Smashin' stuff in my house (more refined people call it "remodeling"), refinishing furniture, building stuff, writing poetry/prose/songs, cooking, gettin' my hands dirty, traveling...oh, and checkin' out live bands...
I also like playing Twister. This is a game that went horribly wrong. Me, Mick, Jen, Penny and Andrew at Gullifty's, June 24, 2006. I think my leg was up over the chair next to Mick, my foot was under Andrew's back, and I'm not completely sure whose hand is on top of mine.
I've already been fortunate to meet some very talented and cool people, but I would love to meet Shaun Morgan of Seether...
...(I dig scary sexy guys) or a really nice, sweet guy with long hair and a great smile and a quirky sense of humor, who maybe rides a motorcycle and is a little rough around the edges, who walks with attitude, is no stranger to the tattoo parlor, might have something pierced, takes care of his own, is appreciative of small things...somebody who looks like he'd be right at home in a biker bar, but I could take him to church and not think twice about it. Somebody who could grab a guitar and jump on stage and rock your socks off, but who puts his napkin on his lap when he eats. He'd have to accept my independence, cuz I believe I can do pretty much whatever a man can do AND give birth
What kind of guy am I attracted to physically/appearance? Think Criss Angel, Dave Navarro, Bo Bice, Tommy Lee, Bret Michaels, Shawn Michaels, and Shaun Morgan all rolled into one! Hey, I shoot for the top! I'm not into the traditional model-like good looks; you can be attractive and yet not fit into that cookie-cutter image.
the obligatory "my ideal mate" spiel:
if you are artistic...
if you are musically inclined...
if you thrive on affection and enjoy being spoiled...
if you are honest...and can REALLY flirt...
if you love animals...
if you like taking and looking at photographs...
if you have faults and overlook mine...
if you believe pure unselfish love exists...
if you don't mind public displays of affection...
if you can have fun no matter how stupid you look...
if you can need me as much as i need you...
if looking into someone's eyes does it for ya...
if laughing in bed is a priority...
if you have a beautiful spirit and a colorful past...
if warm skin is one of your favorite scents...
if you believe in hug therapy...
if you think laughter really IS the best medicine...
if you have long hair i can walk barefoot through...
if you are at least my height, no age restrictions...
stop reading, find me, we could be beautiful together, for a moment - or more.
You Are Scary
You even scare scary people sometimes! How scary are you?
How scary am I? Me at the local mausoleum...
...and for a leisurely walk among the dearly departed.
I LOVE gothic, ethereal music, new rock, hard rock, metal, some funk, classic rock, ballads, southern rock, 80s rock, anything that makes me FEEL.
I adore Amy Lee from Evanescence - saw them at an outdoor venue in Virginia this past summer with Seether and Breaking Benjamin. The sunset was to my left, the navy shipyard to my right, and a full moon behind me. It was EXCELLENT. Saw Evanescence again on October 10, 2006, and managed to say hello to Bryan for a whole twenty seconds. Saw them AGAIN on April 2 and again, said hello to Bryan for twenty seconds, maybe 21....
My friend, Chris, from Smokin Gunnz and the ever popular Felix the Cat shirt.
Chris again...managed to introduce him to a photographer I know who took this great shot.
Canto 6 - wow, these guys are HOT! They are the whole package! Check them out on my friends list...
Canto 6...amazing...
Some bands I dig: Seether
Breaking Benjamin
Coheed and Cambria
Staind
The Cult
Finger Eleven
12 Stones
Edwin McCain
Jann Arden
Pearl Jam
Three Doors Down
ELO
The Eagles
...hold on...my cats are licking each other in the window and it's toying with my attention deficit disorder....
ok, I like old Metallica
Sarah MchLachlan
Alannis Morisette
Indigo Girls
Natasha Beddingfield
The Fly's - Josh is in a new band now called Living In Exile...good stuff
Gene Loves Jezebel
Velvet Revolver
Nickelback
Sammy Hagar
old Whitesnake
Poison
James Blunt
Tommy Conwell and the Young Rumblers
Disturbed
BulletBoys
Cinderella
Motley Crue
Papa Roach
Silverchair
BLS
LA Guns
Cockfight
Enuff Z'Nuff
Danny Elfman
Lita Ford
Candlebox
Most 80's rock
soooo many more, hard to list them all.
