6' 1", 190 lbs, single, monogamous, downtown. Kidfree, once again plantfree after a recent wilt in the family (RIP Bobby Bok Choy, you must hate me) and free of cat responsibility though not cats. I run a cool online business and have enough spare time to make somebody a priority. People say my weird fiction is terrifying, my sauerkraut's the best they've ever had, the flat spot on top of my skull is something I'm exaggerating for attention, and sometimes that my voice is hot.
I like thrift stores, diy, charcoal denim, Moomins, walkmans, doom metal, dim sum, hallucinatorily sad country-folk songs, and late night conversations on fire escapes. Haven't smoked in seven hundred days and change, but the brown liquor's still doing me friendly. Never sure if I'm more Calvin or Hobbes, probably a switch. More into philosophy than politics, more into making than consumption. If I like you, I'll want to fix your computer and read you stories in bed.
In search of someone comfortably strange for cuddling at shows and testing recipes. Looking for a relationship, not just to hook up, not weave endless conversation loops. No poly, please; nobody with kids, pretty please; nobody who thinks waging culture war is a sane hobby, pretty please with sugar on top and a cherry. Usually I crush on thoughtful artsy types who aren't very grown up. Let's hold hands and stare directly at the sun.
PS. I'm only into queen-size girls. Like, rolls and a belly. I don't mean to objectify anybody but it's how my brain works. So many babes have asked me for clarification on this point that I feel like I should publish a scatterplot or something. (Someone said pie chart, which made me laugh, but that's a terrible way to organize that data. Something something belle curve. Funnel cake plot.)
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