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Although I appreciate a wide range of personality types and perspectives ... I require a base level of mutual respect and honesty in order to be around someone long term. ?Having said that, I appreciate sarcasm and a badass in general and I take no mess in return (unless otherwise specified individually with someone). ?I relate heavily to those who have experienced profound pain and who have retained compassion, as well as those who genuinely utilize both logic and emotional awareness.
I am particularly interested in interacting with either intellectually evolved or creative people who have an accurate view of themselves in relation to others ...
people who do not take pleasure in damaging others in a way that will not eventually benefit them
people who both are inspired and inspire interesting or powerful things in others
people who consider the intuitive or intellectual advancement of society something they are willing to work toward (either in just their experiences, or through the arts or personal or social activism) whether or not they have a pessimistic view of it's success overall
people who delegate a substantial amount of priority toward their ethics
I'm proficient at facilitating the growth of others by wielding symbolism in the infliction of embarrassment, instruction etc. ?... the nurturing aspects of interpersonal warfare ... the tailoring of experience toward profound or simplistic self-realization/breakthrough ... sincere psychological energy work via conversation, body language, carnal sexual encounter and sexual, interpersonal or artistic hedonism and some other shit.
None of the categories available describes me well; I find that even switch is a term that confines another's sense of me and that anything I could be described as along those lines would be inaccurate. ?I have a full and engaged appreciation for both domination and subordination but I end up being alpha in my social interaction either way (this doesn't much seem to inhibit my capacity for participating in power exchange as a sub).
I'm a visual artist, an experimental musician and a social activist. ?5' 10" 220lbs (I got here through weight-training, so I'm height weight proportionate).
I believe in love at first sight. Having said that ... there are few things so romantic as when a girl farts during sex. Particularly when it isn?t butt sex.
I am here to make friends.
I am classy and warm.
I?ve constructed an action figure of my penis made of rice.
Ikea?s website takes forever to walk yourself through.
I sometimes think that people can be thoughtless ... or not thoughtful.
Send me a picture of your butthole and don?t forget to be disease free.
you are ... a promiscuous panther
please be honest about your drugs
no cheaters or monks
I like people who take what they are offered.
please have a dildo
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i am clean and smell like a doll
I have dick bibs if you need or would like one.
If you wear a hat make sure it's a good one.
There is an unmistakable air of civility about my person. I really only practice love with the pretentious. So I am sensually interested in people with no scruples. Dead-beat fathers with poor complexions. Tweakers. Shabby knuckle-draggers who look like models in their photos. People who find sarcasm tired and unnecessary. Those who think it is a pathetic compensation.
Oh and only men. And only young men. Actually only boys. ... and only those who are not human. Only creatures. Only young male animals.
Let me be specific: only ferrets.
Only young boy ferrets with no ethics.
Please be under the age of 8 ... I am not looking for a daddy figure.
(i can tell a whole lot about your soul, what you ate this week and the delicacy with which you choose your acquaintances by a close up of your bent over ass and onion)
You better have a fucking eating disorder if you message me.
I'm so fat and you need to be thinner than you are.
Movies make me cry.
Squeeze my sack; I like to avoid confrontation.
My ass is firm enough that you can crack a pineapple over it. And that pineapple will then have spiritual properties.
I am primal.
I like to walk around on the beach when it?s dark and hit clubs. I?m not changing my life ... I?m changing yours by participating in a city rampant with people who hit clubs.
I am just looking for a couple. I want to fall in love. Maybe you are the one.
My husband and I enjoy fun times with other men.
I am too relaxed about sex and I love your experience. I am a lady in the sheets and a freak in the streets.
I love being outdoors. Write me about a sex topic.
I am very open minded and I enjoy dinning.
I am kinky and enjoy staying away from bars ...fulfill my fantasy.
I like to be half naked in a remote wilderness spot or under a waterfall and no DRAMA.
I have gingivitis and I want to meet new people for chat.
THE GOVERNMENT IS POISONING YOUR FOOD!
