got a strong lust for life. music is the food of love, as well as film, i can't get enough. but perhaps those are just stand-ins for the SPIRITS invoked therein, the souls represented. there's nothing like a good soul! y'know?

i am 39, but look 27 or 30, runs in the family. still get carded at bars.

i make films. it's a form of therapy, a way of being reborn.
i have also gone on song-writing sprees.
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things are intense: breathing, petting my cat - it's a lot. it's great. it's terrible. i laugh over spilled milk, if it's done right. timing is everything. i value friends and inherently distrust heads of state. i'd like to live in a communal ark where everybody yelled & screamed & were very kind to each other. this could just be 2 people. me & someone else. i want to give and receive love & affection. ideally i wanna grow old & horny with that special someone. or at least have a very meaningful/satisfying one-night-stand.

i spent years as a traveling/performing musician before finding my calling as a stationary, reclusive, tortured-artist-type. but maybe being lonely & tortured is not my true calling after all. i'd love to be proven wrong.

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• sassykatz

making movies - documentaries about singing werewolves, tragic-looking birds, hobos who fall in love, and polk county moonshine 190 proof. i'm very interested in anything that's got to do with falling off a horse. especially if the person gets back on it.

not being able to learn foreign languages. i'm unsophisticated in that way. also: petting my cat, playing ukulele, editing films, spinning a basketball on my finger, cleaning up after myself, knowing songs' words by heart, watching films, liking people (once i get past judging them out of fright). i got a lot of love to give underneath all the self-hate!

that i've probably never been in the military.

BOOKS: paul auster, mark twain, charles bukowski, john fante, harvey pekar, john kennedy toole, and naomi klein's "the shock doctrine"

MOVIES: The Idiots (Lars Von Trier), Adaptation, Funny HaHa, Synecdoche, American Movie, Even Dwarves Started Small, Life is Sweet, Happiness, What Dreams May Come, East of Eden (James Dean), Deconstructing Harry, Midnight Cowboy, Julien Donkey-Boy, On the Waterfront, Twelve Monkeys, Down By Law

MUSIC: Bonnie Prince Billy, Patti Smith, Sonic Youth, Jelly Roll Morton, Tom Waits, Memphis Jug Band, Beck, Daniel Johnston, Chuck Berry, Velvet Underground, Robert Crumb and His Cheap Suit Serenaders, Bob Dylan, Silver Jews, Leonard Cohen, Blind Willie Johnson, Belle & Sebastian, Hank Williams

FOOD: Moroccon, Indian, Sushi, seltzer water (lime, lemon, or lemon/lime), pineapple pizza

any body or thing that won't make me feel so alone in this beautiful mixed-up world. and i'd prefer bodies to things.

what the fuck is up with mankind? is it worth saving? maybe, or maybe not, but how/who will save it? (pretty grim, huh?)

and, what is it that prevents (most of) us all from breaking into song at any given moment?

also: gaza, our disastrous gov't, global fucking warming, the magic of the individual, and nothing matters but feelings and that everybody's fed.

cryin' in my soup.

i'm a wounded soul. it happened rather early on. still trying to make sense of it all - the overbearing joowish mother, the narrow father, dreary suburb, etc.. so i suffer sometimes from extreme social-disengagement (for lackuvabetterphrase), but i'm not the depressed type. you could call it trauma. i'm working on it all 24/7. it's nothing that years & years of psychotherapy can't fix, i'm hoping. can you deal with it?

i am, privately, a great dancer.

ya believe in the extra brilliant kindness of the soul. you're half-crazy, and the other half quite sane. i'm looking for someone who can play the piano with three hands, bathes in a pile of national geographic magazines, & can make a good stack of pancakes & sit on them when she's tired. someone who can tolerate confusion with some patience & compassion (you're gonna need it if you're with me - hahaha!).

i gravitate to friends & girlfriends 2 to 12 years younger than me. i guess i'm a pervert. but, wait a minute, i'm attracted to older women too! i guess my lust knows no limits. a girl who plays the washboard would be excellent, or someone whose just wild about films (or just wild about something..anything, even just tortilla chips).

i ain't really lookin' for cheap sex at this point in my life (but never said i'd turn it down either! hahaha!). don't get me wrong, i love the stuff! but, uh, i'd really like something real, loving, even long-lasting. i'd prefer a "nice" woman but would tolerate a slightly mean or even psychotic woman if you had other redeeming features, such as a charming way of cursing, a history of time spent on the mississippi river in a raft, or smooth shoulder blades. shoplifters are welcome, as are ex-cons, high school drop-outs, glue-sniffers, train-hoppers, social degenerates, college professors, filmmakers, & the psychically wounded.

I am also looking for plain ol' friends, I guess that makes me lonely.

Editors

• beurriere