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My self-summary
Half of me wants nothing more than my horse, my man and my Mexican mountains. The other half wants to live in the biggest city on the planet, dance all night, make conceptual art and never get married. Feel the same? Let's do this.

I'm on here in search of people who want to explore the outer realms of consciousness/Barcelona (substitute whatever my current location says; I move a lot). If I want to get laid I can go to a bar. Trust me I like sex but it's not hard for me to get, and I don't need an algorithm to tell me whether I fancy someone or not.

I love adventures and I hate people who think their happiness is somebody else's responsibility. As Miss Zelda (Fitzgerald, but if you're a fellow Hyrulean we can talk about that) would have agreed: if you're bored it's cause you're boring.
What I’m doing with my life
Collecting enough experience to write the truth, and having as much fun as possible in the meantime.
I’m really good at
Dancing on bar counters, putting together outfits, having a good time, worrying, not worrying, making things sound totally ok, and MarioKart. Seriously, I've won championships.
The first things people usually notice about me
If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Let's have a candlelit dinner on top of a mountain (there'd be lanterns around the candles, duh) and invite Ariel Levy, Christopher Ryan, Dan Savage, Suzanne Brogger, Zooey Glass, Charlie Wallflower, Duncan Trussell, Dean Moriarty, Daniele Bolelli, Alabama Worley and all our not yet famous revolutionary friends. Fictional ones can come, too; they'd be in good company. We'll eat steak and drink red wine and after dinner we'll dance with Lady GaGa, Iggy Pop, Sune Rose Wagner, Juliette Lewis and Courtney Love. Yes? Yes!
The six things I could never do without
I'm doing without all the time. Once in a while you've got to burn down your house, keep your dreaming alive.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The slut. I think we should talk about the slut. It's 2015 and still you will, on any given night, run into a dozen folks (mostly men, but certainly not exclusively men) who presume that slutty behaviour - and I'm talking here about ethical slutting, like dressing up and sleeping around, with all cards on the table - equals intellectual vapidity. That somehow there is some form of zero sum joy-game going on where the increase in physical pleasure will directly lead to loss of mental acuity and, by the idiot's extension, credibility. Whereas, in fact, it is all interlinked. It is all adventure and life-affirmation. You're just celebrating life, or God if you will, by making the absolute most of what you've been given. I could go on. But basically: ethical sluttiness is a virtue. Take The Ethical Slut Test to find out if your house is on Santa's list this year.
On a typical Friday night I am
out working myself up over the above
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
is that, despite what you may think, it's actually very easy to make me blush.
You should message me if
you get it, and want more people on your team. This place seems to be brimming with fun, creative and intelligent people so I am by no means limiting my use of it to sex and romance. In fact I think it's way better for friends; the percentage can tell you about basic value compatibility, but it can't figure out chemistry.

So message me if you're in Barcelona and you want to get drunk like a punk, go moshing to Thee Oh Sees, surf, go horse-riding, play tennis, want to make fun of the rest, want a MarioKart contest, want to keep carrying the torch of all the sluts who've been vilified, killed or forced to change by idiots who don't even know whose errand they're running. Or we could jut go for a burrito (I like burritos).