Yes, I'm sweetly femme, look like the pretty pastor's daughter next door, and have a voice like honeyed venom, but the S.C.U.M. Manifesto is required reading for anyone I date. (You should also be familiar with the SCUMM Bar.)
Maybe I have no God-shaped hole in my pretty red heart (that's a lie), but I believe love is magic and magic is a way of looking. I don't much like baseball or apple pie, except if it's a kid's game or if it's really great pie. I'm so liberal I make my parents cry, and that's good for them. I'm opinionated as fuck - the 10% of the time I give a damn. I like people with simple minds and simple tastes, but I can't stand pseudointellectuals (i.e., be as honestly silly as you want, but no Ayn Rand or Kerouac fans, no existential philosophy buffs, and no David Lynch or Philip Glass devotees need apply).
I don't go to parties. Ever. You know, unless I feel like it. I read books. Real books. Like Chretien, Nabokov, or Borges. People who don't read confuse me. People who read only Newsweek and New York Times bestsellers bother me. I sing (lyric mezzo) and I listen to music. Not noise, real music (i.e., classical music and music that sounds like poetry). Like Schoenberg, Mahler, Fleet Foxes, P.J. Harvey, or Ella. To me, good live music is a night at CSO or a chance to cry over Laura Marling, not a pseudodeep indie concert or insipid "jazz." If you have opinions about the arts, please, let them be yours, and let them be based on what moves you. That's actually interesting to me.
I'm an unabashed hedonist. I love sexing, singing, eating, and generally whirling through life with intensity and intention. An ascetic I am not, and while my will is strong, my self-control usually isn't. Working out annoys me, as do people who enjoy dressing up in spandex so they can feel virtuous sweatily panting atop machines. Well, okay, I can see the attraction of virtue sweatily panting atop the right sort of machine--but frankly, darling, shouldn't that be an end in itself?
I'm bisexual and in an open marriage, but none of my canoodling is casual. For me, the "amory" in "polyamory" isn't just, or even mostly, about sex. Sex is easy. People are hard. I like it hard.
As an aside, I am snarky, snooty, and too goddamned nice. Cross my heart.
Due to my exciting upbringing, I can also sew, hang drywall, recite the entire book of First Thessalonians, read palms, and deconstruct any film after two beers.
I'm also crazy good at standardized tests and actually still do them for fun. Want to woo me? You'll find a vintage MAT is the ultimate tool of seduction.
Oh, and I dress like Donna Reed every chance I get.
Note: My hair is not actually blue - but I own something like two dozen wigs of varied hue because dress up is awesome.
Movies: The Big Lebowski. Bringing up Baby. The Lion in Winter. Heathers. The Ruling Class. Death to Smoochy. Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure. Die Ehe der Maria Braun. Okay, anything Fassbinder. And Revolutionary Girl Utena.
Music: Brahms, Schoenberg, Billie Holliday, Queen, Joan Sutherland, Mahler, Mahler, and more Mahler. Okay, and The Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs, Fleet Foxes, Laura Marling, The Cure, Owen Pallett, Elyse, Joni Mitchell. You get the idea. But really, I will sing along to almost anything - the worse, the better.
Foods: Asian pears, chevre, black caviar, cream, pho, gingerbread, fish, gnocchi, spicy dark greens. And scotch or whisk(e)y. I also love biting the heads off those Keebler elf cookies.
2. My imagination.
4. My passport.
And I once farted loudly during oral sex. Let this be a lesson to you: there can be unforeseen consequences when your partner is tied up and gagged.