I suppose you've come to this page to find out about me - so I'll put aside that self-conscious feeling of overindulgence I get when I talk about myself and get on with it.
Where to start... I was born; eldest of five. Growing up was all about regular camping/road trips, community-oriented alternative education, and orchestrating grand theatrical productions with my siblings, whilst wearing a tea cozy on my head, with my cowlick sticking out the slit. Oh and the board/card games, played with such ferocious competition, that Genghis Khan would've paled...
One day I forgot the route back to Neverland, and gave myself over to more adult pursuits (if I may be so bold to call them such). Like a bowerbird, hoping to attract the ladies, I built a small consulting company out of the materials lying around (my PhD supervisors, colleagues and anything coloured blue). This work involves talking with people enthusiastic about grass, bugs and houses burning down, and building statistical models to help them communicate their passion. My torturous PhD was a hybrid of computer science and evolutionary biology - creating artificial worlds in computers, so I could perform experiments on the inhabitants.
I'm non-monogamous (poly), open/honest to a fault, think that communication is paramount in all relationships, and get on best with people who are like-minded in that respect. I'm something of an idealist regarding relationships, which, for me, has meant thinking outside the norm.
I'm still in the process of recovering from the trauma of finishing a ridiculously overdue thesis. Seriously, what a fucker! I am, however, looking forward to the day when airline staff ask me to assist in an emergency amputation, because I insist on calling myself "Doctor" when checking in.
Presently, as I stumble down the steps of the ivory tower, I'm looking to becoming something resembling a responsible adult (or, at least, feign an attempt at one), whilst maintaining a child-like open mindedness and idealism.
For some reason, I feel most liberated in my writing when being self-deprecating. I've got qualities which could be good or bad, depending on who you're asking. I certainly don't presume to be everybody's cup of tea. Rather than attempt a boast (really, it's not hard to spin gold from straw, when you've got an audience looking to be impressed), I prefer to ramble and flourish my flaws; spinning them like coins, so they'll simultaneously bedazzle the ones who are right for me, whilst deterring the ones who aren't.
I'm usually shy around strangers, until I break some seal by blurting out something ridiculously personal about myself. After that, I'll happily run around under your garden sprinkler without any clothes!
I derive a lot of pleasure from films, books and music. A lot of smarter, artsy-fartsy stuff, but a good dose of faff as well. As for the twaddle I get all swoony groupie about, I'm a sucker for magical realism, story telling and personal confessions revelling in the awkwardness of human existence.
Boy, I love a beautifully crafted song lyric. It seems that most of the music I love is about heart break (and the inevitable sexual frustration that follows). Singers whose idea of romance is having a double-decker bus crash into yourself and loved one (such a heavenly way to die!). I used to love making mix tapes to woo would be romantic interests. Apparently the best tape I ever made was a break up tape...
In my younger, super impressionable, years, I was besotted by those crypto-homo glam rockers - Bowie, Iggy and Mercury - whose crotches make me question my sexuality. Oh, and the dirty Beat poet/writers, who had a penchant for injecting themselves with heroin and cock. I thought I might be gay for a while. Except I didn't desire to sleep with men and I think about lady bits all the time (and then, of course, there's the prohibitive standards of hygiene, and all that dancing!). Turns out, I was just a little bit poofy. The politics of sexuality, gender and relationships fascinate me. If I ever detect a hint of homophobia (or, more generally, sex negativity) in another, I'll quite maliciously let them believe I'm gay just to rile them - I suppose this is a bit punk.
I could never do a picnic without a tree.
I could never do a road trip without a daggy singalong.
I could never do a bicycle ride without a seat.
I could never do a date without an enthusiastic accomplice.
I could never do a philosophical discussion without a mildly addictive drink (actually, scratch that, I just need oxygen).
I could never do a question without breaking the rules.
With intimates, I am bold, excitable and obscenely chatty (or was that chattily obscene?). I've broken a few beds in my time. No doubt this is more indicative of sturdiness of structure than vigour on my part.
I'm open to all types of connections, be they a fling or enduring; sexual or just friends. As long as they are both respectful and sincere. I'm easy going about messaging - I've written a wordy profile, so as to avoid wordy correspondence - and I couldn't give a toss about spelling and grammar, but I make effort myself (I'm mildly dyslexic). I think content and intent are far more important.
In this awkward world of online match-making, I think it pays to have a quick note on dating style. I much prefer to have a friendly first date, without presumption. Inevitably, at some point, I'll blurt out my intentions - to which you'll respond: yes, friends would be lovely!; or ravish me now!; or go rot in hell!; or let's keep dating for a bit, how about you cook me dinner?; or some variant thereof. Regardless, it'll be party time afterward. Not that I don't like games; games are fun! I just think you can't really tell with these things until you meet in person.
Well, that's it! Thank you for indulging me my little rant - I hope you enjoyed the show? It is a tad waffly, isn't it? Like a forlorn peacock, desperately strutting its stuff, I tried to put some thought and pizzazz behind it. That said, there's a fine line between a thoughtful profile and one that's in danger of disappearing up its own arsehole. So if you like my photos, in spite of all the jabber, you should send me a message. If you're shy, like I am, you can just send me a message saying "macaroni" (or do the like thing) and I'll check you out. I prioritize people who reach out to me.