My dating style is along the lines of Vincent Van Gogh.
I don't share the values of my culture. I don't have the values of a
consumer. I dedicated my life to creating more than I consume, to
sacrifice.
I agree with William Blake that materialism is a cancer that gnaws the soul.
I don't just give this lip service, I practice it.
What turns me on is intelligent hands. Hands that can tell what's up, that can tell what's down.
Although I like to have fun and I appreciate the limbic, simian
levels of psychological conditioning used in some bdsm, I really crave
depth, as "depth answers to depth, in oceans and in personalities"
Charles Dickens wrote that.
I am quite convinced that life is an overlay of the sane mind
against the sick mind, so that whatever we can deal with at the time we
see and hear. I crave the level beneath.Oh and CM sux pretty hard, join me at fet_life sometime. Mmmmmmkay?
