I like good writing, music that makes my heart hurt, sex with someone who can make my heart hurt, talking in bed, ice cream, amateur choreograpy, and lines that show what you've been doing with your face your whole life. I like knowing what my partner is thinking from across the room, being told the truth for the right reasons, and sitting on the extremely iffy recliner on my front porch at night reading a book.
I don't like (or am indifferent to) making money for its own sake, branding myself, networking, public notoriety, giant vehicles, Botox, waxing, real estate, lying for personal gain, guilt trips, polyester, and unnecessary rudeness.
I fit the Jungian definition of an introvert, i.e., someone who recharges by being alone. I will be very attentive to you when we’re together, but if you need for us to be together all the time there will surely be trouble.
To pay bills I work a series of not-very-lucrative jobs, usually involving the English language.
Movies: His Girl Friday, Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, Out of Sight, To Have and Have Not, Wendy and Lucy
Music: My Bloody Valentine, Patti Smith, Elliott Smith, the Smiths, James Booker, Tim Hecker, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Afghan Whigs, Four Tops, Shangri-Las
You have a sense of humor. You read. You’re smart enough to see what's wrong with the world and you've decided to love it anyway. You like sex, maybe a lot, but you don’t use it as a drug. You're capable of calling me on my bullshit. You tend toward honesty, kindness, and compassion, either naturally or through concerted effort. You’re physically affectionate at least some of the time. You fight fair and make up with no reservations. You get your partner's back and expect the same.