SapiophilesApply

Lifelong creative working in several mediums: drums, photography, digital art and design, writing, film-making, sculpture, music production, etc. Well-heeled, well-read, and well-hung, I'm street-smart, bed-smart, art-smart, and a smart-ass. I've got good taste and I taste good. Attentive, considerate, fun, funny, generous, but... Am I evil? Yes, I am. I'm a man (I'm so bad I should be in detention!).

Raised by sailors, I use the entire language. I am anything but politically correct, not a joiner, not a robot, not a log, but am genuinely authentic and aware that the majority of people are pretenders and sleepwalkers. I would rather regret things I've done than to regret things I haven't done. I'm medium-rare. There are few like me.

I understand fully the different natures of men and women. I feel that when a woman has a strong man behind her, the sky is the limit for her. A man being a man and a woman being a woman, when in natural concert, are more than the sum of their parts and can do great things together. I am a watcher and a protector, not afraid of a fight, and deeply loyal. I'm also several hundred years old. Damned vampires.

I'm looking for a partner in crime with whom to take the world by storm, electrical or maybe tropical. I'm a dog, there's no doubt -- but I'm a pretty good one, and my dog is teaching me unconditional love and pissing on tires. I can converse with just about anyone on just about any subject, and know the utensils of a fine-dining setting. I like dive-bars and poker, and prefer heart and guts to virtuosity. I abhor thieves, and reify handiwork.

I hitchhiked with very little for twenty-plus years, I studied tantric sex under God Almighty himself and got a B+, and I possess a tactile sensitivity unsurpassed in human history. Plus I can lick my eyebrows and breathe through my ears.

Bukowski is my favorite, but here is Cummings:

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

edward estlin cummings