Dogs are gross and I don't love to laugh. Hee hee.

I really like anti-intellectualism. It's so appealing. But complexity and intricacy are sublime.

There is a painting I am going to make and welding I will do, a building I will build and a still-picture film I will assemble.

I recall being very startled by cold baths. I romanticize drunks, to my peril.

Art galleries and small plays thrill me. I like reading the news, trying to understand music, and trying to regain my youthful love of challenge and growth. Languages are great.

I am working on a few projects:
Theoretically starting a youth center in Brownsville, writing a play about inter-generational love, finishing my book on forgetting and building a machine with wooden gears. There will be an equestrian portraiture series soon, too.
Can't we fix lots of things in the government?
I'm a doctor.

dusting off, hooting and hollering

clairvoyance and mystery

moby dick, la virgen de los sicarios, cheri, torture garden, a better angel, the dialogic imagination, the story of the eye, the work of art in the age of mechanical production, notes from underground, the geopolitical aesthetic.

the seventh seal, dune, dracula, au hasard balthazar, vacas, step brothers, cat on a hot tin roof, que he hecho para merecer esto, le cercle rouge, le salaire de la peur

the knife, cat power, glass candy, stranglers, yaz, los heroes de silencio, franz ferdinand, modest mouse, chopin, raveonettes, roy orbison, patsy cline, julio jaramillo, desmond dekker, screaming jay hawkins, tom waits, cannonball adderly

rust, bitter kas, surfeit, speckled hens, horn handles, soft noses

which melon is ripe.

watching movies about crying and self-torture

I dislike Melville's Pierre.
That, after age 11, I began defining myself increasingly by my sexuality and less by more interesting things. That I retain a nostalgic sadness about that, all the while being as perverted as the next guy, grappling for relevance in the world.
I think I need to spend more time crying.

If you wanna go to some galleries with me.

You want to make broken-electronics collages with me.
You like hugs.

What drives me to date and seek out women is two-fold, the branches of which are sometimes at odds and then occasionally in concert, and when so, possibly divine: on the one hand carnal pleasure, on the other, a sense of belonging and purpose that comes with companionship.

If you are tolerant of "one-liners" as an opening, to see if you might have any interest at all, asking only that you say hello. A more involved message can follow.

You don't think it's an interesting and novel idea to make a project/piece out of your experience online dating.