I live in Portland, Oregon, having fled from the heat and generally intolerable culture of Texas. I have issues with doubling up letters. I have a weakness for stompy boots and wool coats, as well as BDSM and pretty pierced girls. When exhausted, my thought processes become mercurial and/or non-Euclidean. I love to write, but am terrible at actually sitting down and doing it. There is a plan in the works to finalize a sleeve design based on Dante's Inferno (grand plans being subject to what happens between now and some starry future). I'm in an open relationship, which equates to an availability of "potentially yes" and an exclusivity rating of "absolutely not." I have an unhealthy love of the Cthulu mythos. I bound gleefully between antisocial and the quintessential social butterfly, usually depending on whether I have a good book on hand. I've often remarked that I would kick a nun brutally in exchange for a dirty martini and some good sushi.If you want something less disjointed, you know the necessary protocols.
