Creative, sensual, contemplative, and somewhat shy (although I'm told when I crawl out of my hole I hide it well). Woke up in horror one day recently to find myself middle-aged. I seem to appear younger than what it says on my driver's license, and certainly feel and perceive the world through youthful eyes, and yet it suggests I'm now in my mid-forties. Exactly how that occurred, I have absolutely no idea. Time warp, or possibly just a horribly bad dream. Have traveled throughout Canada, and lived in several places across the country. Would love to travel much further, well beyond the borders. Currently in a 'transitional' period in my life, emotionally, mentally, and in terms of career; something that, once stated, seems to send women running. Understandable. Needless to say, I'm not looking for a complicated, or heavily 'involved' relationship these days, nor am I looking to be a stump in the woods. So, with a curious partner, I'd love to be able to explore the slippery bridges between sensuality, sexuality, intellectuality, and humour--if possible. I'm not looking to find universal answers, but simply to share in some enjoyable moments, and perhaps, as a bonus, experience a little placation from the torrential skin hunger that muddies scattered days. I studied fine art at college, and art history at university, and have numerous related, and unrelated interests. Of ongoing interest is the enculturation of identity, particularly gender identity and the interplay of consumerism, media and popular culture. Personally, although I find myself not 'into' guys--which I think is a bit tragic, as it could open up all kinds of avenues, I'm sure--I don't identify myself as 'straight,' or anything for that matter, as I hate the constraints of labels, don't believe that closing oneself off from possibilities is the answer to anything, and see practically all culturally prescribed behaviours as social abstractions. I perpetually feel on the rim of social norms, so feel most comfortable with like-minded folk, most of whom, now that I think about it, are friends who identify themselves as gay, lesbian, or bi (if you're into labels). That attraction has less to do with their sexual orientation and more to do with their mental openness. Despite that, although I adore my gay friends, for whatever reason, my mind and eyes always seem to gravitate to the female form. It's frustratingly bizarre. (Actually, its quite possible I was a lesbian in a previous life. A very recent one.)

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