I dig dreamers and complement that type of person better than any other. Finding love is like archaeology: you dig where it seems most likely to turn up, but the most important discoveries in each generation seem to come from somewhere quite unanticipated.
I write. I live and breathe in words, fully aware how capricious the semantics are. Having experienced ENOUGH positive feedback from certain awesome individuals to realise that it's my lot in life to put everything out there, I regularly make confessions that sound like your uncle after a bottle of Jack Daniels and his daughter's wedding. Further down in my profile I'm going to appeal to you to let me go down on you. (it's a pretty constant obsession of mine.)
My friend circle is very sex-positive. I believe that respect is imperative in everything even (ESPECIALLY) when you're tied up in a dungeon wearing nothing but a dirty word. I've had very BDSM-orientated relationships in the past and wouldn't mind it again, but I don't think it's strictly necessary to a good connection.
I love women. I'm slain by a combination of fierce and fragile, those whom I can never take for granted but around whom I don't have to be afraid for being "weak". I consume affection and intimacy ravenously. I count communication and trust as ten times more important than anything else in a relationship.
I'm not timid, and I can be your passport to unusual situations on occasion. I "come off as" kind of arrogant in loud public settings, which is a surprise to me because I'm more likely to seek accord than conflict. I dance exactly like you would expect of a suburban white boy with the privilege of self-confidence endowed to those who are tall and well-hung.
I like the freaky things about you that your Gran must never ever find out about. I want to be in love. I'm working on it.
Thanks for tuning in.