Whew, are they all gone now? Cool, let's break out the party hats!
"Everyone knows history moves in circles; the surprise is how big the circles are." (Greil Marcus)
So here I am, after nearly a decade spent adjusting to life in the off-world colonies (AKA San Francisco), back in New York City, scene of the last stretch of my misspent young adulthood. You can't go home again, but you can apparently move back to a city that still has the same street names, which is entertainingly dislocating. Everything's changed, everything's the same, my feet take me automatically to destinations that have been gone for years, and the intense circle of friends and lovers that saw me through the late 90s and early aughts is scattered to the winds. I don't want or need my old milieu back, but I need to make the city mine again: perhaps you'll be part of that?
I guess that's more of a manifesto cum status report than a self-summary. Let's try again:
I call myself an introvert, but I get itchy if I don't see enough of my friends in a week. I dye my hair stupid colors, but I play daytime corporate denizen well enough that the imposter syndrome is mostly under control. I stopped planning for the revolution when I realized what kinds of people are a little too enthustiastic about the idea, but you'll never convince me that capitalism is anything more than an interesting pit-stop on the way to something better. Seeking same, or wildly different. Surprise me! Clown suit optional.
Oh yeah, and:
The poly thing, since everyone does it differently: we've been dating for 20+ years, never monogamously. You don't have to be her BFF, but you'll meet her if you spend any substantial time around me and that has to be okay. (She's "missionista" here if you want to snoop her profile. )We mostly date separately, and generally are not using OKC to troll for threesomes. We aren't fans of endless processing: just be an adult with good personal boundaries and an ability to use your words, k?