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My self-summary
Because I've no photo, OKC won't let me initiate conversation. A simple hello from you unlocks my pen.

UPDATE: I love looking at your profiles; and feel free to look over mine. And if you decide to contact me, I'll reply. But at this time, I am leaning toward not searching for anything more than friendliness, people to write, and shared musings. Thank you all.

I'm not stupid, not bland, not indifferent. I don't have enemies. I'm kind off the beaten track in many ways. I have political and life opinions, and a moral groove I inhabit. As important as my values are to me, I tend nevertheless to like everyone and find them interesting. Life is too short not to be amazed by the rediscovered orchard, the low rise in the field that bends the river and what anyone might be thinking and why....

As far as OKC goes, I'm only looking for healthy, ethical long-term poly relationships that are, at their foundation, built on friendship, warmth and fun. Even if we never touch fingers or toes, that is my baseline.

If you write me, I will share my photo. I'm not shy. That's how I do it.

It is pointless to "like" me. I cannot see who you are.
What I’m doing with my life
My life, my life.... Well, like you, writing about my life is odd. I hope my profile is interesting, but I won't be surprised if it is just too much ho and hum. I am by nature sort of interior, not a swashbuckler, nor a gregarious party-type.

I'm just saying: for a red-painted night on the town, followed by naked hang-gliding and absinthe in war-torn Syria, I am not the man with the brush. More likely, I am the man who built the brush or tinted the paint.

However, as of recent, I AM slowly hunting and pecking my way around the always-exciting cello. (I know, I know. Time to uncork the smelling salts.)

To get on with it though, I'm otherwise tapping into my senses, emotions, intellect, creativity, not to mention my play-shape. And striving to be responsible--to be better and make it better.
I’m really good at
Well, so far---NOT the cello.

Some of my friends call me accomplished, but I know I've never mastered anything, except perhaps an awareness of the mixed up, sweet-bitter gifts of life. And I don't know how "really good" I am, but I enjoy writing, editing, writing music, life-insights, beautiful relationships and filing metal edges smooth.....
The first things people usually notice about me
I don't know. slender? mussed and unironed? kind of a stereotypical artist-y looking guy; a Mister Shirttail, with a 3/4 sleeve roll up--you know the type. I used to call myself C and T (i.e. cute and touseled). I'm happy wearing jeans torn at the knee--but I also like to painstakingly patch them with beloved fabric and fluorishes. The second thing might be my relentless curiosity.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Everyone has so much to say here, but I'll contribute one each from the left-field bag:
book--wilfred the rat
film--the russians are coming, the russians are coming
show--pepe le pew
music--the libertines
food--momotoro tomatoes
AND if you only have so much space in your pocket when you come to see me, throw out the book, the film, the show and the music--bring me the tomatoes.
Six things I could never do without
1-needle and thread
2-the strong belief that we have to pitch in once we see injustice and unfairness if we expect solutions
3-xanthan gum
4-a soft spatula--I don't understand what's with these crap-hard, inflexible spatulas
5-dreaminess and imagination
6-a variety of hammers. hammering is zen
(I've discovered I can do without a seventh thing)
8-a good, ratcheting screwdriver
9-a very rough washcloth
10-US roadmaps
11-relationships and the always-unfolding conversation
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Right now, the sick, sick outcome of this election. It's time to push back--and I mean f-ing hard!!--but also intelligently and effectively. If we tear the national fabric, we end up with even more repair on our hands.

Otherwise? I think of how I'm very very lucky to have my one and only wife and the sub-orbital life I stepped into. My grandmother's house. September 23rd, years ago. Why it's impossible to trisect an angle. What is that cool approach my math teacher, Ms. Lapasha taught me for finding the square root. Which is left and which right (I have a famously bad-but-deserved reputation for having no hint of a compass in my head).
On a typical Friday night I am
preparing for saturday (I've a weird work schedule)
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
1)I was on the grassy knoll by the stockade fence in Nov 1963--I can say no more. 2 )Don't use copper cleaner on the bottoms of your pots. Switch to a few shakes of salt and a splash of white vinegar. 3 )Even though I denied it, I did steal that dime from Jackie in first grade. 4)when I shower I talk to myself about what part of my shower comes next--sort of like play-by-play. 5)you may hate me for this but often I glaze over and shallowly skim an endless OKC list of one's favorite books and flicks--though I'm sure they're all lovely and tasteful. And oh yes 6)I am a poly, ethically non-monogamous guy in an open-marriage. I'm completely open with my wife (and she with me), but neither of us publicly flaunt the lifestyle.
You should message me if
You can find the keyhole to my door.

Let me be honest. I will be tortoise-y deliberate in this process. I'd love to meet someone who resonates with what I represent, who is kind and playful, but ONLY after some nice "seems-like-we're-clicking" messages. And more truth be told, generally speaking, finding someone within a dozen or so years of my age in either direction might make our creased faces more comfortable. Finally--I know I know I know I KNOW---I don't have a pic and that, increases the odds of anyone even reading to this point, but I do actually photograph pleasingly, and so for you curious and intrepid, there are such astounding pics to share with you, you wouldn't believe. I'm not hideous (oddly, I look a bit like the nice "outline man" in the no-photo, photo box--you know, kind of straight-and-and-square standing, slender, with a tossed off do....) and I'll happily share, roots-to-toes, if we move to the relaxing, exchange-y phase and so sorry about the hesitancy.
The two of us