It has been quite a while since I have been here longer than just "in passing". I don't frequent this page nearly as often as one should, and sometimes, when I do, it makes me want to either scream in frustration, or shake my head in disbelief.
That being said, a few things have changed over the course of a couple years. I am a little more gray, a little more round (fixing that, by the way), a little less tolerant of fools, and I am unimpressed with society at large, and its almost slavery-esque definition of love and marriage. My wants and needs in a relationship have changed (or maybe I have just realized what they really are), but I have had trouble completely defining them. Some of them I may later go into, others may be reflected in some questions that get answered or re-answered. Let's just say that if you are looking for that "Good Christian Man to be the Only One for the rest of your life, and perhaps be the father to my children (tm)", well... I'm probably not him. What am I, you ask? I am Pagan, poly-amorous, tend to be attracted to younger women, and occasionally dabble in the fetish scene, and I am unapologetic about it. It seems like a simplification, but these are the things that most people seem to have the worst issues with. If this is not what you're looking for, then I cannot help you.
I am a musician, a poet, a craftsman, and a tinkerer.
I have a serious love for the romantic ideal of medieval life, where chivalry and honor mean something. I like dressing in medieval garb as often as is proper (and sometimes when it isn't). I am in the SCA. Sometimes, I dress like a pirate and hang out in town. Any day can be "Dress like a Pirate" day. And yes, I will let you take a picture with me.
I hang out at the Goth Club. It feels right to me.
I like looking at the moon, sitting by a fire, and drum circles. This makes me nostalgic for a simpler life.
I usually get along with most people, unless they're intolerant, bigoted or just plain asinine. I prefer to surround myself with free thinkers, dreamers, bards, and those who can appreciate my dreams.
I enjoy good food and good company. They seem to go together well.
The world lies before my feet,
A thousand roads and paths, a hundred thousand dreams.
Yet my feet seem heavy and unable to move,
For I feel if I start to wander, I may never come home.
Home beckons to me, that warm safe place.
Yet it is never warm or safe enough.
A constant place, always there,
Yet if I leave, it may disappear forever without a trace.
I have felt love, long ago and far away.
Yet when I think back, it wasn't that long ago or that far away.
It may have been yesterday, just down the lane,
But years and miles mean nothing anymore.
So I walk the paths that I find and dare,
looking for myself, the world, home and love.
I may never find them all, but if I can find myself,
Then perhaps it may have been worth it.