I am romantically interested in men and women, but sadly I was only allowed to list one here so I listed men, not because I am more interested in men, but because there seem to be more of you male types out there, so it seemed like a slightly better strategy. I'm flexable like that. Then I though, screw that, and changed it to women. I want someone who can feel what I feel and can see what I see. Why is it all so bittersweet and achingly beautiful? What are these luminous moments, why do they dissolve, why can't I capture them? Why do I feel so much love and beauty and pain all mashed together into an inseparable m? How can I make it into art so that A) I can draw those to me who understand and B) I can get it out of me and onto paper before it makes me explode? I am a hopeless romantic, and willing to take risks. I love without holding back, sometimes get my heart broken, always dust myself off and move on. I am nostalgic about pain, because it's so real, and when things are very real I become extremely excited. I remember the most painful days of my life with so much reverence....the colors, sensations, smells, words from those days are still so vivid, and I'm greatful for that. Pain is a tool I use to carve myself into something beautiful. At the core I am inseparable and infinate pain and beauty. I try to let every little thing become so unbelievably sensual that it overwhelms me: the way paper feels against my finger tips and how often I confuse it with skin, the color of fruit, how beautiful rust is on metal, the way my mint lip balm burns my mouth. I think life is probably overwhelming, we just don't let ourselves really feel it. I am a writer and an artist, and the two things that will always matter most of me are art and love. "I want someone who's not afraid of me Or anyone else In other words I want someone who's not Afraid of themself."