I know that I’ll say a lot of words here, but I also want to find the right match.
(So, fuck impatience and the tolerance for only social media sound bites. Oh, such a horrible thing to endure from a person whom (most of you) are looking at with the prospect of spending the rest of your life with. So, fuck you if you no likeeeeee.)
I am about art, and the art of living life. I want to make my life a work of art. I’m failing utterly in some ways, but at least I’m trying.
INTJ. So I’m about knowing, logic, and mastery.
In a similar vein, I am about understanding the world, and experiencing it. I’m not about money and bizness; I’m not about making them $$$.
That said, I’ve never lived in my mom’s (or my dad’s) basement. And I now make more money than the vast majority of all the people I’ve directly known or spent much time with. (So, y’all oughta be psyched about me! … Except, it did take me a while to get here, so I’m still recovering from being poor and trying to live my earlier life as a human being, not as a money-making machine, and trying to figure out how to get past the despair and requirements and inevitability of modern “living”. So, alas, I can’t support all your weekend brunches in Paris yet. 🙁 )
Also, I cook. I love good food. Eating and supporting good food is important to me. Supporting the local economy and keeping that money flowing for all of us and developing and maintaining local food sources is more important than saving them $$$ — far more important than getting some cheap-ass corporate plastic food-goo and sweet-tasting fill-fiber.
I put in a lot of effort to keep myself in shape. And that applies not just now that I’m getting “old” and “suddenly” realizing that choices earlier in life have consequences. I’ve always had the foresight to put in the effort to maintain my health for the dividends it pays down the road.
So, in kind, I appreciate if you’re likewise exerting a lot of effort to maintain physical integrity and capability. And, I am sorry if having your bad boy baby daddy’s baby “ruined” your body, but that’s not my problem. It’s not my problem for exactly the same reason that you probably don’t care that my life wasn’t handed to me and didn’t get sorted out perfectly until after my 20s or 30s. So, I’m a worthless loser who didn’t get a family all squared away by my 30s, and didn’t achieve ultimate mega-millionaire bizness success to fund all your weekend brunches in Paris and New York. And I likewise don’t give a shit that your body was “ruined” for the sake of another man’s children. So, get yourself in shape if you expect mega-millionaire support and business dominance and absolute globe-trotting/hanging-out-every-weekend-on-the-lake freedom out of me.
I love the outdoors, and love exploring the world. I love animals — most all the animals, even the ones that don’t have cute, fuzzy faces. I love just plain ol’ the grand array of all life. Magnificent and fascinating. But, I do also love media, culture, art, technique — the creations of the inner world and imagination and necessities of humankind.
Got my own religion, and if I can keep motivated, you’ll soon be hearing about it, as a refreshing, coherent, updated alternative to the slip-shod, tired, outdated Murican KKKristianity — something true to the real world and built directly from what we now know about it and our own selves. (Not that the Bible doesn’t contain a lot of accumulated wisdom and stories of a small portion of historical humankind; but what a horrible, jumbled thing to try and selectively piece and assemble a worldview and morality together from. And we just simply know a lot more about the world now, and what matters and what is fucking irrelevant, if not straight-up untrue.)
What else?
For where I live, this should be my people here, but … holy fuck!
- I’m not about fishing or hunting (though those are good things to know and be capable of; but we live in a financial/tech/service economy, so I have to spend my time endlessly learning more about that shit in order to be relevant and get myself somewhere other than stuck and vulnerable to the endlessly greedy landlords of the world).
- Nor am I about big trucks, big beards, the big game, and big guns. (Though I am about being capable of defending myself, ourselves.)
So, the half of you all are welcome to your “confident”, overbearing, big-bearded man-boys who piss all over the toilet, never cook or do the dishes, and call you bitches and hoes and sluts.
Good luck with that, and all your idiotic, ignorant complaining about it. (“Oh, but you love him so much!!! <3 <3 <3”)
- I also have little affinity with Trump voters.
