Chances are extremely good that I won't know what you're feeling or thinking or wanting until you tell me. With words. And I don't expect anyone to know what I'm f/t/w until I tell them. I can only tell you the truth of myself as I understand it.
It's unusual for me to find myself attracted to a slender person. Call it what you will; I have my tastes. And my tastes will more'n'likely sidle up and flirt if you're a little on the squishier side. And beardy. Not that I expect any of you women to be beardy. Bears encouraged to apply.
The man who was my partner for 14 years is now my best friend. I've watched friends go through difficult break-ups, and feel incredibly lucky that mine was so peaceful and friendly. That doesn't mean it was easy or painless- far from it- but it was a hell of a lot less so than it might have been.
I like things that make my hands and feet warm. And soft things. Sometimes my cat makes me weak with laughter, thereby thwarting my attempts at curmudgeonry. I am enthusiastically involved in the local handbell-ringing community; I sight-read well so lemme know if your team needs a sub. Mosquitoes think I'm the tastiest thing going, so I'm far more inclined to hike in the city than the woods, and my interest in camping approaches zero. My interest in certain video games, however, approaches unhealthy. I walk to work every day, quilt in spurts, and go to bed with books. I darn my own socks, and once, a friend's, in exchange for brunch. I finished pastry school in June of 2012, and then went right back to full time at my library job with renewed enthusiasm. Last year I made wedding cakes for friends. There might be steady baking work in my future, but no concrete plans yet.
I'm also of the opinions that a) I have zero obligation to reply to your message/favorite/chat/whatever, and b) you have zero obligation to reply to mine. If you're of the opinion that not bothering to acknowledge an attempt at OKC contact is rude, well then that will be a point of contention.