Let’s start off with a helping of the basics:
In seriousness: I'm looking to co-create a warm and playful space in which we can explore intimacy in all of its beautiful forms.
In less seriousness: I have Subway coupons. If you’re lucky I’ll take you. $5 footlong menu only.
And now for some random beliefs I hold, in no particular order:
- Cowboy boots are badass.
- Everything in moderation, especially moderation.
- Limes make pretty much everything taste better.
- Owning insecurity makes it like armor.
- Socks worn with sandals may be the worst thing ever.
- Awareness is light. It doesn’t always reveal pretty things, but it beats stumbling around in the dark.
- Pennies are the bane of my existence.
- No one is a monolith.
Certified sex educator.
Sexual assault crisis counselor.
Aspiring psychiatric nurse practitioner.
Might secretly moonlight as a party clown.
Fixing stuff. Productivity increases with beer and pizza.
Putting my foot in my mouth in spectacular fashion.
Researching obscure topics. Like" war elephants" or how to make a air conditioner out of fans, a cooler, and ice.
Cooking (aka putting tasty stuff together to make it more tasty)
Being a space cadet (aka constantly forgetting where I am and what I'm doing).
Acting as source of cheap labor.
Taking the conversation to that next level.
I have a problem constantly reading books. It's not a big deal or anything; I just break out into hives and start sweating if I don't. And then wake up in forest, naked, covered in animal blood. Like I said, not a big deal.
Some movies I recently saw and liked:
Get Out, Moonlight, Arrival, Sausage Party, The Usual Suspects
Shows I just binge watched:
Westworld, Better Call Saul, Fargo, The Patriot, Rick and Morty, Stranger Things, Ash Vs. Evil Dead, Legion, Last Week Tonight
Bands/Artists I'd likely shank someone to see:
Young the Giant
Flight of the Conchords
I've never met a well-made meal I didn't like.
I could probably eat Mexican or Indian food any day of the week.
bag fries (aka bagglers),
Why Sandra Bullock seemingly never ages. My current theory is that she's a Highlander. There can be only ONE!
My blush reflex is on a hair trigger. Sometimes I blush cause I'm embarrassed or upset, sometimes for like no reason, and sometimes on weekends, holidays, and all throughout May.
When I was five I got chased up a tree by a bull. True story.
You have tickets to Book of Mormon and want to take me. I'm serious.