I am me. Open, educated, thoughtful, joker, sincere, sexual, intense, relaxed, attentive. I am spiritual of heart and philosophical of mind. I enjoy homemade food, stimulating conversations and intimacy. I write, draw, paint, do airbrush, sculpt and carve wood and clay, I build and repair stuff, I climb wood and rock, twirl a firestaff and practice martial arts. I designed my tatoos and each one tells a story that's deeper and more complex than you'd think. I love the outdoors, whether it is camping, hiking, biking or just taking a walk. I'm not here for any need of finding someone, but to have fun, and to let what happens happen. I'm approachable and curious and blunt honest and funny most of the time;) and interested in meeting most kinds of people, but I don't care much for bull, in that case it's better to click on next. Good travels to one and all _________________________________ I have no reason to see why I wouldn't want a to be friends, but I like a written invitation ;) _________________________________ I discovered the strangest thing last yesterday two months past the fourth of something Pop, it said just like that and then I knew things happen yes, they do I don’t quite understand the how to the why of the wondrous complexity of it but things happen and that’s the beauty these marks of coincidence and fate just that they do cuz in the possibility to plant a seed with thick clumsy fingers a little seed of goodnice that’s where the joyful stuff is at and everyone can join how odd, how used, how strangely reverberating, this almost forgotten cliché but it works, I’m telling you, it works and so I’m dancing, yes hopping funny peculiar feeling right at home because I can because things happen --- in the lipstick of your pain you drown and the moneymakers laugh watching your confused hopping dance as you plow through the mazes of the latest fashion magazine seeking happiness by a purse, looking for love in all the pretty faces fool fly, fool fly free just for a just moment, see those shackles they're air and you're free --- conviction now that’s the thing love even more so resolve evolve change grow expand choose that’s the trick just to do it now here now now now cuz one two three you’re done for did you do all you could? --- I had this dream you called me up said you were willing to fight for what you believe in and I smiled and we talked and talked and talked and agreed on almost everything then you said come be me now I’m hanging up the phone hoping you still fight --- I’ve sold my soul for a little more light I’ve undone myself a thousand times the darkness is clearer now I’ve followed the sweetness to pain I’ve uncovered the ecstasy and found myself in need and this is the life these are the choices answer me now me, where to go, what to do, who to be take this breath then the next the most peculiar of problems trying to figure out exactly how to feel --- my own slave. you do what you’re told, right on. you never rebel you never say no. you fight for my freedom oh yes you my little slave, you struggle to make me soar. and yes I can, you can find me here, lounging on the shoulders of my slave, my sweet one you, my c a r e t a k e r. but then lightning strikes; here it comes, it comes, splintering you splintering me. I want to scream, to dive in sweetest nothing and drown forever. but my mouth isn’t working and somehow I can’t seem to find down. Where are you my slave, what are you doing, why are you holding me up? My bitter slave, can I ever flee? Go slave, unmake me. and as the mirror shatters laughing horror shakes me, My slave is me. --- come, she said, give me your life your laughter and your tears bleed for me and I will show you the sky and she sung to him, tearing him down building him up and before his eyes the core reversed and the baffled mountain groaned as the lost laughed and the weeping w e p t outwards she sent him, go, see the fires that burn inwards she commanded, find now, the fountains of spirit and the balance flowed and the seasons changed as she chanted the equations of matters relations when finally the web was finished, etched burning across his scarred skin he sank to the ground but why, he asked, does the popsicle glow at night? why, tell me, is the wrong right, and the right w r o n g ? and tell me why the knowledge of sorrow is the sweetest thing and tell me why the pain that soothes aches so terrible in me but she just looked at him for a long time, one eye golden, the other black as night and he stood there feeling a little dumb and oddly free to be ...