age: 42 (Sep 25, 1969)
MEMBER SINCE: October 2002
occupation: Chef/smartass
into: More then I'd list here
body mods: One on my chest... back peice in the works in the next month or so
stats: 5'11... 145#, since I was like 18
why i did sg: you are kidding right?
sign: Libra, aries moon
fantasy: Finding someone that will let me do all the sick fucking things in my head to them
i lost my virginity: In the back of a 1975 VW microbus
crush: blech to crushes, I want passion
gets me hot: A wicked grin from someone I care about
BLOGS
I posted this elsewhere, but as it is one of my favorites, I post it here as well
Music Master
You that love lovers,
This is your home. Welcome!
In the midst of making form, love
made this form that melts form,
with love for the door,
soul the vestibule.
Watch the dust grains moving
in the light near the window.
their dance is our dance.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we're all dancing to it nevertheless,
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insominias!
And the difference between them.
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity.
We are pain
and what cures pain, both.
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute,
so we can cry out with loving.
You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.
--- Rumi
Music Master
You that love lovers,
This is your home. Welcome!
In the midst of making form, love
made this form that melts form,
with love for the door,
soul the vestibule.
Watch the dust grains moving
in the light near the window.
their dance is our dance.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we're all dancing to it nevertheless,
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insominias!
And the difference between them.
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity.
We are pain
and what cures pain, both.
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
I want to hold you close like a lute,
so we can cry out with loving.
You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.
--- Rumi
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