I'd probably say I'm poly - though typing that word makes my insides hurt. Not that I have any problem with it at all, it just garners the same cringe worthy reaction I get while explaining that I'm an artist/writer who happens to live on the border of Ridgewood and Bushwick. Eventually people are shocked to see my work, and that I know what the hell I'm doing, then reply, "Oh, I know you said you were an artist, but I didn't know you met like an 'artist-artist," As if stating either one people half expect I that I have a gluten allergy, play the ukelele, and collect old cameras at flea markets. Not that any thing is wrong with any of that shit, I'm deem myself a feminist and loved bacon 'before it was popular', but fucking spread it out a bit. It's like there is a "Hipster Clone Girl who lives in Brooklyn" template that's passed around these days - possibly offered by OKCupid for 2.99/month.
I try to think of myself as an independent thinker. Which is unfairly easy thing for me to do, given the easy transition from the obnoxious art-snob contrarian of my youth. Fun times... fun times. But I always had a natural tendency to be walking contradiction. I'm a talkative introvert whose both an Artist and Jock, a Nerd and a Rebel. You can catch one day in a three piece suit or a jump suit covered with paint (often a mix of the two). I can randomly spit out the lyrics to "Liquid Swords," "Closer," the "Duck Tales" theme song, and even "Maria" from West Side Story... which is mostly Maria a shit-load of times. I'm often the life of the party, while giving the bare minimum of fucks, yet still likes needs his alone time. Because of this my Keirsey temperament has been all over the place - "Inventor," "Mastermind" and "Architect". Seems a bit pumpkin spice to let tests define me, and I get angry at over simplified questions. You hear me OKCupid? Get your shit together!
Oh, and I curse a shit ton and say uncomfortable truths, yet some how I get along with everyone. I dare you to not like me. I double-dog dare you, motherfucker. But there really is fine line between being fun or generous, and telling everyone how goddamn great everything is. No one likes a kiss ass. It's dishonest and I hate dishonesty - where ever it comes from.
Despite this self summary, which I hope dissuades any card card carrying member of whatever cone army you serve... I'm actually a fun easy going guy. I love dancing my ass off (alone if necessary), listening to and telling great stories, side-spitting conversations about nothing and everything, drinks with good friends and interesting strangers, while eating food full of flavor and traveling any chance I get.