I will probably panic when we are supposed to meet up, try to forget not to reply to you, be haunted by my social failure for days if not weeks, and then very apologetically apologize.
Do not message me if your only photo is of genitalia.
I will not kik or Snapchat you.
I probably unicornier and maybe also sluttier than most people? Probably not you, though.
"The tangential slash of her question shocked his mind into a higher awareness: 'Sand through a screen.' He nodded."
Herbert, Frank. Dune (p. 15). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
I'm fucking amazing none the less, pretty nihilistic, and philosophically a Stoic. Potentially a living nuclear device.
If you prejudge someone on their gender I think you're a bad person.
Want to learn to take pictures with me?
I'm have a beard sometimes and more in a mode of trying a bit of everything than committing to any specific play or style.