Where I’m from: Baltimore, Maryland
Where I would like to live: In a small "village" containing my friends and family and cool people I've yet to meet
Favorite food: All forms of bread and cheese - mac and cheese, pizza, fettucine alfredo, grilled cheese sandwiches...
Religion: I think religion is a ridiculous, ritualized crock of shit
Sexual orientation: I like men. Also, women's boobies
Single/taken: Happily married, plus an online-only 'boyfriend'
Favorite book: Bridge to Terabithia, Flowers for Algernon, To Kill a Mockingbird, East of Eden
Favorite movie: Good Will Hunting, Stand By Me, Pleasantville
Favorite TV show: Shameless, Deadwood, early Roseanne, Duck Dynasty
Favorite color: Deep, dark red
If I have any pets: 2 dogs
What I’m listening to right now: Not a thing
What’s my ringtone: Random harsh music from the android fairy
What my name means: My real name means "angel." My tumblr name comes from a poem I wrote and it describes the ways in which people connect
Favorite superhero: I don't like superheroes
Celebrity crush: Paul Rudd, Leonardo DiCaprio, Jason Momoa, Joe Manganiello
Three-way or foursome?
So, my husband and I found out tonight that another couple we know are interested in three-ways - MMF for her and FFM for him. Could also consider a foursome. There’s a very real possibility we could do this with them. We’re going to see them again at two parties next month. Could make for an interesting October…
Mary, Mother of God, has no boobs
I spent an hour recently in a Catholic church and as always, regarded the building and the proceedings as a curiosity. The Catholic church is an oddity to me, maybe because of the rampant symbolism and ritualism, or maybe because I was brought up Protestant. Either way, as I absorbed my surroundings, I noticed that the statue of Mary had no boobs. Initially, I figured Mary’s flat chest...
Catching a breeze
I want to be outside, naked.
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for...– Gloria Naylor
One can’t have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want...– A. R. Ammons
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,...– “Duke Orsino” in “Twelfth Night” Act 1, scene 1, 1–3 by William Shakespeare (via ohwellpart1)
BEER (from: Love is A Mad Dog From Hell)
I don’t know how many bottles of beer I have consumed while waiting for things to get better I dont know how much wine and whisky and beer mostly beer I have consumed after splits with women- waiting for the phone to ring waiting for the sound of footsteps, and the phone to ring waiting for the sounds of footsteps, and the phone never rings until much later and the footsteps never arrive...
You ignore me Take all I bestow upon you And return exactly nothing Like an infant Selfish, fragile, base Don’t you know how special I am? According to one far superior, I am his beautiful angel His sweet, quirky everything Yet you see only yourself You don’t see my glow A feast of succulent fruit Untouched Why do I even want you?
I don't want to take a shower. I don't want to get...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Honesty is overrated.
Confessions are selfish.
Why do I doom myself to fail?
Today I dreamt about a menagerie of tiny animals. The elephants were the size of normal bunnies.