Age: 36
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the.soil.roars: go go gadget heart!
Non-Smoker with Athletic body type
Chicago, Indiana
32 year old Male, 6' 0" (183cm), Non-religious
Caucasian, Scorpio
the.soil.roars anything.
Professional Ruffian

I am Seeking a Man For Hang Out
Needs Test Not Completed Chemistry View his chemistry results
Do you drink? Often (>3times/week) Do you want children? Undecided/Open
Marital Status Single Do you do drugs? Socially
Hair Color Brown Eye Color Other
Do you have a car? Prefer Not To Say Do you have children? No
Longest Relationship
Pets No Pets  

About Me
I'm a spazzy, but dedicated guy very politely clawing his way toward a career in academia. Occasional outbursts of arcane terminology and intellectual flights of fancy come with the territory. I nurse a terminal fascination with languages that will probably be my undoing. I speak or read Latin, German, Japanese, Albanian, and Macedonian. Peripheral obsessions include anthropology, semiotics, history, cognitive science, economics, poetry, international relations, and post-modernist bashing. Fortunately I intend to get paid to keep learning, no matter how much bureaucracy-fu it takes. And if you're beginning to worry I'm an elitist jerk, let me also add that I gasm for cat pictures with really stupid captions. Like, um, alot.

If I could visit any point in time, I'd hitch a ride back to Berlin, 1989 and join the party as the Wall fell. I soundtrack indie rock to urban landscapes. I'm a former gymnast and a forever fidgeter. I mingle well at parties and make acquaintances easily, but only count a few as close friends. Autumn and Winter send me into reveries, Spring sends me into fits of loathing. My primary mode of transportation is suicidal traffic dodging by means of a sticker-covered bike named Caleb. I find fresh produce, carbs of any variety, and well-cooked meat in whatever international form they take to be delicious , but puddles of grease and laboratory additives not so much. You may notice I'm unusually fond of fingerless gloves.

Without descending into New Age idiocy, I try to choose happiness. Mother's a Japanese Buddhist, father's a Roman Catholic, and I'm All-American Agnostic. I'm gay, I'm out, and I have absolutely no fscking interest in fashion, home decoration, hair care, musicals, or Barbara Streisand, thanks. That goes ditto for your personal relationship with Jesus or whatever. I like my politics progressive, except when the progressives are being brainless.

Everything's going to hell, but we'll muddle through alright. Idiots abound, but human beings are more or less awesome. Cynical optimism keeps me fresh and fancy-free.

That's a good enough collection of unrelated and somewhat incoherent personal facts. If you'd like to know more, there's an Emo McEmopants livejournal for your perusal at

(pee ess it's not really that emo)

(pee pee ess i'm not a spelling fascist, but i ignore messages with excessive typos or abbreviations like 'u' for 'you.' be warned.)

Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
Let's be honest. I could put down a flowery description of some fantasy romance played out from the minute we meet, but actually first dates are awkward, tense, and often ambiguous. People have to get to know each other. So here's what I've actually done on prior first dates: generally I've met the guy at a restaurant or a coffee shop so we can first see how we hold up in conversation with each other. If the conversation isn't going well, we say goodbye there, no big deal. If it is, things after that can be a little looser. Maybe walk around the city a bit (I never tire of people watching in Chicago), maybe see a movie, maybe explore whatever street festivals or galleries or impromptu concerts we might run into. While it's unlikely to be the height of romance, a first date doesn't have to be rigidly planned either.

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