Achtung! Before reading the following profile, an Admiral Ackbar quote should be in order and kept in mind. You have been warned! I mean it! :P
¡Eché el pire! ¡Chao, Chávez!
Actualización del 5 de marzo: Ahora somos libres, qué podemos hacer ahora sino todo! Me he creado un perfil en castellano para los que preferimos nuestra lengua: intransigente
Good morning, campers!
Oh, dear, my child, do you need a break from your compulsions to repeat the things you have done in the past? Don't ask me that. Do you need to give a sense of stability to your life in order to feel secure? Exclude that too.
You know, the cliché things people always write in their bios? Well, I'm not at all like that, but why should I question your expectatives? Enjoy your symptom!
C'mon... Let's see. I'm so stereotypically open-minded that the winds took all remains of my brains out... I claim I love to laugh with the crowd and the laughing audience track as a lemming jumping into the cliff. Why not? Indeed, I also enjoy those frigging long hours on airports to travel to shitty places and pay for overexpensive crappy mudhuts with no towels! I love long walks on the beach, getting my feet dirty with sand and then carrying it along into the house and into my shoes and then get skinboils in my ankles because of the friction... Yes, I do. Furthermore, I like candlelit dinners that posit a fire hazard and make you develop poor eyesight....
What are you doing here? Are you up to a challenge? I pose none. I am mostly harmless. If it doesn't work out, I'll give you the "it's not you, it's me" line out of clumsy courtesy, but the truth... it's all your fault, you know? Let's face it, take some responsibility!
I am no different to the fatherly figures you seek or flee, or to the bad boys you are always allured to, or to the good guys whose hearts you always break. I am just like your first, second, and last boyfriend and anyone that will cross your path. I'm a bastard just like your most recent ex; I am a lost opportunity of bliss like your high school sweetheart who you didn't mind cheating on you with your best friend, you know, because you had a lesbian crush on her, so I fulfilled your fantasy by proxy; I am a rough lover like the one who took your virginity; I confuse you as much as that other guy who wasn't interested at all in you and probably stole your makeup; I am a gentle lover like that nerd you met in the library to get closer to his jock friend; I am that son of a gun who gave you chlamydia, I am your sole soulmate like that guy you let slip away and is the one you hope to return someday. And I promise a lot just like the next. Then you will blow it and I'll be happy to explode. I'm an Egyptian Mummy's Curse.
I'm a friggin' anthropologist, former chemist, social theory researcher, biology/psychology/philosophy teacher and history student back home.
I'm an expatriate now, who finds his paid workplace in his own mind, on pieces of paper, notebooks, libraries, bookstores, desks, park benches, museums, and heated conversations, but I won't drink coffee or smoke cigarettes or meet you in a snotty Café. I'd rather be in the Schönbrunn zoo visiting my hairy mother behind bars, or my Gypsy brothers in their trailer park. J'étais un sauvage. J'ai devenu Lumpen. Je pense que je suis la crème! Yeah, la vie d'un straight-edge bookish church-attending punk petitbourgeois petit-maître exiled from the Rainy Tropics!
I prefer the sweaty sound and the thunderous and growling fury of the streets, the forests and your disturbed piece of mind, than that Pretentiously Cool Euro-Hipster Scene. Nonetheless, maybe jolly good ol' Franz Joseph put something in the tap Evian water these Viennese folks drink any given day, and it's nice to see so many people smiling without any known reason while they ride the U-Bahn. What a jolly happy merry city, and with Christmas approaching, just imagine that!
It's not my kind of place, but I have been in Vienna since early November apparently for a unexpected longterm stay. My German died years ago and now has to be risen from the tomb. The texts below only show evasive maneuvers written as cut-ups while in I was in a relationship limbo at home, so don't be afraid of the dark self-deprecatory humor and irony in it. I'll be more than happy to meet people to hang out in Vienna.
By the by, by the way, my family name in the Catalan language is the same family name than that of the Father of Psychoanalysis... Do you (think you) know him? Well, now I'm in Vienna and you probably realize how this acts upon my Ich. Read below for glimpses of my Es. Ja, wo Es war, soll mein Pimmel werden!
