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I am a straight male switch, very experienced, safe and sane.
I make toys, and treehouses to use them in.
I write poetry, I hike both mountains
and deserts. I love Bollywood romances like Chori Chori.
(Me toli toli Hindi samach ta'ho. -- I understand a little Hindi.)
I read history, science, theology, philosophy, poetry, & novels.
I listen to western classical and jazz and Indian ragas and some
rock music.
I cook and clean and I have been known to sew
beautiful outerwear leather corsets.
I chop trees, make firewood, heat the house
with wood and propane. Sometimes there is a lot of snow.
I do not do any drugs or alcohol.
Open to any kind of relationship that is not damaging to either party.
Definitely open to a serious long-term relationship.
And who are you?
Ah, women. Women are more beautiful than men. What is beauty?
Beauty is the shining forth of truth. Truth is the sway between
something and nothing at the heart of everything. Truth is what
shines forth every chance it gets: compassion, desire, awareness.
This is why old people can be so beautiful, and why children are always
beautiful, because they do not hold their truth back, having in
either case no fear of doing so. But beauty is cruel because truth is
cruel. It is cruel to remind people of how far they have fallen from
feeling, from being themselves, from being true. Hence the two
female positions in our play, dominant and submissive, are each
compassionate in their way. They acknowledge the severe pain which
everyone is already suffering and offer the only help humans can give.
Simone Weil said that to explain suffering is to console it, and that
therefore, suffering must never be explained. Charles Baudelaire
speaking to the island of Lesbos:
"Thy pardon is assured — even by the strange excess,
Luxurious isle, of thy long sterile rapture, still
Contriving some new freak or form of tenderness..."
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