If you're like me, and for compatibility's sake I hope you are, then an experience shared is a greater experience. Movies, books, music, consumed by an intimate duo produce greater joy by order of magnitude: the validation of what you love being loved.

When the air gets crisp and is filled with the scent of burning leaves, to Halloween, Diwali, Thanksgiving, The onset of winter, the first snow, Christmas, and finally new year... we are in that time of year best experienced together. But if you are like me it's a time that inspires excruciating awareness of just how lonely being lonely-but-not-alone can be.

I'm looking for a surrogate partner to geek out with. Someone introspective, dedicated to self-improvement and emotional intelligence but in the proverbial (and dreaded) roommate situation.

I'm a big, burly, broad-shouldered, bald, bearded, bespectacled, blaspheming, bi-curious-curious bibliophile. A logophile, story-teller, illustrator, dungeon master, game-maker, inconsistent hyphenator, pun-lover, nerd, champion-of-the-serial-comma, and night owl. I’m progressive, pro-choice, pro-science, anti-fascist, and sex-positive. I'm left of Bernie, an atheist and ex-cultist, and a progressive.

I read, write, draw, rave about geeky things (seriously, I need someone open to impromptu Ted-talks about nerd shit). I'm very strong, love bad weather, weed, D&D, stale diner coffee at two in the morning, hippies, bohemians, and foreplay for its own sake, puns, nerdery, books, bookstores, movies-so-terrible-they're-wonderful, movies-that-are-actually-wonderful, bohemians, hippies, piercings, unnatural hair-colors, tattoos (designing my first as we speak), dorky bad-asses, geeks, art-lovers, gamers, dreamers, serial-comma-enthusiasts, and portmanteaus.

My kink is explicitly expressed consent and my limit is anything less than egalitarian parity.