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.
Divine, joyous, ridiculous appreciation and wonder.
(that's all one thing! I swear.)
Community. (Not in the abstract, but the concrete experiences of friends' intertwined lives.)
Also: burritos, sun, kissing, a good pocketknife, and more laughter. :D
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.
Look for Chutzpah on FL, you'll find me.