UndergroundMuse

Name is Jasna. I live in black and white, a world where no shades exist. Love it or hate it. Judge them or lick their ass. Like it or don't do it. Either liberal or fundamentalist. Fuck them or be fucked. I strive for perfection, hoping it won't kill me in some point. I'm led by complicated beliefs and strong attitude. I have more unusual habits than average man. I rarely lose temper. Most of the time I can't believe what I'm hearing or seeing - people just make me anxious. I'm not easily entertained. Laugh can be a luxury at times, so can tears. Under this cold facade there's is lots of hidden smoke and fire. Melancholy is my hobby, sarcasm is the only service I offer. I have a perfect life but I'm incapable to find it's true meaning. Or at least no meaning seemed satisfying so far. I don't need much to be happy - 4 walls, a book to read and to feel loved. I define myself as an partially asexual gay trapped in a body of a woman. I'm a sacred patient by choice, mentally allergic on flesh and colors, an impossible psychiatric case. I can't tell difference between conscious and sub-conscious any more. The only precious thing I have in my life is my husband's love. I only value how much people know - if there is something I can offer and learn something in return, I become a very loyal friend. Attention seekers are quickly discarded, I have no energy to waste. People are all about being subjects than initiators. Now you know why I barely have any friends, it's truly hard for me to interact. Philosophy and science are not challenging, going to supermarket is.Thanks for the reading.