Open relationship
Relationship Type
Strictly non-monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t want kids
Pets
Speaks
English (Fluently)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I'm on vacation! That means I'm looking for surfing buddies and adventure share-ers. And I'd probably be up for a drink, too. But if you speak English (my Spanish is embarrassingly bad) and want to take a day trip to a surf break, drop me a line.

I actually describe myself as  queer, not "bisexual." I also identify as  non-monogamous. Just because that's the first thing you should know about me.

That said, here goes.

I'm a queer, feminist, cutie who lives in Crown Heights Brooklyn, with frequent attempts to go gallivanting off to surf in warmer climes. I like to surf, sew, read all the time, knit, and smooch. And I like to snuggle.

I'm fairly open to whatever adventures okcupid can offer, including -- but not limited to, -- drinking, smooching, biking, surfing, exploring, and dyeing hair. Right now, I'm especially looking for surfing buddies and people to go to free stuff in the parks with.

Random facts about me: I'm a tactile person, so I'm touchy-feely, not just with people, but with things, too. This means I'm really sensitive and bruise easily, but it also means I like to be touched. I like to be stimulated intellectually as well as physically. I laugh loudly. I don't own a TV. I own many pairs of striped, dotted, or otherwise fancy legware.

In my ideal world, it's all about steady play, and that's mostly what I'm in the market for these days. I like messy hair, both by design and by accident. My inner child isn't very inner. I like to lie on the beach and play in the ocean. I have a penchant for parentheses, and am inordinately proud of myself for not using any, so far.

I recently changed my OKCupid name, and I like it. The other day, I was called "a punk rock sex pixie." I didn't choose that as my OkC name, but I think I'd like it to become my new nickname.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Attempting to rearrange things so I can conduct my entire life in Brooklyn. Except for surfing trips. There's no surfing in Brooklyn.

Indoctrinating small children.

Learning how to steer my bike without using my hands.

Knitting.

Wearing Outfits whenever possible.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Sewing; I have two sewing machines (a regular one and a Serger), and I make most of my skirts and dresses. To clarify: someone once said, "So you make your own clothes? Does that mean that you cut the sleeves off of one shirt and sew them onto another one?" Actually, no. It means that I take a rectangle (sometimes a square, more often an irregular polygon) of fabric and say some magic words and it turns into a skirt. If I say different magic words, it turns into a dress. (Secretly, you can tell I make my clothes if you look at the hems: I hate hemming; therefore, many of my skirts have no hems, or just are stitched around the bottom. Don't tell.)

Making yummy drinks. My favorite summer drink is one I made up a few years ago: a Stormy Glitter. It involves ginger syrup, basil, and bourbon.

Predicting the ends of movies. This is not fun; it makes movies far more annoying than they should be. I'm working on blunting this, even though it may be my only super power.

Oh, and I am fabulous at using semicolons; they're my favorite punctuation.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I sure don't know; I'm not in your head. Let me know, if you'd like. Hopefully, it's not that my clothing has no hems.

The other day, I had the following exchange with a roller derby girl.
Derby girl: Are those garters?
Me: Yes.
Derby Girl: Do you just randomly rock garters on an everyday basis? Like, on the regular?
Me: Yes.
Derby Girl: Bad. Ass.

I don't think it was the first thing she noticed, but I'd like to pretend it was.

I imagine it's the pink hair.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books: way too many...here's a sampling: Someplace to be Flying, by Charles de Lint; The Temple of My Familiar, by Alice Walker; Bloom County Babylon: Five Years of Basic Naughtiness, by Berke Breathed; Jitterbug Perfume (and others) by Tom Robbins, Against Love by Laura Kipnis...the list goes on, and changes fairly frequently, too. I really could go on here for a while, but I think I'll stop. If you want to know more, you can always message me, and if you've already been overwhelmed, well, this is a good place to stop. I just finished _The Dovekeepers_ and was surprised at how moving I found it.

