Super honesty time! My predominant feeling is numbness with a smoldering cauldron of rage (at injustice, the futility of action, etc) bubbling deep under the surface. I don't care a whole lot about much except for my friends and dancing. My dream house is like 600 square feet and plastered with solar panels. I'm super progressive apparently, which I think just means I try not to be an asshole to people. I consider myself a feminist, try not to be racist, and am most sympathetic to socialism.
I want a deeply loving relationship built on joy, trust, kindness, and dynamite sexual chemistry.