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IC Name: Jude_the_Obscene Joined: 13 Dec 2008 Last visit: 58 days ago Sex/gender: Male Location: HD (Huddersfield), UK Age: 37

(Stepping out with someone, as they say in the 1950's. Not actively ruling anything out, but not exactly putting in much effort to look either. And I suck at checking IC anyway. And at keeping up with people I'm already talking to. Actually, I just suck generally. Why are you considering writing to me? Are you some kind of fucking masochi... oh, yeah, right).

Currently considering whether to write all my profile in four line stanzas. On one hand, it would be kinda amusing. On the other, it's the kind of thing Neil Gaiman would do.

You'll notice I've written a fair bit here. That reflects the kind of memos I write. Which, in turn, reflects how I talk in conversation. To put it another way, I'm incredibly verbose. If words confuzzle or scare you, step away from the wordy man.

I'm looking for dreamers, artists, utopians, visionaries. Those who are more interested in journeys than destinations. For Maenads.

I live my life according to a fantasy novel. Gor? Don't be fucking stupid. I like to pretend I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox.

My entire life has been based round the internal turmoil of not being able to decide whether I'd rather be a dodgy streetpunk or a Victorian rake. I seem to have dealt with it by turning into Raffles the Gentleman Thug.

I'm a terrible intellectual elitist, with a danger of crossing the line into intellectual bullying in a bad mood. I should probably be ashamed of this, but my natural arrogance and skill at self-justification carries me through. I'm the worst kind of geek, the countercultural geek. You know the type, we're the ones who argue at great length about how comics are a valid literary art form, make vague references to The Spectacle whenever the opportunity arises and have long passionate debates about whether Alan Moore would pwn Grant Morrison in a magical duel.

If you're familiar with the "Five Geek Social Fallacies", I'm a YFYP carrier.

I'm also really grumpy about spelling and grammar. And don't even get me started on fucking text speak. I will tolerate memos written entirely in proper 1337. But only if you're William Gibson. Or possibly if, assuming I'm in a good mood, you can provide photographic evidence of the fact you're writing the memo while wearing mirrorshades.

None of that last paragraph counts if you manage to pass it off as hipster irony. (See my previous use of "pwn"). I'll forgive pretty much anything if you can pass it off as ironic. Apart from listening to bloody Kula Shaker. There are limits.

I put the "fun" into "dysfunctional".

At this point, you might fairly ask if I'm serious or joking. And I'd answer "yes". And then I'd scoff at your false dichotomies. And move onto the next paragraph.

I should possibly write something at least vaguely BDSM relationshipy here. Relationships with me have been described as "intense without being serious". That's probably pretty accurate. As it's a good one-line summary of my personality. I also once got told by a friend that I was much like "being friends with a hurricane". That's possibly the most awesome compliment I've ever received.

While I dabble in light S&M/bondage, my primary interest lies in the more mental aspects. And I'm rather fond of the theatrical. It's my view that BDSM (and indeed life in general) is improved with a dash of high camp.

I'm all about playing with reality and spinning webs of pretty illusions. I define as a post-chaote. If you have even the foggiest concept what that might mean, I'm grudgingly impressed. (Unless I already know you. That doesn't count).

I'm non-mono. Although I try not to be a dick about it. In particular, I don't expect someone new to non-monogamy to throw themselves in at the deep end. Or do so without support. While I'm aware of the issues surrounding defining myself by what I'm not, as opposed to what I am, it's the easiest solution I've found. Because I'm not really an ethical slut per se. I have no problem with the concept, but casual sex for its own sex isn't of interest to me personally. It's the whole 'intense' issue coming in again. On the other hand, I'm not really polyamorous either. Partly because I lean a bit too far towards the "let's sleep together because we both want to" concept. And partly because I don't put up lists of "relationship rules" on my fridge. With a tasteful parrot fridge magnet. And I have absolutely no interest in the mating habits of fucking Bonobo chimps.

Actually, I have little idea what specifically I'm looking for. (Is that obvious?) That would require me to be able to grasp the concept of "future", which has never been my strong point.

I dislike a lot of people. But the ones I do like I like a hell of a lot. Shades of grey are for "math rock" fans.

I don't promise a reply. In return, I promise not to whine about how "rude" you are if you don't reply to me. It's not like you know me or anything.

I miss the profile parody of me that used to be on here. It made me feel like I was famous and that.

Believe it or not, I'm a lot more mellow then I used to be.

Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur.

Eye colour: Blue   Hair colour: Blue   Height: 5ft 11in   Weight: 11st   BMI: 21.3  

This profile was last updated on 18 Apr 11, 5:01 AM.

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