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34 M Los Angeles, CA

I’m looking for

  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 23–100
  • Located anywhere
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex

My Details

Last Online
Sep 13
Native American, White
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Used up
Strictly anything
Atheism, and laughing about it
Libra, but it doesn’t matter
Dropped out of space camp
More than $1,000,000
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Doesn’t have kids
Likes dogs and likes cats
English, Spanish (Okay), French (Okay)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
“But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties.”

Here by way of Florida by way of Baltimore.

Unnecessary abbreviations and repetitious phrasing make me nauseous.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Being pseudo-sage. Words and sentences. Cadence. Because I'm attempting to get paid for fiction, I obviously have multiple ignominious ways of staying fed, clothed and heated. Those gigs can be pretty interesting, but another time.

Vacillating between brevity and the prolix.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Alliteration and air hockey.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
No goiter. Tall and awkward. None of my tattoos are Asian-language.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
Celine, Breton, Camus, Cendrars and Sartre. Ferdinand and Rikki Tikki Tavi. Jeanette Winterson and Kathy Acker. Dostoevsky. Ask the Dust. The Wind in the Willows. Tropic of Cancer. Stanislav Lem and Philip K. Dick. Grace Krilanovich... Maggie Estep. Went through a big Beats thing when younger so soft spot for Kerouac, Burroughs, Ginsberg etc.

Godard, Truffaut and all Nouvelle Vague. Cassavetes. Jarmusch. Five Easy Pieces. Paris, Texas. Love/hate/love David Lynch. Walter Salles. Lynne Ramsay. Pre-Noah Aronofsky. Shane Carruth… Primer and Upstream Color. Synecdoche, NY. Mr. Show, It's Always Sunny, Archer, Arrested Development, whatever. I wish I didn't watch television but I don't have a complex about it. I threw one out of a window once… Fortunately(?) DMT is hard to come by.

I can't stand the Beatles. Cat Power, Diane Cluck. Birdmonster. These Arms are Snakes. Jana Hunter. Les Savy Fav. Joy Division. Neutral Milk Hotel. Sunny Day Real Estate. Dave Laney and Al Burian. Anything Zach Hill does. Six Finger Satellite. Fugazi, Cursive, Mission of Burma, Joy Division, Saccharine Trust, Wire… punk, post-punk, post-hardcore… Qucksand. Siege. Drive Like Jehu and Hot Snakes, Mozart, Billie Holliday and Otis Redding. Portishead, especially the live album. Henry Threadgill and Thirsty Ear. Tribe, De la Soul, Lord Finesse, that era of Hop, but nothing modern really. Old Neil Young. Bob Dylan, Tom Waits. Kid Dynamite and Paint it Black. Shadow, Ladytron, Sixtoo, Clams Casino, Gang Gang Dance and that sort of thing.

Latin and Asian food… I will die by ulcer before I give them up.

I love the arts. My best friend is a professional in the field of sculpture, though he's a better illustrator in my opinion, which no one asked for. My favorite medium (apart from putting words alongside one another) is photography.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Saltwater. Whiskey, I.P.A.s and pool tables. Kava Kava, root beer, odd-time signatures, iconoclastic literature, antacids and second chances. I'm bad at math.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Causality. Gastritis and aborted fetuses. Pizza toppings and existentialism. Keyboard or paper. Audrey Tautou or Audrey Hepburn?
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Drinking or working or writing or drinking to celebrate the fact that I worked or wrote. Having an existential meltdown over something totally ridiculous, and laughing the whole time at of the absurdity of it. Dog time. Films or art openings with jugs of shitty wine. Sitting on the beach alone if I make it there. Being happy that I'm still breathing.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Dead men tell no tales.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
You're looking to get drunk and climb a tree. You want vampires and zombies to go fuck themselves. You have a time machine and Chan Marshall's phone number.