Um. Wow, this is going to take a while.
Well, see....I've known I was bi since I was 19. And though sex is very (let me reiterate, VERY) important to me, I don't like having sex with people that I don't feel emotionally connected to. Is icky. And I've tried enough times to know, most certainly, that it doesn't work for me. So, being bi has always been problematic. I tried resolving it in the past by having an open relationship--didn't like it. Then by connecting to one, a male or female for whom I deeply cared and then trying to work in a third, and it has always blown up in my face. Generally it goes like this: either I am with a girl who is lesbian and is disgusted by the prospect of having a man join us and the men who are available to us are typically chauvinistic boobs who believe that it will be all about them and the pre-teen fantasies they've been harboring since the first time they jacked off to their neighbor's father's stolen copy of Hustler. Ick. Or I'm with a guy whom I dig very much, but believes that I will be satisfied with any dumb as fuck pussy carrier with the body of a toothpick and personality to match (thin, void of nutrients, prone to splintering) and insists on trying to get it on with this wooden stick much to my total revulsion and resentment of them both. I'm picky. And for good reason.
I am not single. Happily, I've been adopted by a couple. And if I am ever single again, I think I will only date couples in the future b/c this is just so awesome.
My requirements:
1) Real caring. That means being emotionally available and forthright. Come on out and say what you want and need. Don't make me guess. And when I say I need your support, extend yourself. I like men and women who are honest, daring, and sensitive. Be vulnerable. It's a kind of strength in itself. And little gestures mean a lot. I make them often, don't expect any return other than in kind. Things like hugs, kisses, little love notes, foot rubs, cleaning up after oneself, checking in with "how are you doing?" and "how was your day?", complements (especially when conquering past bad habits), encouragement. Basically, I think that we are all like children all of our lives; it's just that when we become adults, we develop this ability to parent each other in the ways that perhaps our own were lacking. We never get too old for unconditional love, tough love, and just being there.
2) Intelligence. I don't mean just per the Stanford-Binet scale. I mean having a real lust for learning and the application of your newly acquired knowledge. The world is too intricate and amazing to be content with the little corner of it that you were born to. Explore, experience, adapt, adopt, and share.
3) Sex and sensuality. I am really big on touch, and smell, and taste, and the way you sound when I make you feel good. I like sex and plenty of it. Really, like everyday (even several times a day, or all day) if possible. It should be gooey, dangerous, and creative. I like pain, but not humiliation. Shame should be banished. Otherwise, let's see what we can make, shall we? I don't like girls that only pretend to like girls for the sake of getting the guys hot. I don't like fake orgasms. Really, why are you wasting my time? If you want something, ask me. I'm probably game. Oh, and anal is a must.
4) Some ability to cope with the real world. And a desire to do good in it. By this, I refer to a desire for community and an ability to negotiate the needs of the many with the desires of the one, an appreciation for others, a sense of responsibility and spirituality, however you want to define it, and a moral compass.
And now, I will conclude because I'm visiting my dad in Denver and it's time to see the Botanical Gardens. I could add more, but I'm really here to visit him, not type on-line. Bye!