I live downtown. I don't own a car. I like trying new restaurants. I'm gradually learning about wine. I don't have to be dragged kicking and screaming to arts events. I like museums and art galleries. I read a lot (see below). I'm interested in science, particularly physics and astronomy/cosmology. I love cats. Did I leave anything out?
There's something I never used to put in my profile, but realistically it is a deal-breaker for a lot of women and over time I realised that to leave it out is just a waste of your time and mine. Sound ominous? Well it is. I use a wheelchair. No, I did not crush my spine in some adolescent hijinks or stupid "adventure vacation". Actually I have a neuro-muscular disorder. Someone on here once asked me, "How much do you feel being in a wheelchair defines you?" I came up with this paragraph, which I am fairly happy with as a response:
That's a tough question. I've been mulling it over for several days. The answer I'd like to give is that I am a person with a disability but I don't let that define me. It doesn't always work that way though. Sometimes I feel I'm in a similar boat to really beautiful people. I want to be defined by what's inside while much of the world keeps insisting on defining me by what's outside. But it is my body. How much does your body define you? I am male. Does that define me? Inevitably it does to an extent. But more than being male, my disability colours just about everything I do in life. Every time I move (or try to move), everywhere I go (are there stairs?), even my choice of profession. I can't be a firefighter or an astronaut or even something like sales that requires driving. But I am still a multi-facetted individual with a keen intellect, a wide variety of interests, and a good dose of creativity. So I think it would be fair to say that while the disability does define what I am not, what I cannot be, it doesn't define what I am.