Be nice. I think that’s most important.  I was a dick before, and it is really an awful thing. Everything else is secondary.

That said, I like a good set of brains, a wit that can outclass me, healthy cynicism, biting sarcasm delivered with charm, and a perspective on death that does not create/rely on a belief in supernatural beings.

Supporting the seizure of the means of production by the prolitariat is a big plus.

I am a former professor that now owns businesses which cause existential conflict because of my belief in an ideal society existing without the arrangements of economic exploitation it embroils me in. But hey, daddy’s gotta eat!

And feed the kid….  I have a daughter that is almost in her teens and kicks much ass.  We have done martial arts, gone rafting and played Axis and Allies together. (If you don’t know that game, google it!) I could never have imagined the intensity of love that one feels as a parent.

So an asexual with a kid?  Yup.  Pretty much.  I’m ”demi.” I gotta know you and like you before I feel any fire in the trousers. (Can I call them that, trousers?) I knew my wife of 13 years for months before we ever went on a date. Sometimes it is sooner, often times it is longer, but I find qualities sexy and attractive, not people. Not bodies, or parts, but quirks, habits, attitudes, performing differential equations, applying an analysis to common beliefs, that kind of stuff.

I eventually want to move to the South Pacific, but sadly, don’t think I’ll be able to because I have a genetic condition that leaves me beautiful, but fucked up on the inside, so I’ll probably have to stay in the states to be around doctors… unless I can get citizenship in a country with ”Socialized Medicine” as we call it in the Yankee Republic.

I think that is plenty for now, eh? Thanks for your time! Write me if I didn’t send you packing yet! I always try to make it interesting…