Random is Resistance. Points to you if you know what I'm referring to.
Other tidbits of nonsense include:
-Dancing circles around people I don't know and engaging them.
-Taking my clothes off.
-Taking my clothes off and being admitted into bars anyway.
-General bloviating and lascivious behavior.
Ever walk into a consulting firm's party and wonder why the hell the management is dirty dancing on the makeshift dance floor? Yeah, meet the person that made it happen.
I'm growing my hair out and it's lookin' like #brunomars. Blame my friends for the hash tag.
I look damn good in a suit.
Shows: Equal concerts and I love them.
Shows: Equal Netflix/Hulu and I love them.
Music: MY LIFE
Food: I throw down when cooking. I don't even know where to start.
Shelter of some kind
That's eight bahahaha
How to be more androgynous.
When I'll be in another gay dance sandwich with sexy Londoner men.
Doing a hundred pull ups without stopping.
Meeting people that alter my state of being. Or rather those that can offer a different perspective.
Also I look intimidating, buuuuuttt I'm a huge frakkin mush. Super mush. Just ask my friends. :D
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
Just because I've been hit up enough by salacious cads with no sense of tact:
1. Dick pix? Really? Can you at least throw some effort into them?
2. I fuck on the first date. This doesn't mean you're ENTITLED to it if I'm not feelin' you. Get over your butthurt feels.
3. Hyper masculinity isn't cute. I don't know who the fuck told you it was.