Um, about me... dunno what to say, really. I'm a 28-year old student of the world, but has never visited enough to pass a test. Just keeping m'eyes open and watching the universe at work. It's not much of a hobby, but it beats the hell out of shooting-up in a back alley, somewhere, and vomiting on a stranger's shoes.
It seems that when I think about what I'm really looking for is to fall madly in love and have a sickeningly-sweet homelife, with a hot, open-minded, sex life. Sex on the dining table, before work, when we're finding gray hair in places when there was no hair before. Just trying to let people know what kind of partner I'm looking for.
Life and humanity are things I dig. Starting everyone off on equal footing is something I strive to do, even though no one is so perfect. Catch me on the wrong day and a person could appear as something parasitic, that needs a cure; on another day, a fine person, whom I'd like to know better. Colored by emotions and outer influences, I am only human, but realize my folly and strive to do better.
(Ready for the run-on sentence? 'Cause here 'goes:)I'm female, bisexual, white, native american, no pixie, extremely protective of my friends, patriotically-unpatriotic, love Man, but dislike most people, generally contradictory, somewhat geeky, attempting to steal back my innocence, while keeping my eyes open, a terrible liar, affected by music, a recovering catholic with pagan tendencies, an artist, brutal, non-violent, usually wearing a good deal of armor, shameless on a dance-floor, a terrible singer that still will sing, liable to swear like a sailor, will try just about anything in the bedroom, but I have to like them an awful lot, a tad political, deeper than a teaspoon, like the way women kiss, but like men with stubble-y chins and cheeks, think Chris Isaak and Trent Reznor should try doing an album together, just to see how fast it would strip the panties off women, and a bit of a socialist.
'Considering going to school for mortuary sciences or business. Honestly though, I have more interest in the former, than the latter.I have been thinking about the things I really want out of life and why they aren't so, like my inability to trust people I've never met. (By the way, people who message me and jump right to sex creep me out. Yes, I like to fuck and it's on my mind, but I'm not thinking about fucking you, until there's an established "golly, I really like this guy"- factor, which takes some time without the main modes that people really communicate, body language and inflection) Lately I have been thinking about going back to school, but at the eternal stumper from kindergarten "What do you want to be when you grow up?" 'Cause I don't know. 'Don't know what I want to do, but I know it's something more than this. I think about my friends and family and what constitutes a good life and what I need to do to enrich my own.
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I think I figured out where I went wrong in my late teens, early twenties. I was trying to date and make long term commitments to a guy who was thirty and still stuck in emo. What's bad? I still have a soft spot for emo boys. Go 'head, point and laugh. For the clueless, I present:
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This video is "Ehn," at best, but merely thinking of the music makes me bite me lip.
And sometimes, I think I'm going to be stuck with this douche-bag, if I don't step up my game.