... Behold the sacrament of dirty children and headband tales. Rat tails of music and pants. I have seen too much and I daily benchpress the weight of the young. Theirs is a lesser weight than the weight of the old ... and when nourished properly they get as grand as planets and as loose as the country of promising. This generation owes the last and will raisen to that challenge. You will not be let down by the young anymore so than you have let them down yet to their knowledge. They have made a promise in return to gladden your sad striving thrust. They make a glory noise unto the whole of heaven for you. They have promised to hold you close and report your joy to the higher ups. You have known of loyalty ... you have read of it in books. But now is the era for the loyalingist of loyals ... the deviation from uniforms and ceiling swings ... a spirits cold spank reminds you of the long forgotten and misplaced. The misused. The miswashed and supple among men and lessons. Young men ... you have much to bare. There are brothers in need of love and clothing. There are some who sleep in the spunk of society ... waiting for the burning of your energy and currency. Change is always necessary ... except when a bill is passed around and secrets are shared from the whispering vagrant law pushers of the street. Well I am a pusher of pushers!!! I push more than laws and drugs!! I push the pushing of pushers!! I am a pusher's push ... delicate in my methoding and light of finger ... a pusher's soft push. We're almost there ... keep breathing in the wisdoms of MINDBIRTH but know with your own wisdom and no one else's ever unless you are allowed ... that there is a price. There is much to endure with such a beautiful gap being slowly opened and struck with the slick of seekers. Even Nazi's grew callus to my loving touch and they had more to loose than the poor. Life is difficult. People are difficult and present difficulties. Things get heavy. There are many challenges and what one person holds up and pushes forward that is so hard for me ... and my beauty, may not get hard for you. Everyone has challenges for other people. But you are exceptionally powerful and I suspect that what I have that is so very hard ... for you ... will probably also feel hard to me. Reading this isn't easy. But reading anything isn't easy. Unless you have been taught to be a reader. Really? YES. You read it hadn't you? With your own batting eyes?
Some people I know about have said to me behind my back that this shit is corny. But I use corny shit for breakfast like it's my tool. Firm and without even a slip in my step; I am the boldening boot maker of myths ... and of gatherings ... a party surveyor in gold shimmer and smooth. The smoothening of a perverted age told to sit and refusing the police in shorts of brilliant. There will be some like me ... in the past. But because I am sensitive to need ... there will always be a place for the dumb in the wake i leave ... a dumb wakening. If held close to the chest my intellect will simmer at the bosom like bread in the mouth of the truest truckers for soul poverty. Poverty is freedom. Trucking is freedom. The poor truckers know too much like I do. In freedom there comfortably sits the stains of contentment. This freedom will not let you end it ... for it takes more than you have ever had ... to make freedom stop.
Like consuming bean salad in public, earthly freedom has limits. And some suffer some. Some contain the pain of a strong spiritual underchaffing. I used to like older women ... but i was much younger then. I now understand why people like me. For the same reason they like old women. Except ... I do not look that way. Why would I? I am myself and I have no desire to be anyone else or an old woman. I have traveled a tender path and seen much. I have gathered personality traits and I have had old women deep inside of me. The feminine spirit is rife with bounce and nature cares for us all the way she cares for the dead and the suffering. Some say the 80s music is blaring and the lights are too bright ... but I boldly suggest in such trying circumstance; excuse me madam can you turn your bottom end up? I am exuberant and nothing will sit or stand between me and her bass. As long as her system is honest and I am protected by a sheath of masculinity. I have it on authority that both sexes win.
But women need protection too. Equality is a huge measurement. Women are strapped to their own comfort and made to eat cakes. But it is almost time for a movement and just like the great feminist leaders of the past (except with a large penis) if I had your bra I would burn it and stuff it the trash and stomp on it and spit at god's devil. The system is phallic and men's positions are dangerous. Well groomed or not. Still; everyone expresses themselves in their fashion and I guess getting taken away in a cop car is LIKE a mustache ride. Or even like a party (to the seeker of soughts). I am not unique. No one is unique ... because that wouldn't be fair and life is for loving the loved. Not for loving the unloved amongst the loved of this world. No one deserves more money than me ... or different education or superior unfair treatment. There are no programs or classes for special people. There is no one better than me and as awesome as people think they are to get by; it is obvious these days that everyone is the same as special people. And even special people are all the same. They are not always deviant.
Innovation is for the bored. I only see what has already been seen. Because there are no special people in that department of seers. Men are ignorant and women don't scare me. We are all one and I am old lady on the INSIDE. Punch me in the stomach go ahead real hard. I like girls ... I am not afraid of your punishment. Being in trouble is like nervously soaking in the puddle of opportunity. The well groomed have a magic show. And there is no level of punishment that you could cause me ... that I haven't already caused myself by hanging out with stupid people.