Movies: I'm not really a movie person; I've been told this is because I have an uncanny gift (curse?) of being able to predict the ending to every movie I watch, but I think that's an exaggeration. Either way, I think the last movie I saw in a movie theater that wasn't a rendition of a book I loved was Pan's Labyrinth; it was beautiful, and is exactly the kind of dark fantasy I enjoy. I like all of Eddie Izzard's standup, although that probably doesn't qualify as movies. But I think he's brilliant. And I like most of the early Muppet movies, too.

Instead of movies, I've decided I like the circus. Perhaps I shall run away to the circus.

Shows: I don't own a television, but I do occasionally use the internets for this purpose. I like Freaks and Geeks, and the British version of Coupling. I liked Glee for awhile, until it made me gag.

Music: Blues, old reggae (think Toots), 80s music for fun. My Pandora stations include the Pogues, Pat Benetar, and Queen. I'm not into music the way a lot of folks are. And I'm way, way behind in the hipster music arena, even though OKCupid pegs me as "more indie." The more fools, they.

Food: Cheese. Seriously. Aside from that, I like Thai and Indian food, like everyone else in NYC. I'm embarrassingly picky, mostly about texture, but about completely random things, as well. I often feel like a bad New Yorker because I don't particularly enjoy Ethiopian or Middle Eastern food.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
This is a silly question. Instead, here is a list of a random number of things that improve the quality of my life: my glasses (contacts for surfing); good books; my cozy bed; snuggles; things to do with my hands (like knitting); my bike; my collection of corsets; whiskey; hot chocolate; my surfboards.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
What one should do when the bad guys have all the guns.

Where all the cutie queer girls (and boys) are hiding; do you know?

Dyeing my hair. I now have bright pink and purple streaks in my hair.

Nonmonogamy.

What (if anything) to do about the fact that I am becoming incredibly cynical.

How much I hate asshole drivers when I am riding my bike.

Smashing the state.

Sex. Yeah, it creeps in there every few hours. I spend a fair amount of time thinking about modern courtship rituals, and how to deal with the fact that I list "casual sex" as a thing I'm looking for, but that, as I grow older, my standards for said casual sex have grown to include "someone I can stand talking to long enough to get their clothes off." Sometimes this works out well; sometimes, I lose patience. Actually, I just stopped listing "casual sex." I got really sick of the badly-spelled one-liners.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Hopefully debauching in some manner. By debauching, I mean engaging in hopefully two, preferably three, of the seven deadly sins.

When my hopes are not fulfilled, my Fridays occasionally consist of collapsing; small children and their parents are exhausting. Saturday nights are proving to be more hope-fulfilling.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I have a very old (and very bad) habit of getting crushes on characters in books. And my secret dream is to be the sign editor of the world, so I can rescue all the quotation marks that are languishing around words like "fresh," when, really, underlining would be more appropriate.

Also, I want to be a gay boy when I grow up.

Also, below: "activity partners" = surfing buddies. Everything else = people (particularly hot queers) I like and respect and would like to hook up with on a regular basis, for as long as is mutually agreeable. The available categories don't really contain my desires.
I’m looking for
  • Everybody
  • Ages 30–50
  • Near me
  • For long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
You're a cute, smart, girl. You're a cute, smart, boy. (Y'all can choose either, both, or none of the above gendered words to describe yourself.)

You understand that we're communicating using text, which is less ideal than actual human contact, but since we have to deal with the limitations of the medium, you're willing to use complete sentences -- paragraphs even! -- to get an idea or two across. And when I say text, I mean letters and words, not text-speak. Sorry; I'm a curmudgeon.

You're interested in intermittent play/brunch dates that might have to be planned several weeks in advance because we're all busy, but that's okay because it'll be fun.

You ride your bike with fluid grace, like it's an extension of your body. Seriously, I saw someone doing this last night, and I wanted to stop them and make out with them on the spot.

You want to come roller skating with me.

You're a good kisser.

You want to come to knitting night and stay for a sleepover.