MEMBER SINCE: May 2003

occupation: lifting bale

body mods: couple scars

crush: also stacked on every surface

makes me sad: Hopelessness

gets me hot: boxers

sign: SLOW adult home

i lost my virginity: Why don't you try the Brooklyn Navy Yard?

fantasy: And I'll dance with you in Vienna/I'll be wearing a rivers disguise/The hyacinth wild on my shoulder/my mouth on the dew of your thighs./And I'l bury my soul in a scrapbook,/with the photographs there and the moss./And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,/my cheap violin and my cross./And you'll carry me down on your dancing/to the pools that you lift on your wrist-

most humbling moment: Yeah, right.