When I was very young I wanted to be an astronaut. Then, after my cousin broke it to me that I'd forever lack the physical and mathematical prowess necessary to be selected for space travel, I considered anthropology, possibly espionage, and, soon after, rockstardom, followed by many other phases. I think I'm back to amateur astronautics. If I were a fetish freak, I'd be a fuzzy or a furry (I forget which is which).
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
If you're an ugly-cute non-yappy dog, I may already like you a lot. Viennese Actionists. Successful suicidals. Levitation instructors. Alexander Shulgin. Your mom!
