Lightmeat, 41

I am mad. I see wolves and whales and running running screaming laughing skyward dropping impossibly high. But I'm soft as old sheets and fast as the post office. About as steady too.

Almost a characature am I, of manly achievements and delights. Ironic, for I was one of those children remaked upon for being unlike the other boys. Which was, to me, its own source of delight.

I have many homes and am well loved. Revered by some for feats that prove illusory upon close examination, but which last in their impact because young and old alike strive, against their deepest reason, to loose their incredulity like a canon on the deck of a ship, where it may careen overboard with minor provocation.

But my deepest pride lay in the works left undone. There are songs to be sung! Training to be trained! Love to be loved!

I am polyamorous, in deep, tempestuous love, and I want more. I want the highs, less of the lows, but tons of the gooey middle to roll around in. I take all comers and wish to learn from you. I talk like a normal dude in person, I swear.

But really, I'm a bit mad. And trying to prove it to myself that I'm loveable despite the madness. I play guitar like a mother----er. I know king fu. I dress like a cool rocker dude. I'm not proud of this stuff. I invented a chacter and gradually became this clown. But this clown brings joy sometimes. That's what they say.

Anyway, I'm looking for somethings honest, passionate and creative. There's more than one by default so be okay with that. But any relationship with me comes with magnificent insight, deep presence, powerful touch, and a stuffed whale named Baley. I would love to be in relationship to a bandmates. Counter-intuitive I know, but a long-standing fantasy of mine. I like psychedelic rock mostly. And Bruce Springsteen. I'm really white.

However, also a vehement anti-capitalist, anti-racist, intersectional femenist, and general advocate for revolution. I'll fight about it. Out of love.