(I actually would if you all got your heads out of your nationalist, propaganda-loving, belligerently arrogant and tribal asses; and if you quit thinking that sucking the dicks of the rich for a little trickle-down gold and giving them complete tax exemption was going to save you from “socialist tyranny”. (Clue: you’re heading yourself right into the worst kinds of tyranny, now that there’s no more “free” land and resources to steal easily from someone else or to escape from the landed, titled elites onto. You’re in for a very rude awakening about why your ancestors were so psyched to get that reprieve, and why that enabled them to create this government on new ideals that you’re now throwing away for the sake of some “cheap” eggs and imperial “greatness”. But then, you all are all about falling in line with your precious alpha leaders and raiding the next tribe over just so you can have some military “greatness” and use their resources first. So I don’t know why I’m still talking; I’m not going to convince any of you primitive apes.)
So there’s goes that 2/3 of the possibilities here, in what should otherwise be a pretty sensible part of the world. But, I’m not all about driving a big, belligerent arms-race, resource-guzzling mega truck either — so I know I’m already roadkill in that segment’s eyes.
As for the remainder:
- I no longer have any sympathy with the extreme overreaction that has become the extremist “liberal”, ultra-leftist “feminism”. No thanks. I’ve learned better. I’m done assisting your equally belligerent new system of bias and prejudice and overreactionary/hypochondriac-driven female “supremacy”. Great job ruining what should have been a right and acceptable cause (including rights for LGBTQIAXYZ+++) by pushing the needle all the way to the other possible extreme.
- Also, please keep pushing your story of “white men ruined the world and created patriarchy and slavery”, while you completely unironically espouse this worldview in a country formed around the philosophical principles of individual freedom derived by white men (almost entirely), a country created by them (regardless of all the faults and problems inherent in the actions of that creation at that time). Please keep pushing this story of female superiority that only came about because of ideals of freedom and human equality initiated by white men. (And, further frosting on the cake, depending if you want to believe the story, the push for your feminism came about mainly because of the endless greed of male capitalists for more workers. Tasty!)
And, yet, for all that and all the horrible privilege I have and that I am enacting on you, you still, for some indiscernible reason, don’t choose to live in China, Japan, Korea, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Turkey, Mexico … anywhere in Africa? For all the horrible oppression of the white man and his patriarchy, you still don’t choose to live among the vaunted cultures of the oh-so-superior dark-skinned non-whites. Do you choose to pursue solely the men of those cultures? Aren’t you impressed by how they treat women?
Good luck sorting out ending “patriarchy” while you solely pursue “confident” men who will go on confidently doing whatever they do no matter how much you complain about it; while you only pursue dominant, decisive providers and performers, who single-mindedly pursue only what they want and only their own ambitions no matter how much you want them to pay attention to you and stick around and do dishes and take out the garbage; while you have all those bad boys’ babies (or none at all, if you decided that being a lesbian is the way to punish the “patriarchy” — even though homosexuality is an in-born trait (confused face); and even though producing no children to directly pass your culture and ideals on to is going to compete really well with all the religious right’s prodigious procreation and assertion of their family values onto their family). Good luck with all that, with never examining your own equal responsibility in driving and propagating the “patriarchy” of domineering, selfish men.
But it’s all my fault, and the fault of all my privilege! Yes.
Anyway.
Any questions? Want to know something about me?
Ask! I’m pretty laid back and easy-going, (mostly) responsible and motivated, and (mostly) non-judgmental given all the above. (I mean, I’ve got my opinions and irritations and hopes and dreams and desires just like the rest of us.) (And you’re a grown-ass adult, and a free, capable, independent, equal woman who can drive conversations and exert a little effort, too.)
Well, lastly (sorry, can’t help it):
If you have any impatience or intolerance of anything less than pure, unadulterated manliness and “masculinity”, and aren’t the burning picture of heart-pumping, blood-rising, ultimate feminine sexuality and submissiveness yourself, then just keep on walking.
(i.e. If you can’t tolerate anything less than the perfectly suggestive, funny haha opener, and the perfectly planned and coordinated date pulled telepathically straight from your mind and executed with ultimate effort just for you on our first ever meeting, and if you demand perfect communication in exactly no more words than you want to tolerate dealing with, and demand my life be all in perfect order while you get to be a “crazy chaotic forgetful mess, haha”, then … grow the fuck up. I’m not going to deal with you any more than you’ll deign to deal with me.)