Here goes: I love my life. I wouldn't change a single thing about it, 'cause all of those scars and bruises - both metaphorical and true - are either stories worth telling or lessons worth learning.
I've travelled. I've lived. I've loved. I've learned. I've fallen. I've been picked up and I've picked myself up. I know the therapeutic effects of both a belly laugh and a good sob.
I'm here in Toronto because a change was needed, and, man!, what a change was wrought. I love this beautiful, flawed, artistic town. It's got it going on. The move here changed everything for me, most particularly in my career, which is an artistically-based one. I've had more work and more work connections in the past year of Toronto living and working than I ever had in any ten years on the West Coast. Couldn't be happier with that aspect.
As for love/love-life/sex/etc., and all of its ... [why do I want to say "tentacles"? hmmm... must look at that] ins-and-outs, ups-and-downs? Well, I'm here, aren't I?
Being a story-teller (kids or adults!).
Caring for plants and herbs.
Remaining grounded while chaos swirls.
And, contradictory though they may seem, I am both logical and artistic.
Then my eyes.
Or, maybe my feet. Hahaha!
It depends on the perspective of the viewer. Often enough, people first notice my size by dint of the ratio of, say, bottle size to that of my hands (yes, I bartend, also). They'll look up at that point and see the rest of me. Though, some, bolder types, will look down. Yeah.
Actually, rather than books, I am gonna go with authors:
Patrick Rothfuss; Paulo Coelho; Karen Miller.
Amelie; Mediterraneo; Logan
Luther; London Spy; Suits. (As much as I dig tv's new paradigm, with feature-film-quality writing and exceptional performances, I download or I do the NetFlix. I do not own a tv/cable connection. It is an attention vortex for me.)
Lyrics Born; The Heavy; Joe Strummer.
Favourite? Home-made. Italian, generally, though Asian (Thai, sushi) runs a close second. Hell, what am I talking about... food. I love food. Just no junk. Or, if there is junk, it better be gourmet junk. Like Barbara's Jalapeno Cheese Puffs. OMFG.
Don't have a Redcap porter on retainer, carrying your baggage everywhere.
Are adventurous, and maybe a little ... dirty.
Like to laugh.
In reading this you recognize a wee bit of yourself.