There, it's been said. If you have a problem with ethical polyamory, best to stop now.
Never heard of ethical poly? I hadn't either 15 years ago. In short, it involves no cheating, tons of talking, lots of work, a metric ton of self-work, and a lot less stress over the whole "is s/he The One?" question, because it's a rare match when the other person fulfills all your romantic relationship needs. How much sex and how much romance happens between everyone is up to the people involved, like any good contract.
So what am I looking for? I want to go out with people. Talk, share ideas, laugh over stories of misspent youth, make mudpies, whatever. (Actually serious about the mudpies part - I have a keen interest in greenbuilding, including cob and adobe.) Movies are good. Coffee/tea is good. Tabletop RPGs are good. Hiking/walking is great. Laughter is what it's all about. I love sharing tales of travel. I love hearing about what you want to do with your life and what steps you're taking to do something about it, or at least how your dreams inspire you in other ways.
Have something to explore? See something cool that day? Heard a great joke? Invented the new bigger Cheez-It? (Bonus if you get the ref.) Share it with me.
Kindly do not waste my time or yours if you are a social conservative (fiscal moderates are fine), religious and feel that everyone else should believe as you do, a guru follower, hypocritical (yeah, I know ain't none of us perfect in that regard because it's built into human nature, but you learn and grow, right?), half-empty type, or judgmental beyond what is practically necessary.
I am XXFX. And data is hot.
Bisexuality: I started off being very equally bi. Came the 30's and biology, and suddenly men were looking better.
Being 40-something has distinct advantages, and not being a slave to the drives of procreation is one of them. I have missed being with a woman and would generally prefer to meet women here. But that's not saying "no way" to the right kind of man.
I am obsequious, purple, and clairvoyant.
Books: mostly non-fiction, though I do enjoy fiction that also instructs (ala Crichton). Lots of greenbuilding books and comic strip anthologies on my bookshelf. I used to suck down sci-fi/fantasy by the truckload, but somehow fell out of love with fiction. Think it's because I got a lot more interested in learning stuff than escapism. But escapism has its place. And I'm getting back into fiction again slowly, partly because I'm working with my partner on a sci-fi novel.
Speaking of escapism, movies: I hate 99.9% of TV and do not have cable, but I do follow a few series via DVD, and I love movies of most any kind. I'm not into lowest common denominator kind of comedy, but most any other kind is great. I'm no Hollywood snob. I'll do explosions (by Michael Bay!).
Music: loud monotonous rap makes me want to smash speakers, most country makes my eyes roll uncontrollably, and death metal makes me laugh to the point of tears. (Really. Even the lowest forms of punk had something to say. GARBLERABBLEBLOOOOOO! is not a real lyric.) Anything else is up for grabs. I embrace my 80's past...it's stupid music, but it's *fun* and largely devoid of angst, and fun is as important as lyrics that make me think. I have almost every Adam Ant song ever memorized. I dance at Elysium whenever I feel like staying up that late, so all of those genres are good. It would take way too much time to actually list the artists I dig. First 10 that come to mind that weren't mentioned above: the Rev Al Green, The Cure, Enigma, Preservation Hall Jazz Band, Blondie, VNV Nation, Juno Reactor, Icon of Coil, Moby and the Minor Mishap Marching Band. Ask again tomorrow, get different list.
That being said...cats to cuddle, food to offer friends, clean soft sheets, a shower, people to laugh with, and dreams.
Making sure my loved ones get enough time/energy/focus.
Writing. My partner is a fiction writer, and I'm enjoying learning how to do it well.
Having another small business. Because entrepreneurship is also in my blood, along with Tex-Mex.
OK, here's one thing that I know is worth eleventybillion negative cool points, and I wish it were different, but it's not: I can't take listening to 60's era Miles Davis. *So* many people here whose profiles I enjoy have him listed...and I just can't. I appreciate his genius, I do. But that style of jazz is so chaotic that it drives me batshit in short order.
I'm sorry. Kind of.
OK, wait. There is an actual private admitting thing to admit. I do...*sigh* have a fondness for people with good voices speaking foreign languages. Russian or anything Slavic (and this *soundwise* includes Romanian) is the worst, and by worst I mean best. It's a Fish Called Wanda thing.
Wow. I had a private thing to admit.
You're a grownup. I'm 49. I have no time for young adult angst. I worry sometimes I'm going to turn into a getoffmalawn old chick, but then I think, fuck it...I want to be around mature people who know the difference between goofy and holdmybeerandwatchthis.
You like to laugh. Moviequote whores, stand-up comedy fans and MiSTies incorrigibly encouraged.
You have a language you love to teach. I would really like to learn Japanese, Italian or both. And to get a lot better at ASL.
You want coffee. We'll talk. We'll have coffee. No big whoop.