...locally:
Smokin Gunnz
Asking Andy
Yada Yada Yada
Rise Phoenix Rise
Gravel
Point Blank
Emily's Toybox
Shoot The Moon
Leadfoot
Poptart Monkeys
Me and James Balogach from PTM.
Bo Bice, Hollywood CA, April, 2005.
Check out the bands on my friends list. They are all incredible.
"87 Days" Marq Torien - my absolute favorite song in the entire world. Thanks, Marq.
MY FAVORITE MOVIES: Red Dragon, Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal, The Doors Movie (Val Kilmer as Jim Morrison?! Scoop me up a big old plate of THAT!), The Count Of Monte Cristo...many others...
MY FAVORITE MOVIE QUOTE: Chevy Chase as Clark W. Griswold in National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, "I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane, with all the other rich people, and I want him brought right here with a big ribbon on his head. And, I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no good, rotten, floor-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed, sack of monkey sh** he is! Hallelujah! Holly Sh**! Where's the Tylenol?"
ER! I talk about the characters like they're my next door neighbors...
lots of stuff on TLC; Trauma: Life In The ER, Trading Spaces, Design on a Dime, Dog the Bounty Hunter, Moving Up, House, Gene Simmons Family Jewels, all sorts of home improvement shows...
for the chuckle factor, Frazier, Roseanne, Will and Grace, Friends...
and for the really big laughs, Whose Line Is It Anyway....makes me giggle til I pee....
I love medical suspense novels, horror that is tastefully done, Silence of the Lambs, Malice, Hannibal, Red Dragon, The Great and Secret Show and other Clive Barker stuff cuz he's twisted, The Cradle Will Fall, Primal Fear, and anything that makes me lay wide eyed in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin, afraid to sleep....but I also like poetry! My favorite poem....
After A While...Veronica A Shoffstall
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul.
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
and you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn,
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
This is one of mine...
Content
Careful ceremonial nocturnal arrangement
of acrylic and rayon adjacent.
Touching reminds me how you felt
beneath me.
Within it I am within you feeling
comfort, warmth and
something I said I never wished to be.
Proximity inevitable, a novelty anticipated.
Too good to be true, and then it wasn't.
Humbled, gathering myself unblinking
less than arms length away
near enough to touch fingers to lips.
An apparition, preliminary
embrace, then floating in your wake
gently dropping plates of armor.
Before you, a vessel
cracked and worn
but carefully polished, and you
looked inside.
Taken furtively, and then lifted
with both hands,
eyes wide, with lips parted
you drank me in
and swallowed.
and another of mine...
Act IV Scene III
Sweet slumber, as languidly my heart
lies next to me in his hand.
He is afforded the luxury of sleep.
He has nothing to lose
and I gain only the opportunity
to speak to him, to say the things
I couldn't say to open eyes
or conscious mind.
As he drifts,
his silence means concentration,
attention,
courtesy,
rather than indifference.
He doesn't have to listen,
as long as he hears me,
as long as I can whisper in his dreams,
void of rational thought.
A hollow spirit crusades
through fog and blackness
for something to hold;
blind hands outstretched,
fingers begging for contact,
reaching into nothing,
praying for creation,
something from emptiness,
substance from a vaccum.
A full, beating, healthy heart
can be constructed of warm breath,
of kisses and promises,
common things, touch, memory
but you can't build a heart
from body parts.
Trampling his intentions,
his reasons, numbered, I can crush
with a boot or a breath
here in that place
of unconditional trust.
In times of waking
I was convenience,
coincidence,
last resorts,
like the final teammate adopted by default.
But here, between the sane and the surreal,
one more opportunity for
a captive audience
and I am author, actor, director
of a play, pointless
yet cathartic
and this, my last curtain call
of the ultimate encore
is a performance
different from the rest.
The dialogue will end.
The last word, my own.
Imaginary applause as the curtain falls
but this time, the novelty of
this finale is,
as the house lights go on
and his eyes adjust
he may notice something missing
. Not just an empty stage
where someone special once stood
but where once slept
that heart of mine.
At his side now
an empty hand
and far away,
a slow door closes, as in a dream,
the faint sound of farewell.
Nobody is perfect. I don't idolize anyone. I do have a lot of respect for my grandmother, a very strong woman. She was independent, outspoken in a polite way, loving, generous, kind, wise beyond what you could learn in school, poised, proper, emotional, full of tradition, and tolerant.