Smart, strange, kind, creative, passionate man, who somewhere along the way grew into a decent human being.
That some one did not stop in the road
And take me away to a dance or picnic.
I ended up with forty acres;
I ended up with a broken fiddle—
And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories,
And not a single regret."
I'm slightly terrible at first dates, and much prefer when we're focused on something else: a rock climbing wall, or a rope bondage workshop, or an exuberant music/art/culture thing. Let the chemistry bloom quietly, a charge almost unfelt beneath the flesh, until you find yourself making out against the wall in a midnight divebar, enraptured with wine and flesh and pleasure.
Some "social objects" that iconically define my communities: Coffee. Burritos. Mac laptops. High quality tools that come with lifetime warranties. climbing shoes. playa dust. IPA. Robert Anton Wilson. Rumi. a passport. A toybag.
Rope. (Ask for my Fetlife info for more on that)
Community. (Not in the abstract, but the concrete experiences of friends' intertwined lives.)
Laughter. Divine, joyous, ridiculous appreciation and wonder.
(that's all one thing! I swear.)
Also: burritos, sun, kissing, a good pocketknife, and more laughter. :D
Until June 1 I'm still in SF, sucking the marrow.
After that, New York.
I have many stories, many interests, many passions. I love speculating about human nature, arguing about linguistics and ethics; I am endlessly curious and fascinated by the world.
And...when it comes to sex, it's all about BDSM.
I love kissing, holding hands, and long walks on the beach...but first and foremost, I'm simply, undeniably wired for kink. My ideal lover wants a spanking before, during, and after said walk on the beach, whether that's part of a brief hookup or a lifelong partnership.