New thought: do you have a Siberian Husky? Or two? Please message me! I love them.
First things first: I'm looking for my sweetheart, my beshert, my beloved. I'm up here hoping that he'll find me. I'm not at all interested in a disconnected semi-anonymous roll in the hay.
My tastes are fine and funky. My Parisian friends called me a Bo-Bo (Bourgeoise-Bohemienne). That sounds really pretentious. Apologies. It's a way of talking about appreciating quality without being obsessively acquisitive.
I come from Swedish and Finnish farmers who grew wheat and flax, and in the next generation became teachers and librarians. I also descend from English nobles who helped turn the tide in the Battle of Hastings. I'm sure there's a bit of karma there, since those folks got or retained power by beheading each other. Nevertheless, I still have a few of my great-grandmothers' pieces. She didn't behead anyone at all. She was an Episcopalian.
I am a writer, researcher, editor and filmmaker.
An ex recently said about me: "She is so full of love. Everything she touches becomes beautiful."
That also sounds like bragging. Apologies. He said it! But I do love to promote beauty and harmony in my friends and surroundings.
I am impressed and awed by Mother Nature's elegance, and wonder why we can't just get with her program instead of spending so much time, energy, and money trying to thwart her. There's a sun up there, let's figure out solar! There is no scenario in which we say that well, solar is great and could be essentially free, but it produces poison that has a half-life longer than the human race has been conscious of itself.
Cows are not healthy crowded together, their hooves pounding down the soil, eating corn and getting fat, unhappily mooing as they stand in their own and their sisters' excreta—which, in the aggregate, produces pollution. This scenario destroys soil and water supplies, and the meat from these unhappy beings causes heart disease and obesity in people, and, obviously, we should consider the suffering of the cows themselves. The way we make them live just is not cool. Cows like to roam free and eat grass. If they roam free and eat grass, their hooves aerate the soil, their excreta feeds the grass and the eco-system is strengthened.
I propose we follow the beauty way, and try with all our might to lessen suffering and heighten bliss and pleasure for all beings.
I'm trying to balance my nice-nice Libra/Virgo qualities that are in a grand opposition to a helluva lotta Aries fire.
I am very loyal and have a strong sense of fairness. I can be fierce.
An an experiment, I'd especially like to hear from you if you were born in 1961, 1973, 1965, 1977, 1960 or 1972. I'm a Rooster.