I'm a bi poly switch with a wonderful (male) partner, and I am really only in the market for exceptional people. If any of that is unappealing to you, we're probably not a good fit. If any of that makes you perk up your ears, message away! If any of that sounds unfamiliar to you, I'm always open to questions.
However, please understand that I'm not interested in people who don't respect me, or lose interest in me the second it becomes obvious that having sex with me will not be easy.
Also: Please please PLEASE do not apologize for wanting to have sex with me. If you feel the urge to do so, don't message me at all. Being attracted to me enough that you want to have sex with me is a compliment to me, not anything unnatural, creepy, or offensive. That doesn't mean I'm going to respond well to 2 A.M. requests for hookups or needlessly explicit descriptions of the sex you would like to have with me, or that "I'd love to fuck you" is the first thing you should say to me, but it does mean I generally and almost instantly discount anyone who is ashamed to even be interested. I'm not a fragile virgin statue who needs to be protected from base lust. I'm an adult, complete with hormones, desires, and an appreciation of pleasure. Please treat me as such.
Now that that's out of the way:
I'm a recently graduated twenty-something who loves to learn but really wishes she could just download crap into her brain whenever she wanted. That would be awesome. (The Matrix, anyone?) I'm also a writer who can never finish anything, mostly because I'm both a perfectionist and a compulsive multi-tasker. Well, I finish poetry. Sometimes. :) I want to act and direct as well--I'm a theatre major, so I'm going to be living with my mother until I'm forty. Hooray. But the writing is really my focus.
On a non-professional note, I'm a pagan and a thinker. If I could get paid to philosophize (but never have to actually publish anything, for lo, I am lazy...) I would take that job in a heartbeat. I like to know things and I like to know how those things fit together. Occasionally you might catch me sneaking quantum physics into my art. Or chocolate into my peanut butter. :)
I'm an avid people-watcher. One of my favorite things to do is to sit on the train and observe, trying to figure out who's going where, what their lives are like. What they're thinking.
Alanis Morisette's "Perfect" pretty much sums up a lot of my issues. All of which I'm working on improving. It's a process.
One of the things I love more than anything else is a good argument. And by that I don't mean just contradiction (thanks John Cleese) but the collision of two opposing ideas, the thorough and pressing wrestling match of the mind. I like talking to people whose ideas are not the same as mine. They usually teach me something, even if it's only the holes in my own ideas. I like the way it makes me think critically on my feet, makes me consider viewpoints other than my own. What I don't like, however, is arguing with people who think any disagreement amounts to a personal condemnation, or who refuse to accept any point of view not their own. I don't think anyone should hold an unsupported belief (faith aside, which is supported by evidence of another sort), but neither do I think that anyone should let me get away with the same, and if your justification is just to get angry, chances are I'll suspect you know your idea is wrong (or, at least, not as good as the alternative).
So if you like long, ridiculous conversations about anything from existentialism to gender theory to the Silmarillion to the Drake equation, I'm your girl. If you don't, I'd probably drive you nuts.
On FetLife I am themarquise. Feel free to hit me up there if you are any kind of sub. Not if you are any kind of dom. Just because I am a switch does not mean I have any interest in switching for YOU.
A brief note for older men: you are most likely perfectly nice, but my age restrictions are pretty solid, not because I don't think older men can't be nice people, but because men who are half again my age should not expect me to overlook that. In short: if you are over 40 and messaging me, you are too young (mind-wise) for me. Sorry.