An old beagle's sleeping in the sun coming through my back door. The desk I'm writing on is covered in things: red dice, mail, a screwdriver, four silver dollars, and books. Two are on art, one's on poetry, and the last is a very dry, very basic intro to music theory. A stack of old sketches and notes sits next to a new set of synthetic paper samples I'm print testing. Other, older notes are pinned to a raw cork board next to post cards and a key once used by a friend to chain himself to a tree during occupy. I wasn't into occupy but I thought the key was interesting enough to keep. A huge wide format printer sits on cinder blocks. A very cheap steel guitar sits on a small steel table. There's art on the walls and throughout the house, all made by me or people I know. On a shelf there are sentimental artifacts left by friends: a gourd kalimba from Chile, a tape, a rock, and a welded steel x.
I have never really wondered about my path or felt a need to find myself. Life is mysterious but not in any frustrating way. I prefer small gatherings of friends to any loud party or crowded bar. I joke comfortably with the people I know though it doesn’t come naturally to me in new situations.
I went to architecture school at UT and loved it. I'll to go to grad school to study some form of art eventually. You might scoff but it’s really the most pragmatic thing for me. I need to be around people who are passionately learning and working on projects of their own design. Engagement is very important to me. Though I sympathize with apathy, I lose patience if it drags on for too long, both in myself and in others. I'm opinionated and have a critical mind. I like people who challenge me but are as flexible in their beliefs as I am.
One last thing- I use an electric wheelchair and always will. I'm never quite sure how to address this on a dating site because it's difficult to explain something so profoundly life-shaping and personal in just a few lines. It's an interesting opportunity actually. Only very small children ever ask why I use a chair or how I feel about it; grownups are too polite. I'll tell you so you don't have to wonder:
It's mysterious. Though I very rarely ask why, I realize I'm living a very rare life. It's a strange one but it's going well. I've done or am doing everything I've ever wanted to do. Of course, my situation is also very frustrating at times. To deny or dwell on the facts seems overly delusional.
Though I would never primarily identify as a disabled person, I think that my physical limitations have affected my personality more completely than any other experience. I feel comfortable telling people what I need and what I want. I think I'm more sympathetic than I might have been otherwise. People confide in me, especially those that don't confide in others very often. The main effect, however, will always be my attitude towards lifestyle and the roles people take on. I feel a strong affinity for people who choose uncommon ways of living. I'm attracted to artist, activist, and queer: anyone who has realized the richness of their own particularity.