Latest self-deception and summary of the self-summary:
Anthropologist by degree and ethnologist by vocation, former chemist by education and confusion, biologist and ecological scientist by talent and practice, teacher and professor by profession and chance, researcher by devotion and dedication, psychoanalysis enthusiast by perversion, student and scholar by default. Yet I'd rather lay down on grass and watch the clouds pass by while talking to a friend or lover.
Aquarius under the Sun, Taurus is ascending. Fire Dragon according to the Chinese. I don't care about it, I just find it as fun as my Tarot decks (a Rider Waite and a Marseille). Cynical by principle, skeptical by frustration, anarchist by untamedness, never pragmatical, libertarian by fights and struggles, dreamweaver and chaser of nightmares, major social and political disaster survivor. (The despot is now dead!)
Born but not always raised in Caracas, Venezuela. Do not call me Venezuelan: I am from Caracas, which is in the mountains near the coast in Venezuela, south of the Caribbean, east of the Andes, north of the Orinoco basin. I am Hispanic American: Do not call me "Latin American", that's a despicable Imperial Category, and "American" is never equal to "U. S. American", please...
Grandson, nephew, brother, etc., of current and past political prisoners and torturees. Descendant of peasants, migrants and housewives, Indigenous Americans and both African and Poor Spanish Slaves, ostracized Jews and Moors, oppressed females and Basques, minority language-speakers and victims of ethnic cleansing, even before modern nations existed. I suspect my mom prostituted herself for a time to pay some of the expenses of raising us up. My dad gave me a strong ethical sense but he could not give nothing more than a neurotic kind of love. The scum of the Earth! Every generation in my family has known exile and exodus. The only property my family and ancestors have owned is arid lands and their own bodies and minds. We are local cosmopolitans and romantic pettybourgeois bohemians and intellectuals; religion (whatever its denomination) is the only thing saving us from nihilism. Titles, degrees and money amount to nothing but let you slide in, I guess... All of these are other people's accomplishments and hardships, but somehow you loony leftist bastards think this kind of background looks cool on your résumé.
I am now in Vienna, I don't know for how long. It's not where I would like to be, but I try to cope with it. I fail a lot, but I am not afraid of failure, I learn.
I am not an employee, but I am not unemployed, I earn my income through wits and books. I despise working according to office hours, I do not surrender myself to wage labour, I am not an end-of-the-month whore. I am thrifty and I lead a simple life with only new and used books as luxuries. I hate cars and I am trying to learn to ride bicycles, I never had one.
I speak the Castilian language and I have a religious devotion for its sacredness.
Just like the Marquis of Bradomin, I am "Ugly, Catholic and Sentimental". Try to figure which one of the three is a lie.
I wear shoes size 45. My blood type is A+. My eyes are green. My temperament is quite sanguine. I may have an undiagnosed mental health issue, but I embrace neurodiversity and I expect you to do so. My sexual practices have been heteroerotic oriented, but I do not fear showing platonic homoerotic physical affection to same-sex friends when I really love them. I suppose my gender is masculine enough but not so much according to the standards of my raising. Go figure: What does a parent want?
I like cats, dogs, cows, sheep, goats, birds, reptiles, fish, and most non-slimy animals. I find humans slimy but I try to like them too. I also like a lot plants, algae and fungi. I may even eat some of these (folk) taxons if served before me to eat within legality. Yellow papaya I won't eat or drink, yegh! Yet I do.
I do not smoke tobacco and I find it an awful endevour. I have smoked marihuana many times many years ago and I felt nothing, ever. I do not like alcohol. Don't be fooled, I enjoy the sexy time explosion, yes, business time, yeah.
I am actually really kind, loyal, affectionate, but really fucking vulnerable too. I keep to myself, yet I mind people.
I like being kissed, I like being tenderly treated, I like kinky stuff that doesn't involve my anus. I value a warm-heart more than a warm vagina. I am not actively looking to have sex with you through this dating site, I prefer to judge my attraction to your personality and your body in person, and I would never use this site to look for a committed relationship. That would be off-site.
OK? Any questions?
If I forgot something important here, remind me to put it.
I'll spare you from reading the rest. It's a trap.
