a friend once laughingly called me a 'hater'. i don't think i 'hate' so much as that there's just so much ridiculous shit to point out in our time. reality tv shows. opposition to marriage equality. the biebs. new laws passed before our very eyes that take our rights away while most americans remain blissfully oblivious and happily entertained with beyonce and football games. ha ha ha. hater.
the point being that: touch/sex-positive writer and social chameleon seeks collaborators for subverting the establishment, bar stool philosophizing, creative endeavors, adventure, and general low-key mayhem.
my personality can probably best be described as what would happen if 1) a 13-year old boy who woke up one morning inside a busty woman's body, 2) a snarky and cynical old queen past his glory days, 3) your anti-government survivalist uncle, and 4) dorthy day all got together and had a baby. i recognize that reading peoples' profiles can be a lot like reading the ingredients on a box of processed food and trying to imagine what it tastes like; nevertheless i'll do my best.
i'm an introvert that plays the part of extrovert well. friendly and easy to talk to. unafraid of risk. literate. often mistaken for younger than i am. has fingers in many pies. largely incapable of small talk (i can do it but for me it's only foreplay to get to the good stuff). constantly in a state of trying things on. craves intellectual stimulation.
i'm sensitive to the cruelty and suffering in the world. awed by the beauty occasionally demonstrated by humans. searching into the future. haunted by ghosts of the past. highly emotionally developed. a big soft, wet, gooey heart, but i won't show it right away. striving and wondering if i'll make it. am i a lion disguised as a mouse, or a mouse disguised as a lion? is enough ever enough?
conversation is my religion.
"when two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, god is the electricity that surges between them." -martin buber