There is a minimal selection of things that make me feel alive. They include music, a paintbrush in my hand, a blank canvas. A strong hand wrapped around the nape of my neck and the other on the small of my back. I have a thing for strong hands, a fetish if you will.
I have been involved in this lifestyle for over twenty-five years and I've learned a lot. But, I am wise enough to know that there are things I can still learn every day.
I will never have a ton of friends. I’m not that type of person. But the friends I do have I cherish very much. I am quiet most of the time. My sense of humor is very dry and on occasion, sarcastic. I love to laugh, though.
I love vinyl albums. Music is my Savior. It's been here for me when nothing else has
I’m not cynical or bitter I'm just too tired to talk about things that don’t matter. I've reached the age where I value my time more and more. I don't mind small talk, but, what I really love is people with some depth that bring something to the table. So we can talk about something that rings my bell. Especially art, music, and dare I say literature and poetry?.
I love to create. I am an artist. The world doesn’t have enough beauty. I don’t want to pretend I’m not smart and capable and passionate about things. I am.
I don’t entirely know who I am, but I’m very close to finding out.
~M