Ye olde recent profile:
I used to be here for the tests and questions, but they are not cool anymore. That's should sum it up for you. But since you're here, and I have nothing better to do for the next 15 minutes, I'll put some BS here, in my third or fourth OKC profile in 7 or more years... and a lot happened or unhappened during that time. (This, I'm not telling).
I must admit this profile gets visits from very beautiful girls, and that's very tempting and flattering.That's why I can't help browsing some of your profiles too and having one or two good "bad thoughts"... but that's it. I enjoy tending to my guests and I enjoy browsing the ripe apples in the market, but, shoot, I'm not actively "looking" for someone here, therefore I won't lay it down short & easy for you.
I'll practice shock and awe. I'll daze and confuse you. Maybe I could deploy some watchdogs, but doggie chow is expensive, so for the moment a big barbwired fence should do. Let me have some fun at your expense with a bit of nonsense confessionals.
Where's my mind?
'Sup, dudes? Are you ready to turn your back and go to where you came from? Or are you willing to waste lots of minutes of your precious time? Excuse me (but kudos!) if you discover soon that I write myself as antipathetical just to disuade you from reading... I add and I add layers and layers of text just to make this longer. There might be no actual connection, there might not be truth to this. Or maybe it is a quite clear and sincere expression of my actual state of mind.
Although I'm easy-going and uncomplicated fellow once you acquire the taste for me, I find it difficult to summarize myself. Like anyone, I'm multidimensional and OKCupid it's not the best platform to show the minute states of being and becoming that make up your self. Also, my perception of myself constantly changes so I don't always like to show myself engraved in stone as a self-summary would require. Maybe I was born yesterday. Maybe I feel old already... Maybe I'm a coot on a parkbench with some boring stories to tell to the pigeons. I have known no war, though. I don't feel I have accomplished much and the best is yet to come, yet it's been a long rollercoaster ride inside myself.
I'm not saying I lack a core either, but consider the following just a partial and deficient aspect of how I would show myself at a given time... maybe.
I used to enter wild and bizarre remarks into OkCupid's summary, and it attracted what I see today as the wrong crowd...
Sometimes I got to know them, for better or for worse. Today I decided to be more boring and conventional... Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of readers?
Ok, let's see, a bit of history. Previously I formally studied chemistry, and left it half-way. I am fascinated with biology (evolution, genetics, ecology) and have taught it at school. I love expressionist and abstract art, and les belles lettres... Although currently I am not paiting, composing music or writing stories, I have made a point in different stages of my life to devote myself to different fields: I took arts and letters quite seriously while growing up, then I went for the natural sciences in my late teens/early twenties, then I engaged in the social sciences. I don't know what will come next yet. I'm an explorer.
By training, I am an anthropologist. As such term could entail very ambitious aspirations (and, at the same time, should entail very modest and very common skills), I prefer to see myself as an ethnologist. Officially, I was mostly trained as a linguistic anthropologist, but I took the time to engage in a very encyclopedic and integrative education. It was a complete failure. For reasons I want to withhold, I wrote my thesis on the ethics and politics of assisted reproductive technologies impact on the body, the self and the person through the ethnological construct of kinship. Indeed, my main concerns are ethics and morals, comparative ethics and politics, everyday politics, production and reproduction. But that's so little about what makes me tick.
In the 19th-Century, I would have been an explorer, in the 18th I'd have been a natural historian. Before I'd have been a monk or a friar. I wish I could be a carpenter, a fisherman, a blacksmith...
Besides research and selling books and collectibles on my own, I have worked as a middle school and high school teacher (Biology, Health, Nature, Psychology), and recently I have made an initial foray into elementary school. What an odd choice to put your kids under my care!
I can't stand teen arrogance, but adult idiocy is worse. I certainly have enjoyed my time as a teacher... I learned a lot from my kids (teens, children and infants) and it's quite fulfilling to care and nurture someone's values and knowledge.
Man! Now I sound too serious and responsible. I'm not. I'm not telling you about the dark side of it or the pain I have had to endure this year.
This could grow longer, but some simple folks may find it already too long. So my best guess is that if you already reached this point and are willing to continue, you're either an obsessive ex-girlfriend or someone consciously or unconsciously willing to break my heart clumsily in the future. Maybe I should stay away from someone like you.
Now, let's get our ride bumpy and bring out the weird!