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p0ison1vy

24 M Toronto, Ontario, CA

I’m looking for

  • Everybody
  • Ages 18–30
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Sep 12
Orientation
Gay
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 10″ (1.78m)
Body Type
Thin
Diet
Anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Rarely
Drugs
Religion
Atheism, and very serious about it
Sign
Capricorn, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from high school
Job
Other
Income
$20,000–$30,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Speaks
English

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Hi, I'm Stefan:

an artsy loner, an androgynous nihilist, an ascetic pixie-punk. Uber-snob extraordinaire.

As it turns out, 23 years ago I was a fetus.

Perhaps you've seen me wandering around the city. on my frequent trips to ethnic grocery stores.
Perhaps you saw my headband-clad ass jogging around the labyrinthine back-alleys of Toronto at some ungodly hour...
if anything, i was probably working...

got 2 jobs.
savin up the monz $$
puttin the pedal to the metal.
unfortunately, this means i don't have a whole lot of free time. once you factor in all of the naps.
but i swear baby, i can make time for you.

relationships... never had one... I would like to find a relationship, but unlike so many gays, I am no serial-monogamist, i have sparsely experimented with "dating" and i have lots of other goals in the works that demand my attention.

Not to mention my proclivity toward habitual self-isolation.

But I want to be open to new experiences, and people. I guess being here is part of an effort in severing myself from my all too familiar troglodyte lifestyle. I'm quite focused on general self-improvement. My life almost always revolves around it in one way or another...

I've always been a bit of a misfit, I think that odd feeling is here to stay. But that's okay.
I'm drawn to nonconformists, queers, and weirdos of all kinds. So if you feel a little weird, we might just make pretty good palz.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
wandering around Chinatown
getting elbowed by elderly Chinese ladies in grocery stores
looking up
upgrading
browsing the internet excessively
drawing with my Cintiq
having many awkward and embarrassing experiences
Working 2 jobs.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I'm decent at drawing and taking pictures.
Asking very pointed questions.
Making social situations more awkward than necessary.
Giving a mean BJ.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I have a tendency to write superfluously long monologues. (Sorry!)
I have a soft voice. People who don't know me see me as very quiet.
Once you get to know me, you'll find i'm quite saucy, if a bit vulgar.
I relish every opportunity to use the F-word. Not for a lack of lingual repertoire, I just find something inherently funny about me cussing. I'm a feisty little chihuahua!
I have a small frame.
I seem 'genuine'
I have a big smile
I'm fey, but not flamboyant
I'm spacey
I can be very self-deprecating
I sound like a little kid
One might say I chose my words carefully.
I have an iconoclastic taste in fashion.
Some people have told me I look like a model, but i'm sure most people think i'm pretty weird-looking and just don't say anything about it.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
good music
vision
my imagination
internet access
i really enjoy having a penis and would never want to do without it.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
20-something years ago I was a cell.

I separated from myself, and divided again, and again. I became an embryo.
I was fed, I grew bigger, and I was a fetus.
Eventually I became independent of my parent and respired oxygen by myself; and at some point I recognized myself as my observer...
I began to think and understand reality, merely through electric pulses and chemical secretions...

I've never at any point been outside of this machinery, I've never sensed anything by any other means.
I've always been that same zygote, which was once a cluster of lipids and proteins, which were once random molecules in the cosmos, which were once elements inside of a star, which were once compressed in an infinitely small singularity...

I get a brief glimpse of all of this, and then I'm gone forever...

How did this happen? How is all of this possible?
What the fuck do I do now?....
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I have a strong preference for uncut guys.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
If you'd enjoy clambering along the Scarborough bluffs. Or Journeying up to some random asian mall in North York for quintessential WASP gawkery.

Or perhaps we could peruse the food stalls along Bathurst and Dundas, stop to purchase 2 Balut. Link arms as we devour our respective boiled duck fetuses, as blood drips in sensual scarlet rivulets down our chins?...

Let's just do it.
Let's just be best friends.
We'll skip all of the small talk, awkwardness and difficulty of getting to know each-other and just accept each-other as we are:
two humans who desire a little company before oblivion.

And who knows, whether it be a nearby supernova, a nuclear bomb, or a freak heart abnormality.
We might not wake up tomorrow...