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Interests: Coffee/Curves/Jazz/Moonlight

Occupation: Teacher/Writer/Athlete/Geek

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» My Collection

Makes people look at me weird...
I collect knives, blades, etc. and unlike many such collectors, I collect not due to decorations, but as to how lethal, functional, and beautiful I find the blades. Obviously the handles and hilts must be well made and functional, and fit the overall appearance of the whole, but I could care less about them or the sheaths.

Then I try to convince people that I am actually a very calm, and peaceful person, and I find knives to be art. Deadly art, but art nonetheless...

I have well over two hundred of these things, at the sheer amount of sharpening gear I have is also quite scary, but I think it isvery Zen-Like to sharpen my deadly art, so...
(Wed 17th Jan 2007, 0:52, More)

» Picky Eaters

I love cheese on pizza, or Parmesan on pasta, or otherwise melted, if it is not an arse-cheese like Swiss, or Gruyere, or Blue, or Brie...

But, unless the cheese is a fresh cheese, like mozzarella, ricotta, cottage, or cream cheese, I will do just about anything to avoid eating it unmelted, unless politeness demands it, in which case I will attempt to swallow it hole, and wash it down with plenty of anything else on hand. (and then I fight valiantly to stop myself from puking for a while)

Apparently I have been this way since I was a baby, and the funny thing is, that I will eat just about anything else, and will try just about anything too, regardless of cuisine, or ingredients just about. I have eaten very exotic and strange foods in my life, and I don't have favourite foods, even though my favourite animal is steak. (Beef and/or Moose are best)

Still, because it is apparently sacrebleu to not eat cheese, food of the gods, etc, I am considered a picky eater.

Truth is, the texture of unmelted cheese triggers my gag reflex even on contact with my lips, let alone my mouth/throat/esophagus, and it has been so since I was a wee babe.

I once had a lover who refused to eat anything that had a mashed or sloppy consistency, be it purred soup, pudding, mashed potatoes, squash, whatever... in the end a lot of food types, and foods themselves were off her menu, but she ate cheese...

So I was still the picky eater, even though I have eaten brains, and crocodile, and blood, and whatever else in my life without even flinching and sometimes even enjoying it...
(Thu 1st Mar 2007, 19:46, More)

» My first experience of porn

I have four older brothers...
Hardto imagine what my first experience with porn was, eh? I think by the time I was fifteen I had seen more than most men see by the time they are 25...

Not that porn is the height of cinema, or photography, but by comparison to modern porn, (say anything made after about 1995) older porn was cinema. Today porn is to sex, what MacDonalds is to food, not even close to real, not very good at all, and quite unhealthy in large doses...

Go for old!
(Thu 25th Jan 2007, 19:23, More)

» Personal Hygiene

When I was a teenager
I belonged to a youth group, that had three brothers in it. Youngest, middle, oldest...

Every single one of them stank, and I mean, rank... but it seemed the older they got, the more in tune they were with the concept that it was not socially acceptable to smell. So, youngest would easily make a whole room stink, and eldest would only make his immediate vicinity smell.

Mainly, it was a smell of unwashed orifices, rancid sweat, and whatever they had eaten for the past month, combined with putrid skin oils and environmental factors.

One day, I had the misfortune of visiting them at their home, and a truth behind the smell came to light. Not only did they sleep fully clothed, but they only changed their clothes every so often, and the beds were bare of linens, and the bathroom was bare of even basic hygiene products, such as soap of any sort.

They were not poor, or stupid, and they were far too old to be the subject of some strange child abuse problem. I never did solve the mystery, and though we were friends, I think it is the only time in my life, where people have simply smelled so bad, that I have been unable to overcome it. And I have smelled homeless people who smelled of stale piss and booze, who smelled better...
(Fri 23rd Mar 2007, 19:10, More)

» Cross Dressing

If I put on a dress, I look like a dyke in a dress...



But if I work at it, I can pull it off... (the lesbian wearing a dress thing, not the dress itself)
(Thu 15th Mar 2007, 19:05, More)
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