often goofy; almost always irreverent (but usually dead serious about politics, art, relationships and social justice); better at listening than talking; a lover of all things creative; on here to make friends, not for bootie calls (hopefully one very special friend in particular); funny and witty in a dry, sometimes sarcastic kind of way; obsessed by details like spelling and grammar but otherwise very much a big-picture kind of thinker; tall, medium complexioned and handsome-ish (I'd go with just plain handsome but I'm far too modest to talk about my ravishingly gorgeous good looks); an open book if you have other questions.
Why You Should Get to Know Me:
Because I'll write you irreverent but witty emails that will make you smile and even laugh aloud upon occasion. The Virtual Times says my emails "...really hit the spot. We're not sure WHICH spot mind you, but we're relatively certain is has been hit squarely upon the head. Or thereabouts."
I practice non-conforming religiously.
I'm forming a posse and MAYBE you could be a member.
I shall tell you the truth and set you free (or maybe just some tall tales that will stretch your belief and amuse you [one hopes]). I'll flatter you with the utmost sincerity and tease you with the best of intentions and a subtle, sly grin.
If your politics are way to the left of center, if you want someone who combines kindness and optimism with a deeply intrenched cynicism... come a' knocking.
My ideal match:
Our love song would be 'Androgynous' by the Replacements.
Someone who loves to receive silly (but witty) emails that read like those fortunes you get that are written by prisoners in fortune cookie factories. No bland, folded cookie though, but if you ask nicely I'd probably bake you some chocolate chip cookies (with nuts, sans fortune and unfolded).
Someone who needs to create or at least deeply and regularly appreciate art in order to stay sane. With tastes that are as refined as they are varied. You would be pleased watching a double feature of "The Blues Brothers" and "Wings of Desire;" going to a Sonic Youth concert that is opened by the NY Philharmonic; finishing Howard Zinn's "Declarations of Independence" and starting Neil Gaimons "Sandman;" you get the idea.
You are intelligent and informed enough to be cynical, have a heart intact enough to care; you should have plumbed the depths of sorrow and wired the heights of wonder and awe.