61 [M4F] - Kentucky/Anywhere - Inspire me, damn it!
In this iteration I'm looking for a younger woman, say 30-45, who's experienced, intelligent, engaging, and a bit intense. Bisexual and/or bipolar are optional pluses; mental and even physical scars are probably required. Visible scars and piercings usually mean you're trying too hard, as does dressing & acting all sexy & seductive. And makeup is usually a turn-off, except sometimes blatant red lipstick has the right associations. And I don't really care how women dress as long as they don't look like cartoon characters who stepped out of Vogue or something. You yourself should be enough.
As for me, I'm not suave, or charming, or witty, and I'm not interested in trying to impress anybody with anything. The only selfies I've managed to take lately come out fucking hideous or just plain depressing. (I take much better photos of other people, I've even got an actual "analog" camera I bought from a pawn shop in 1993.) I'm in okay shape for a man my age in my ZIP code, which ain't saying much; "if I'd known I was going to live this long I'd have taken better care of myself." So you'll probably be glad to know I'm not very interested in sex, two antidepressants take the edge off that urge, but you might be disappointed to know I'm pretty much a pauper. You'll have to find a sugar daddy and/or husband elsewhere.
Which you'd be welcome to do: I was never much good at normal typical relationships (insert " " where they seem to fit), monogamy felt too restricting until I just aged out of fucking around, and for over half my life I've felt sorry for anybody who wanted to be monogamous with me. That last thing really matters, because it puts too much pressure on me: I do what I do so you get what you get, to put it bluntly, so if somebody else can do what I can't or won't that's fine with me. It's been over 30 years since I gave a damn where else a woman goes. Go have fun and then come back, or get around to me when you feel like it, whatever. When it comes down to it I could be perfectly happy with the right married lesbian, for example. What matters to me is loyalty, not fidelity. (And you can pretty much take it for granted I won't be fucking anybody else: at my age I'd have to try too hard, and it's been years since I've felt like bothering at all.)
What I am looking for is a friend, an ally, a confidant, a comrade in arms... A partner in crime for honor among thieves. (There's got to be a less cliched way to put that but whatever.) Someone who's easy to look at, usually easy to be around, who can make me want to know her and who's up to knowing me. This is one reason I want somebody with a history: it's only in the past few years that I haven't been having one myself. Normal people with normal lives bore the hell out of me, and I generally tend to scare them or at least make them uneasy. I'm not a serial killer or anything, at least not in real life, but for most people out there I might as well be. "Yea though I walk through Uncanny Valley..."
Oh. By the way.
Trump is a total buffoon who's got to be somebody's puppet, there are no leftist politicians in the Democratic Party, and (to quote my then 17 year old niece) most people aren't smart enough for anarchy.
I've got no idea why there's something rather than nothing, for all I know there might be a Creator involved, but the God of Abraham is such a total bastard I'm glad that's all fiction. In general that kind of faith is somehow beneath me.
What's wrong with genocide is that it's mass murder, not that it focuses on any particular kind of people: there is no race, religion, or whatever that's more special than any other.
People who'd beg the court for life without parole instead of execution should be put out of their stupid pathetic misery.
It's not that life is nothing but pain, but forcing existence on another human being is frankly immoral.
You get the idea? And that's just what I tell the world that hasn't met me yet. Put it this way: in my troubled youth people who worked in the mental institutions they put me in usually accused me of trying to shock people with my "controversial" statements, they just could not accept that as far as I'm concerned I'm just talking basic common sense. I might be "emotionally unbalanced," I've already confessed to taking two antidepressants, but there's nothing crazy about my opinions or my general take on life. I'd rather die a lonely miserable death than suffer fools at all. And sometimes it seems like the world is full of nothing but.
Now. To compound what might rule out responding 99.4% of the bare handful of people who've even made it this far: don't bother me if you can't step up. I'm comfortable with this getting no answers at all, and if anybody does answer it'd be okay if we try but just don't click. The only people I've known who I might imagine addressing this to either died years ago or just plain gave up. (And that they're not with me now is my own stupid fault.)
Okay? Okay.
("Here kitty kitty!")
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