I do not refer to myself as polyamorous. I haven't had very positive experiences with folks who do. You are encouraged to change that. I am simply in an open marriage.
Oh, and I think maybe I have a thing for werewolves because I have a big crush on Oz from Buffy (Oz, not Seth Green) and Remus Lupin. Though I think I wouldn't like them so much if I met one in real life. In fact, I'm pretty sure I would cry.
Despite the Horrifying Stereotype Test, I am not a Christian Bitch. I am not generally ignorant, definitely not jingoistic, and I'm non-violent. Oh, and not Christian or any other religion. And I don't think I've been a bitch since, say, high school, but I suppose I could be wrong.
I am painfully shy, inquisitive, and quick to laughter. I'm also a combination of Telly Monster and that guy who bangs his head on the piano when he messes up. But, you know, female.
I'm really bad at dissembling, keeping up with the real world, and shooting pool.
My favorite tv includes Buffy, Firefly, Farscape, Grimm, the Daily Show, and The Colbert Report, Arrow, SHIELD. In the vein of superhero type shows, I tried to watch Gotham, but it was too violent and gory for me. I'm pretty wimpy when it comes to gore.
I surely do like food a lot. No thanks to pigs, bell peppers, Korean food that tastes fishy, or cinnamon or raisins in my meat (though they are quite nice in bread). More please to eggplant, things involving cream, brie, mango, or honey. Really, just give me any fat, sugar, or dairy, and I will be happy. Fat and happy.
I don't shave very much. Or very often.
I have a crush on my coworker. Then I found out he crossdresses. I saw him as a her and my heart started racing. So sexy. I say this in this section not because it is embarrassing (it isn't in the slightest), but because it is private. There is a difference.
Oooh, if you're a super-dorky rocket scientist who writes poetry or makes ceramics or plays the guitar or follows some other artistic pursuit in your spare time, you simply have to write me. Both sides of your brain are sizzling and sending sparks to mine.
You know how Tucker's brother pronounces "Vampyr."
You don't mind that I'm in an open marriage.
You sometimes go to lunch at the food court in the Plaza of the Americas in the Arts District and eat alone at those white tables.