[insert daps and pleasantries]
So, this partnering thing is nuts kinda, right. How's it going for you? It feels like there's a lot to learn out here in the mosh pit. Maybe let's do the important bits up front. Time is love.
1. Rotating geography is a thing. But I've got space and time and mad stillness available for the ones who matter. Always.
2. Married sounds chill. I'd be into that.
3. ...the picket fence and children part, though. Not so much.
Suburban bliss is beautiful, it's just seriously not in my stars.
4. Following Jesus the best I know how. Much like neon spandex, wearing Christianity out the house takes balls. Difficult to pull off without context and nuance.
5. I am very wild and very loyal, seeking same.
My life is full. Unusual. Fast. Happy.
Glad you're here. You're probably pretty rad.
I'm actually a lot more interested in learning about you. Vamos.
For the purposes of indexing and cocktail napkins, I'm a social justice activist and an artist. I create stuff. Many stuffs.
Imagine a gypsy who learned to balance a checkbook. I might be responsible for a trail of blown out speakers across several timezones. Nomadic adult. Economic equality, race and class dynamics are my lane. I build things, help people, and I play them songs. Not too much else matters.
What moves you?
Personal integrity + strong character are everything. I do my best on staying good at those.
I'm a lot. A live wire intentionally gentle gentle with people. A hopelessly terrible fuckin' mouth. Equal parts boombox and thesaurus. Seriously, though, travel all the time. Movement is just in my blood (join me, she whispers). What I lack in zipcode attention span, I make up for with a hella steady heart. Time spent with me generally means tickets and timezone shifts. This likely freaks you out a bit, yet gives you a mild boner. Good.
I'm not a lady. I am a dame.
There's a difference and I'd love to show you.
The rest: Tennessee Williams, Coates, Thoreau, miscellaneous basslines, Adyashanti, BBC, country-pop with no shame, Melissa Harris-Perry. Oscar Wilde + NYT. Strings get me everytime. Any sociopolitical research served with a side of fuck the system. Mysticism is legit. Rob Thomas is a thing. Michael Jackson is forever.
Building organization(s). The beach. Beach music. How much more I have to save to afford my beach home. Fulfilling my purpose. Ghettos and barrios. Movement. Where to find a true gentleman with a filthy mouth. The Movement (a different thing). Refreshing my garters + pearls. Music. The whatwherehow of living out dreams. Why hard math and hard drugs scare me to my bones. Actual adventure. Liberation theology. How bad my Arabic is. Ephesians. Tequila. How Lenny Kravitz and I have the same natural hair texture. Rhythm. Health. Global economy issues. Itineraries. How vinyl doesn't fit in a suitcase. Jesus. Entrepreneurship. The difference between religion and faith. If RHCP songs can be lived out. Why it's so hard for brown kids to survive in 21st century America and how I can change that. Improving my Morse Code. Neon. Going fast. Lyrics. How bad my Spanish is. Miscellaneous creative shit. Surfing. Music. MUG Rootbeer. Rehab work on a cranberry vintage car. How bad my Hindi is. Music. Going faster. Ink on skin and paper. Strength. My love/hate relationship with Hillsong. Resistance. The pros and cons of being untamed. God. How bad my French is. Sex. Glitter. When husband stopped being a scary word. Music. My book acquisition and library fetish. Surrender. Psalms. Why Rainbow sandals cost so much. and getting back to the beach...where my soul is.
What the heck this is like and wondering if anyone else is thinking about it, too: http://bit.ly/1pnm863
Like, sometimes cooler things happen.
But in the interest of keeping it real...
I am shit at dating.
I am absolutely fabulous at love.
sweatyhotfilthyscreaminmonogamy. With passports. You in?
You should write me if kindness is your default.
Your word is real and means something when you give it.
Electric. Ocean. Hurricane. Fire. People call you these things.
Your soul leaves waterstains on things.
You're going about your Father's business. You've sorted out what your contribution to the world is gonna look like. You've learned who you are. You love who that man is. You know what's worth your sweat and full intention. You see the fine line between being free and being reckless (bonus points if you learned the hard way). Your passion is slightly fueled by something to prove. You are super stoked about this life thing, imperfect as it may be.
You're good at saltwater, drunken close dancing, going all in for the things that matter without hesitation, accruing skymiles, and signing up for Saturday volunteer shifts. Allons-y!
Loyalty is everything. Being fine as hell is also helpful.
In sum, I just want to sing you songs and make you pancakes.
Get at me.