- I'm smart and have a broad range of interests and love nothing more than finding a meeting of the minds in conversation.
- I many strange hobbies that I'm happy to talk about
- I'm a generally kind and generous person, some of my friends tell me that I am these things literally to a fault. I value kindness and decency in others more than almost any other quality.
- I am passionate on many topics, including political, scientific, ethical, literary, and societal.
Now, on to the fiction:
Left to die on a hillside, I was raised until the age of 8 by wild giant tree sloths. Orphaned and wandering after a terrible sloth blight, I was adopted by the members of a passing circus where I quickly earned my place after learning to walk the high-wire while singing baroque opera and juggling live monkeys. My brief but illustrious career as an aerial performer was cut tragically short after a terrible accident involving 27 rather creepy clowns, an elephant, 6 tons of cotton candy, and a very small car. Left forever after unable to walk the high wire by my injuries, I could no longer stand being around the circus where I had previously been so happy. I left to wander the world and traveled extensively. Sadly, that idyllic existence did not last. Framed and pursued by the law for a crime I didn't commit, I was forced to stow away on a bulk freighter. When I was caught hiding in the hold, I was able to talk the captain into taking me into his crew rather then simply throwing me overboard as he wished to do. Thus began my stint in the merchant marines. After several wonderful years at sea, my ship went down in a terrible storm leaving me the only survivor, adrift and clinging to a broken piece of foam insulation. For almost two weeks I drifted in the open sea, parched with thirst and desperate for shade. I might have died there except for the timely intervention of a pod of friendly dolphins who escorted me to an island that, while uncharted, was home to a lost civilization whose cultural wonders were beyond compare. I spent several years there learning about their culture and mastering their arts. In the end, I learned their ways so well that they asked me to become their king. Reluctantly I took the office and ruled wisely for several years until I began to long for a return to the greater world. I built a boat, bid my people a fond farewell, and sailed away. Eventually, I put in at the port of Boston where I began to attend college. The rest, as they say, is history.
OK, not so much. Really I was the product of a secret synthezoid project outside of Moscow during the cold war, I was born endowed with a host of superhuman abilities. At the age of four, when my powers were sufficiently mature, I escaped from my captors, stole a light troop transport, and drove across Russia into Germany. From there I made my way across the Berlin wall where I was taken in by a wandering CIA agent. He quickly realized the potential strategic advantage for NATO in analyzing my abilities and shipped me back to the United States. After three years in a research facility north of Washington, DC, the US scientists had learned all they could from passive study. Fortunately, I caught wind of their plans to vivisect me and made my escape. For the next several years, I was on the run from the government, traveling from place to place by foot or by hitchhiking. From time to time I stopped to solve problems in local towns, but no matter how many times I helped people and thought I had found a home, I was forced back on the road by those who hunted me. After ten years on the run, I was befriended by a blind, elderly master of the martial arts who trained me in the arts of the sword and the staff. It was during this time of my life that I was happiest, but this brief idyll was not to last. After a few short years, my master was struck down by members of the secret ninja clan who had sworn him enmity. Again left alone, but armed with new skills and a new identity, I moved on, working odd jobs and constantly keeping one eye over my shoulder for either the government agents that had dogged me since childhood or the ninja clan whose forbidden secrets I had unknowingly been taught. Finally satisfied that I had eluded the eyes of my enemies, I decided to move to Boston and make a new start. The rest, as they say, is history.
Well... not actually.
I would be a mad genius or tortured artist, but I'm cursed with a surfeit of sanity. I'm an extroverted lover of adventure, an embittered romantic who still holds a spark of hope deep inside where he can deny it if anyone asks, a dabbler at many things and master of a few, and fairly good at stumbling my way through the things I know nothing about. I've lived many places, done many things, lived by my wits, my creativity, and my peculiar gifts for interpersonal relations and persuasion, and made many glorious and regrettable mistakes along the way.
EDIT: I've had a number of people pursue me on this site to the point that we ended up emailing and chatting extensively and talking on the phone. Inevitably, I get something along the lines of "You seem too good to be true" or "How can you possibly be single?" Then I tell them that I'm overweight and that ends the conversation right there. Apparently they don't look at the "Body Type" entry. Anyway, please be aware if you want to talk to me that I am overweight, though I am trying to change that. If that means we can't be friends, then so be it. /rant
Oh, and for those of you for whom such things matter, I am an ENTP/J, personality-wise I live right smack in the middle of the androgyny index, and am genderqueer friendly.
I am legitimately unusual, well-mannered, and easily amused