into: Urban reconstructionism and modification (I love trying to build TVs and wireless net access stations into mannequins), art activism and performance,

makes me happy: Twizzlers. Oh wait, that's my mouth.

makes me sad: Violence. I'm a heavily armed, large, physically strong pacifist. Go figger.

5 things i can't live without: Mexican food, beautiful girls, music I can sing, my creative side and a metric fuckton of rum.

vices: Tea, sugar, the occasional hookah lounge water pipe, peanut butter pretzels, Warcrack, sex, spiced rum straight, firespinning, burners.

 

gender: male

occupation: Writer

current crush: Any girl with hips, lips, and a devilish smile.

stats: 6'6", 50-40-40

body mods: Two skin, four "artistically scarred" accidents from cycling, and lots of healed-over piercing holes

heroes: Just for one day.

gets me hot: Bite my ears. Or wear black panties.

favorite position: Legs over my left shoulder, me on top, at a 20 degree angle.

fantasy: House in Maui, surfboards, bisexual wife who cloned herself and justifies it on the theory that a cloned girl going down on herself is just a new form of masturbation.

sign: Scorpions dancing on crossed pens

most humbling moment: God starng at the stars in the desert, a fifth of rum in one hand and a girl without panties in the other, realizing that some people go through life never knowing what it truly means to live.

i lost my virginity: In a treehouse. Not kidding. Hippie chicks rock.