Though I'd eventually like to date, I can't honestly say I'm ready to do so right now.

I REALLY hate head games. I have no use for people who say, in effect, "I'm a sadistic bitch/bastard, and that makes me fabulous because I'm better than you!" A little bit of humility goes a long way with me.

I believe in my heart of hearts that Robin Morgan was wrong: man-hating is not a viable and honorable political act, because hate is never honorable.

I welcome the exchange of ideas different from my own but have no tolerance for unprovoked rudeness or ad hominem attacks, even if such attacks or displays of rudeness are made for ostensibly correct political reasons. If you don't believe that one can be polite without compromising her standing in society or her principles, then we'll never get along.

I am exploring this site, with IM turned off, and unavailable. Sorry.

Beating myself up over regrets and missed opportunities.

Honestly? Probably my diffidence. I see myself as slightly less than mediocre intellectually, though I try not to let it show.

(A) Elmer Gantry and Main Street by Sinclair Lewis, The New Victorians: A Young Woman's Challenge to the Old Feminist Order by René Denfeld, Sexual Personae by Camille Paglia (who is terribly unfair to the legacy of Ferdinand de Saussure, but who nevertheless is a brilliant literary critic)

(B) Mulholland Drive, and anything that might have sent the late Andrea Dworkin into paroxysms of apoplectic rage--the more lurid and salacious, the better!

(C) Sabre Dance by Aram Khachaturian, Symphony #5 in D Minor by Dmitri Shostakovich

(D) Seafood--preferably crustaceans

How the personal really is political.

Envying the oversexed. Hell, I'm envying the sexually experienced!

Political correctness has scared me away from sex.

I love my country, but I'm militantly libertarian about bedroom issues; I think that the feminist left and the religious right have way too much power over people's personal lives in the supposedly free United States of America. Sometimes I think that if I had the wherewithal, I'd defect to a freer nation like Canada or the Netherlands. I'm a virgin, and I'm forty. I'm dying to get the fuck laid!

Mountain Dew tickles my innards. And I'm talking about the soft drink, not the moonshine. The moonshine would pickle my innards, not tickle them.

Are the words "tickle" and "pickle" stuck in your head?

You aren't a radical feminist. You aren't a Christian intent on proselytizing. You aren't an asshole.

Arrogance is poisonous. There is a difference between confidence and arrogance, and I sincerely hope that you know this difference and act accordingly. If you don't, then I want nothing whatsoever to do with you.

Please keep in mind that when I object to political correctness, what I take exception to is the notion that sexuality is one hundred percent socially constructed and therefore can and should be deconstructed and then "properly" reconstructed. I certainly don't choose to hang around people who seek validation for telling racist jokes or otherwise behaving like stupid assholes.