Radical Leftist

Like most other people I am engaged in my own personal revolution against a self simultaneously savaged and wooed by Madison avenue. I believe most of these profiles should be red-tagged for irony violations and closed until the appropriate repairs have been made and fines levied in the amount of a whole lot of soul-searching and renovation.

update: Soul-searching and renovation in progress.

Please respond if you're comfortable with complexity, you have a slight artistic bent, you are desiring of love, you have at least one eye open on what's going on in the larger world, you're compassionate, you have friends in all sorts of different places, you're intellectually curious, and, okay are capable of wielding maybe just a leetle irony to wash your sincerity down with and feel capable of dating someone who experiences a little ennui now and again.

I am this and that, that and this, and the other

Listening to people tell me about their mothers,noodling on the guitar, writing, reading, politics, Marxism, Free Radio Santa-Cruz, indy-media, Donna Haraway Emotional alchemy, Vintage Clothing, Philosophy, Plotting Revolution, Feminism, Cocktails, Gin Mutual Mental Retardation punctuated by moments of brilliance, True compassion, Birdwatching, Gender, Primatology, neuroscience, neurology, psychology, Laying in a field watching shooting stars, making up birdcalls and then recording them. Being nice to you even if you annoy me. Making messes and then cleaning them up.

Listening to people tell me about their mothers, painting, reading, politics, Marxism, Alchemy, Vintage Clothing, Philosophy, Plotting Revolution, Feminism, Cocktails, Mutual Mental Retardation punctuated by moments of brilliance, True compassion, Birdwatching, Gender, Primatology, Laying in a field watching the shooting stars, Necking and heavy petting.

I bump into things. I can converse about anything. My legs are longer than the list of lies the Bush administration {update: Obama administration} had been telling us.

BOOKS: I really just wouldn't know where to begin...

Movies: Annie Hall,Dead Ringers, M. Butterfly, eXistenZ, Being John Malkovich, Adaptation, Human Nature, Mulholland Drive, The Quiet American, Fight Club, Rushmore, vintage Steve Martin, What's Up Doc, What's New Pussycat, The Red Balloon, Happiness, Welcome to the Dollhouse, 9 to 5, Winged Migration, Pulp Fiction, Monster, Devil's Backbone, The Lover, Science of Sleep, Secretary, Harold and Maude, The YesMen, Outfoxed, Terminator,Let the Right One In, Farewell My Concubine,The Constant Gardener.

Recent Auditory Staples: Neko Case,Neutral Milk Hotel, Belle and Sebastian, Johnny Cash, The Magnetic Fields, Lucinda Williams, Joni Mitchell, Cake, Billie Holiday, Nick Cave, Louis Prima, Roxy Music, David Bowie, The Decemberists, Edith Piaf, Death Cab for Cutie, The Sweet, Queen, Ella Fitzgerald, Elliot Smith, Hector Zazou, Iron & Wine, Dolly Parton, Jacques Brel, Bach's Suites for Cello, Lhasa, Lila Downs, Loretta Lynn, Mirah, Nina Simone, Nick Drake, The Smiths

Books, something to write with, birds, dissent, bodies of water, gin and tonics.

Amy Goodman and Karl Marx and whether men and women can really get it together and make something workable of this life.

Waiting for you.

I saw two giant moths make love at night on the Amazon River. I leave crumbs in the sheets. I supplement my deficient Serotonin.

You are good peoples. Fascinating peoples. Preferably both and in that order. I am looking for people who can converse about anything. Eccentric geniuses who can't walk down the street without tripping but are writing manifestos which may never set foot outside of a desk drawer. Ideas. Inspiration. Talk. Good conversation, for me, can be as intimate and gratifying as sex. If your idea of a good time is reading with just the tips of your toes touching someone else's, if you can speculate and debate endlessly about how much of human nature is socially constructed and how much is soft-wired (and then concede that I'm right, of course!), if you are like me only your memory is better, if you are just as happy walking in the woods as hosting a cocktail party, if you will not make me feel bad if I am perpetually losing my keys or getting lost, if you know where my keys are, if you profess to appreciate irony but in private you laugh at shows with names like "Pets do the darnedest things", if you're not afraid of silences, if you can be 'real', if you can you can appreciate me as an object 10% of the time and as a person 90% of the time, if you think life is pretty ridiculous in concept and are a teensy-bit afraid of the void but, HEY, we're here aren't we so let's do it like weasels. If you're a teensy bit of a top. Then you should send me a message.