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  • Ages 18–99
  • Located anywhere
  • Who are single
  • For long-term dating, short-term dating

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6′ 3″ (1.91m)
Body Type
Strictly vegetarian
Not at all
Agnosticism, and laughing about it
Mostly monogamous
Likes dogs
My self-summary
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You have fucked worse.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I write, make music, and read. At other times I don't.

I isolate (sometimes in public), I obsess, I work, I exercise, I ponder, I conceptualize, I execute, I do unmentionable things, I mention unmentionable things, I talk an unbelievable amount of shit (I type a lot of shit, as well), I interact with you people to varying degrees and with an assortment of ends in mind.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Internet dating.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I can't speak for what people notice in the real world, but based on nothing but the text and photos in this profile I've been called -- by various frankly reproachable individuals -- "disgusting," a "piece of shit," "uneducated," "vulgar," and "hopeless."

It's just nice to be noticed at all, truthfully.

(It should hopefully go without saying that many others on here aren't morons, and get the joke.)
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Specific tastes don't mean anything, in terms of compatibility, but it's vaguely fun to make lists like this. Forgive me.

Books: Ulysses, A Confederacy of Dunces, The Golden Bowl, Bleak House, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Lilith's Brood (The Xenogenesis Trilogy), Dhalgren, The Dispossessed, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, The Foundation series, The Beetle, Gargantua and Pantagruel, the dystopian fiction canon (Brave New World, We, 1984, etc.), and on and on

Films: City Lights, Playtime, The Holy Mountain, The General, The Devils, Duck Soup, The Phantom of the Paradise, Bad Timing, Zulawski's Possession, Red Desert, Fellini's Casanova, Inferno, Mondo Candido, Zardoz, Sons of the Desert, Planet of the Apes, Vagabond, Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song

Music: Roxy Music, Parliament-Funkadelic, Ornette Coleman, Scott Walker, Isaac Hayes, Sparks, Laura Nyro, Phil Spector, Delia Derbyshire, Chic, George Gershwin, Kate Bush, Giorgio Moroder, Cole Porter, Serge Gainsbourg, Wire, Beach Boys, Black Sabbath, Black Flag, Magazine, Venom, The Birthday Party, Labelle/Nona, Aretha Franklin, Swans, Chinnichap, Gamble & Huff, Fania Records, Alec R. Costandinos, King Tubby, Lee Scratch Perry, Saint Vitus, etc.

Shows: The Prisoner, The Avengers, Doctor Who, I'm Alan Partridge, Peep Show, Brass Eye, The Simpsons, South Park, SCTV, Python, etc. Some contemporary stuff like Louie and Sherlock, as well.

And, I love food, as most humans do. All kinds of food. I'm a vegetarian, but couldn't care less if you are or not.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Most of the things I've ever owned I've lost, given away, sold, or thrown out. Yet, I still "do," all the freaking time, and shit still gets done.

The catalog of items I'd describe as "my things" does change over time; suggesting that at some point there's nothing -- barring the actual necessities -- I could NEVER do without.

(I've just now read this back and realized it makes me sound like a humorless cock, which couldn't be further from the truth. I am the most humorful cock you could ever hope to meet.)

OOOH, OOOH... Okay, I've got it...

Okay, how about these flowery, sissy metaphysical concepts and/or somewhat intangibles? Imagination, love, absurdity, satire, memories, and music.

BEAT THAT SHIT! I've got a poet's soul, over here.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
How much more difficult we as a species make things for ourselves than they probably need to be.

(And this feeds the poet's soul and keeps me tortured and sexy.)
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
It's Friday night as I type this, but I wouldn't read too much into that.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I'm deathly allergic to cats.

This disgusts you because you love cats, and you irrationally view this as a flaw in my character. Also, you now regard me as genetically inferior and less than capable of being your - or your precious kitty's - protector should the shit go down (particularly if the shit going down somehow involves cats; attacking, or raining down upon us, or whatever the case may be).
You should message me if
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Mine is a niche appeal, and I am mostly a cult concern. I am fully and deeply aware of this and take NOBODY'S interest for granted. It's distinctly possible that you wouldn't care for me at all. I like to believe that if you've made it this far, however, there may be hope for us. Some extraordinarily eligible individuals do -- bless 'em -- get a kick out of me.

As for you...

You're a brilliant idiot.

You're unafraid of, and unconcerned with, what anyone else thinks of you. Or, at least you view such a condition as desirable (acknowledging that such a temperament in its purest form can probably more often be found in the insufferable and sociopathic).

While you very well may be a freak, and are perhaps even kind of crazy (the latter not a requirement, incidentally, although the former might be useful), you're not completely spiraling out of control. That's not to say that I won't be interested if you are -- as I totally might be, because let's face it there is an appeal there -- but I'd still like to give myself a fighting chance.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.... We'll go on unspecified "adventures," and all that stuff you say you want in your profile. But maybe you're also into watching fucked up movies, and 60s TV shows, listening to Scott Walker records, and talking shit into the wee small hours.

While caring deeply you maybe also don't take any of this too seriously. In short, let's embrace cosmic insignificance, and have some fun.

Please note: If I write you and you're not into it, just ignore me. I won't take it poorly as, frankly, until I've met you in person you're pretty much make-believe.