Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
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/San Francisco. 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
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
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Collecting enough experience to write the truth, and having as much
fun as possible in the meantime.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Dancing on bar counters, putting together outfits, having a good
time, worrying, not worrying, making things sound totally ok, and
The first things people usually notice about me
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If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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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.
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
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
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
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
The slut. I think we should talk about the slut. It's 2014 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
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
out working myself up over the above
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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is that, despite what you may think, it's actually very easy to
make me blush.
You should message me if
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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
So message me if you're in San Francisco and you want to get drunk
like a punk, go mosh, go horse-riding, want to 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.
Oh, and I'm not married, but waiting to say that until the end
screens two types of men:
1) those who are looking for an easy fuck, regardless of said
fuck's personality. Now I'm no hater of casual sex, but sex runs on
chemistry, and chemistry is felt in flesh not maths.
2) those who stay away from married women by default, as their
religious education prevents them from stealing other men's
Not one of them? Show me what you got!
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