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| I enjoy tea, books (particularly dystopian or certain authors), films (particularly un-Hollywood, documentaries or superb shorts), music (particularly the muddle that my last.fm is), boots, languages, art (particularly Magritte, Dix or Man Ray), ambling adventures, philosophy, body art, experimental cooking, comics, carpentry, games, history, radio, obscure knowledge, the odd television series (particularly Chris Morris) and laughing about things one probably shouldn't laugh about. I don't watch reality television—that is my least favourite thing to do.
I want delirium by misadventure. I take delight from dreadful depravity in peacefully private and perilous public places. I like people regardless of their gender, which is handy and greedy. That isn't to say everyone who enjoys the bed-company of more than one gender is greedy, but I am. Made me a sandwich? Make me another.
I don't like pretentious roles, self-gratifying labels or the desperation to wave one's geek-dick all over the glory box—and for the love of Kate Bush, don't talk about yourself in the third person.
In this circle-jerking cave I'm closer to queer and a sadistic(ish) daddy than anything else. I like to hurt people in increasingly creative and horrible ways and I don't submit. Beyond that, who can say.
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