Understanding the crossroads of inner fearstrike and wonderment isn't about domination. It's not about being better than someone else and only an ancient metaphysical seeker knows that. I know that no one is better than me. You see, a seeker recognizes impossibility and kindnesses. I wouldn't be you if I was you. No one likes to be alone in social situations ... because then you wouldn't be alone and that isn't what you want in social situations
because
thinking isn't knowing what you are thinking.
If you understand then you don't know about it yet.
The purity of spiritual understanding. Of seekerage. It is not in what is done or what is seen. Real thoughts are from refraining, from silent thought. It is in what a seer doesn't see ... that he sees. The washing of the brain. It's in the notes mother wisdom DOESN'T care about that makes her song so loud. A true seeker needs to see little. I am so clear I see nothing. I swear on god's life. I don't need thoughts. When people ask me what I think of myself; I think ... "think nothing of yourself. ... You are a seeker of knowledges."
People are always thinking and what has it gotten third world countries? That isn't impressive. People think too much and they forget who they are. Thinking very little of your self builds a superior state of being humble. And that is what I have payed for and earned.
I'm much more humble than you. I don't even want to talk about it.
I am the humblest of humbles. Humble ... I have become it. In fact I AM humble. I am humble in action. It's what I do. I am a humbler. I do more. I am so humble it's contagious ... and for those without ... I humble others. And I do so without thoughts. For what should I really think about it? ... what YOU think about it? That wouldn't be humble ... it would be theft. And I am about honesty.
I teach like mustaches do.
Casually.
You are what you eat ... and what you eat ... is what you excrete.
I have been empty soon
but the hole of my glory puckers for your wandering.
wandering...?
you are a seeker ...
beholden your bounty of perk ... jostled into daylight by the confetti soaked amore of your tightening.
There is day in this night you call a home house ... a door to the refrigerator of light that does not extinguish when closed with food inside. You are hungry for more ... more than most people ... more than the impoverished voters in Nigeria and Kansas. Your little dog is a boat ... licking the waters of ancient hope waves to dance as the clothed do ... in packs of three, wettening the lips of decay and stomach upset. Do your dance SHAMENer. Do the hustle ... the big legged hustle of yore and times ago when women wore hats of ivory and men used animals.
snicker at the world but don't bogart that joy-ment
As long as it's humble and taught ... like me ... I will be there.
I've been watching this modern world.
it has taken it's tollbooth on me.
care for other ones ...
your lover your banker your judge
your room mate is the room mate of light and birds. a bird feeder.
let the feeder laugh ... you are done and need to move on to the next level. throw up near him ... it is his POWER.
for i love you
and them
the birds.
it's all for the birds.
two in my mouth is better than one in your bush.
their addiction to flight and menthols keeps them vacuuming.
they clean from divinity ... they are god's sucker.
high
five 5
you want to attend my bootleg showings of day late UFC that I mini project onto my abs on Thursdays at the Kent Planned Parenthood location (after-hours), at the Federal Way Community Financial Aid and Truck Fix on Sundays at midnight, at Fifes Central Rec and Bowl on Tuesdays at 3 pm and (I'm really excited about this new venue) at the North Kitsap Fish and Counseling Annex "Build your wi." on every third Wednesday at 7:12 AM(free sack of potato muffins breached bi-monthly and at every viewing)
god is the devil
I am pretty, fast, calm, pale, tough, pigs, and and and and and and if you could shut the fuck up for a minute maybe I could eat some glass or a turd and we could ALL be interested (or a glass turd).
birds and bonnets
the absence of beef
I am terrible at everything I do. I have failed at everything I've even tried. Everyone intimidates me, I'm scared to express myself in any form, I lose babies when it's important not to, I've lost every street fight I've ever been in, I only cum a teaspoon and I generally miss, but I make huge ape like noises when it happens, I put the toilet paper on backwards (both), I take books back on time, I tell jokes and no one laughs, I open chip bags and they explode all over people who didn't want to be around me in the first place, I've gotten naked with a girl, oiled her up, layed her down, run and jumped but slid over her and flown across the room into a lamp, I fart from my mouth and burp from my butt.
But I do love your style.
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