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Very experienced, but deeply aware of how much more there always is to learn. Interested in meeting others with like minds and interests.
Education is important to me, both in this aspect of my life and every other. It is, in my experience, the best way to facilitate communication and individual growth, and is profoundly developed and encouraged through interactions with others.
I look forward to using this forum to enable that kind of discourse and development.
-What I am looking for-
I want to develop a better understanding of this part of my being, the thoroughly dominant, very slightly sadistic side of me, that is only fully expressed through interactions with other people who understand and practice this behavioral set/lifestyle openly, honestly and honorably. People who have taken the time to develop this highly specialized self-knowledge. I want friends, councilors, teachers, students, and whatever else comes with that. I will be honest with each and every one of you who give me the gift of your companionship, and I will expect the same in return.
I will gladly trade photos with anyone that wishes to. Trade. That means you give and you get.
I look forward to knowing each of you who take the time to be known. I look forward to being known by those who put forth the effort.
"All I ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you."
-Leonard Cohen
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Spring constitutes an orgy of blooming and green things, striving
from every crevasse to remind passers-by that the ground beneath them
is still unsubdued by 400 years of human establishments, buildings,
roads, paving stones -- the swamp reasserts itself with explosions of
color and smell that you very nearly have to experience to believe.
Festival season is also in the spring, on the heels of Mardi Gras
season, so there is a a busyness to even this, the most laconic of
Southern towns. Jazzfest, the French Quarter festival, Crawfish
festivals.. it goes on and on and on.
Fall, on the other hand, is
reflective, cool and wet, a different experience of the city, to be
certain. As the waters of the Mississippi carry down the thermal energy
of states further north, there is a collision with the still-warm
waters of Pontchartrain and the Gulf, which creates rain, and great
dramatic banks of fog that cover the city. This is the most romantic
time to view the architecture, the mausoleums at Metairie Lake Lawn
cemetery, the live oaks up on Plantation Alley. While still plenty
boisterous, it is a season where things settle back into themselves in
New Orleans, and since 2005, a time for a good bit of grieving as well.
I love her in both seasons.
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The next month will be an interesting one, full of changes and challenges.
The season is turning back toward sleep, and I will stand, feet locked to the earth in the mountains of my youth, and watch it change.
I am learning and growing, more quickly than I thought would be possible after all this. I thought a little more of her would linger a little longer in the corners of my world, a little more of me in the corners of hers. But that's not always how the story goes.
And we have to choose to make our peace at some point. Loving doesn't mean you get to keep... Letting go is just another part of loving something well.
I look forward to cold and crisp autumn air, the sting of sleet, the wash of colors on the hillsides, the dusky and comforting smells that come from fallen leaves along the riverbed, walking with a beloved friend, remembering... remembering.
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| Age: 33 |
| DFW,
Texas |
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