Tired of both boringly nice goodie-goodies and menacing lunatics trying
to pass off their pathologies as "sexy"? I'm the happy medium: a
straddler of the mysterious edge where bliss and struggle overlap, where
the difference between light and dark just ain't that simple. I feel too
deeply to pretend that every question has a correct answer. I cry too
easily and love too much. And you? Are you smart enough to be guided
by your sacred dreams of transgression? Are you free enough to
surrender over and over again to the waters of life? If you've got the
courage, I've got the secrets. I'll be your wild-eyed, smart-mouthed,
spread-eagled muse if you'll be mine.
I am feisty and intensely playful, but shy at first. Please be patient enough to coax me out of my shell. Then be brave, because once the genie is out of the bottle, she may bowl you over. Please be easy going enough that a day doing absolutely nothing would not be a waste of time, but a decadent and luxurious treat. But also be motivated enough to want to get out and have adventures! In search of a true friend. Someone not afraid to be himself. Someone not afraid to be challenged to be his best self. Someone who knows the difference between the voice of his ego and that of his heart, and in whom those two do not constantly struggle for supremacy, but collaborate.