I am polyamorous. I am bisexual. I am open about this with everyone that I am interested in romantically, and with many (but not all) of the people who are close to me. (I don't feel that my sexual preference is something my family needs to know about, as I'm not having sex with them.)

I am in a relationship with a wonderful woman who is not only okay with the fact that I'm bisexual, she thinks it's pretty hot, and is occasionally annoyed with me for not having found a boyfriend, yet. I haven't found a boyfriend yet because sex isn't the point, and too many of the guys who are looking for other guys don't get that point.

In spite of starting this essay the way I did, those are just the labels, they're not me. They're useful mainly in the repulsion of people I'd probably find repulsive, anyway. My labels do not define me, any more than yours, however much you like them, define you. People are too complex for that. It would be as accurate to say the fact that I'm a fairly average amateur violinist defines me as a person as it would be to say the fact that I'm bisexual or poly defines me as a person; the difference is that the latter is offensive to some people, so they want to make more of it than I would, whereas the former only matters to the people I inflict my sadly lacking musical skills upon.

I am curious, yellow, and blue

Working retail at one of the coolest places on the planet. I love my job, 99 days out of 100. On the hundredth day, I probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Writing, reading more than is probably healthy, learning just enough ColdFusion, HTML, JavaScript, Drupal, PHP/MySQL or whatever type of web programming I need to keep the website working at the company I'm working for, but never enough to actually qualify for geekhood, playing the violin competently, helping people I care about, handling things in a crisis situation that I usually suck at when there's no crisis involved.

If my hair's down, that probably the first thing. If not, it's likely to be my smile, which is usually plastered on my mug about eighty percent of the time. When they're close enough, I'm usually told I have beautiful eyes, which I completely fail to see, as they seem (to me, at least) to be fairly nondescript hazel to warm brown, depending on my mood and the available light -- nothing special, there.

I have too many favorite books to even get started here, but I'll list a few just to give an idea of scope. Godbody (and anything else by Theodore Sturgeon); Watchers, by Dean Koontz (and many, but not all, of his other books); Boy's Life, by Robert McCammon; the Song of Ice & Fire series, by George R.R. Martin; the Matthew Scudder and Bernie Rhodenbarr novels, by Lawrence Block (and most of the rest of his work); Lonesome Dove, by Larry McMurtry (how good does a *western* have to be to win the freakin' Pulitzer?!!); To Kill A Mockingbird (the movie was only decent, but the book fair approaches perfection); Push, by Sapphire; The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test; a whole lot of science fiction and fantasy; Watership Down; Helprin's Winter's Tale; Stephen Mitchell's translations of the Tao te Ching, the Bhagavad Gita, and the poems of Rilke and Neruda; Nicholas Basbanes A Gentle Madness, the list does go on. . .sorry, I really *did* mean to be brief.

Movies are all over the place, too, after the above ridiculousnessness, I'll refrain from starting another massive list of listyness.

Music -- everything from classical to heavy metal, with a bunch of Celtic traditional in between. I'm poly in my musical tastes, too. ;)

Food -- favorite is probably Thai, especially *good* Tom Kha Gai, Satay with spicy tamarind sauce instead of peanut sauce, and spicy basil. Also a fan of sushi, good Chinese (hard to find), etc. I mostly eat ethnic foods when I eat out, because I don't like to pay for something that I can do better at home.

Puns, Melody (my love), music, my local poly community (they're awesome!), and two other things that I'll come up with later. . .

How I can be a higher-than-80% match with someone, and *also* be a higher-than-30% enemy. If I've looked at your profile, and you've gone "why the (*#$&*)#(@ is *that* guy looking at my profile?!", it's probably because I'm curiouser about what makes OKCupid think that me and Random Stranger will be big-time enemies than I am about what makes it think we're going to be bosom buddies or lifetime lovers. I guess I'm just wired that way!

Either at home, recovering from the work week, or meeting up with my local poly peeps -- we have a social get-together at a local coffee shop every Friday. I used to anchor the thing, so I was there pretty much every week, but now that the community is thriving to the point that I'm superfluous, I don't attend nearly as reliably.

If the rest of this profile didn't make it clear enough, I'm a fairly open-book kind of guy.

. . .any of this preramble seems interesting to you. Or you're interested in polyamory and not yet plugged into the local poly community here in the Triangle. Though I no longer organize the monthly poly discussion group meetings or announce and anchor the weekly social gatherings, I can still point you in the right direction. :P

. . .you're a bi guy or gay guy who's okay with dating a bi guy (emphasis on *dating*, as I'm not looking for the casual sex thing until I get to know you).