I am supremely comfortable in my subtly Q skin. In practical terms I'm not a guy's guy. You've probably already figured that out from my silly photos.
Dealbreakers: Involvement in institutions of religion, pack-a-day smoking, right-wing ideology. Selfies looking upward taken from your car seat. I would include cutesy photos taken with Oversized Fun Objects, but if combined with my other dealbreakers there would be no one left.
I've been around and have the adventure stories, scars, and mementos to show for it. Hopefully a little wisdom as well.
New Orleans. I felt it when I arrived one August twilight to work a gig at sweaty pre-AC Tipitina's and eat many hangover lunches at Uglesich's. And the owners and staff, who remembered my name after months-long absences, called it "Ooo glih shez". So have I.
Live music, dancing, costuming, social rides, IKoC, local theater/burlesque/variety shows, WWOZ, WWNO, Gambit, Off Beat, Antigravity, The Advocate, yup.
Just bought a cheap Resonator. Gonna play some New Orleans music loud up on the Royal St hipster buskers. You know, the ones who don't know who Allen Toussaint was.
My sartorial and decorating style are antique, vintage, and thrift with a few Mod Cons thrown in for utility and contrast. I like to junk/antique shop, and now I'm thinking architectural salvage shops to fit up the Wrecked Mansion.
I like to cook, love to eat out and I mix a wunnerful cocktail.
I pedal everywhere in all weather on the Schwinn cruiser. I have a vehicle, but if I tell you what it is you'll ask me to help you move.
I like to travel; to hike the ruins, stroll the museums and galleries, lounge on the beaches, dance to the music, eat the local dishes and drink the local fermented and distilled beverages.
I'm trying to do all those Krewe builds, openings, civic activities, art and culture thingies that make neighborhood and local life fulfilling. I have no trouble arriving solo, but I like company.
Are you cynically hopeful, judgmentally open minded, adventurous but not reckless, unusual good-weird but not a hot mess, inquisitive and engaging? I like to think that I am too.
I sometimes like a little lipstick, makeup, and high heels.
On YOU, silly.
I'm considering becoming a New Orleans tour guide.
Putting people at ease.
Picking up the plan of every small business I encounter.
Okay, probably what I'm wearing.
The Stooges, New York Dolls, MC5, Velvet Underground, Pistols, Clash, Damned, Buzzcocks. X, The Cramps. Gun Club again lately.
Beatles, Rolling Stones, The Who, Troggs...The Sonics are on my lips daily.
Chuck Berry, Elvis, Gene Vincent, Eddie Cochran, Johnny Burnette.
Little Richard, Bo Diddley, Wynonie Harris, Cab Calloway, Louis Jordan,
Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Parliament AND Funkadelic.
The Doctor, The Professor, Mr Toussaint, Mr Booker.
Mr. Nelson, Mr. Jones, Mr. Kilminster, RIP.
Don't die on me, Mr. Osterburg.
Sushi, Indian, Asian(Korean, Vietnamese esp.), Classic French, Southern US("Soul Food"), Latin, Italian/Mediterranean, BBQ, Cajun/Creole, all seafood(no sea urchin or fugu).
Out of the Past, To Have and Have Not, Gilda, Bringing Up Baby;
Auntie Mame, Young Frankenstein, Pink Flamingos, Dr. Strangelove, Animal House, Blade Runner, Hedwig, Rocky Horror, Brazil, Notorious, Rear Window, Cabaret, Liquid Sky. I'm going to find a few faves in your list, I promise.
White Christmas/Holiday Inn, A Christmas Story, Elf, Miracle on 34th Street, Bad Santa, and a sleeper: It Happened On Fifth Avenue. If you have a favorite I would love to know about it.
Finally read Zeitoun...*whew* Sunday NYT, Moby-Dick, A Confederacy of Dunces, Snow Crash, LOTR and The Hobbit, A Clockwork Orange. William Gibson, Bruce Sterling, Neal Stephenson, Neil Gaiman, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clark, Philip K. Dick. I grew up reading Golden Age Sci-fi and 19th century classics.
I have read all of the Song of Ice and Fire books.
Friends and family, near and far.
Music and dancing.
Current affairs/political reportage.
The Arts, High and Low.
Ageing shop-cat Caesar, back with me and tearing me to pieces in fights, walking on me as I sleep, and growling as he drags a server apron around the house. Update: Caesar passed recently, and while not unexpected, it was still a shock. He was my guy for a very long time and coming home isn't what it was.
Last but not least, my bike.
...and I hate one of the "Holy Trinity" ingredients.