- Things I am looking for in a person are:
Hold my hand while we wander down rail road tracks looking for critter bones for jewelry
Break into the neighborhood tennis courts with me so we don’t disturb the ants when we lay down to look at the stars
Make it a tradition to find and listen to a new foreign band of different genres each month and discuss it like Oprah’s Book Club
Allow me to break down and cry. Often. You needn’t hold me, just watch and hold on as I unravel.
We could be together until our bodies bring forth flowers and tall grasses and I will still never want to live with you, but I will live beside you.
Let me ask you asinine questions for answers I will surely forget just so I may ask again.
Make up stories for me out of lists of nouns that I give you.
As Momus once said,
”I want you, and I want you to want me to want you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to need me to need you
That’s just me
So take me or leave me
But please don’t need me
Don’t need me to need you to need me
Cos we’re here one minute, the next we’re dead
So love me and leave me
But try not to need me
I want you, but I don’t need you.”
It’s okay, we can totally use my disabilities as a way to get on the roller coasters quicker. But only if you sing with me instead of scream.
Let me wrap my arms around your waist and rest my head against any part of you that’s closest. I’ll even settle for the back of your arm and elbow.
In fact, allow my arms around you wherever we’re at. Okay, maybe not at a Hibachi restaurant, but everywhere else.
Kiss me. In all sorts of ways at any given time for no specific reason. But make sure you’re good at it before your lips touch mine ’cause kissing is one of my favorite things to do. And oh, I’m the one who gets to bite the bottom lip, okay?
Sex? On an Ace dating site? Blasphemy, I know, but I’m a gray ace and member of the BDSM society. I need a Dom who can whisper absolute filth in my ear while watching comedies revolving around real world politics. Sex is optional.
I’m covered in ink and metal and I plan on accruing more. You needn’t have any of this on your finest human suit, but don’t judge me on how I decorate mine.
I’m an atheist annnnnnnd I own a lot of blasphemous clothing that never ceases to amuse me. My ”Satan Loves You” shirt is a crowd favorite.
All this talk of blasphemy reminds me; My favorite bands are Ghost and Dir en Grey. If you don’t like them that’s fine, but there’s dish soap waiting for your tongue if you diss them. I hear it’s that nasty lemon scented kind, too.
Cover my eyes during the syrup chugging scene in Super Troopers.
I don’t require much attention nor will I be able to give you too much attention. I’m like a cactus. Water me once a week and I’m set.
And to end this section, I am disabled. I will write more about this in my about me when I get the chance. All I ask is for you to stroke my hair, hum ”Unchained Melody” to me, and give me your understanding. And I realize, just as you should, that sometimes your understanding will be hard to give. There will be times that not only can you not give it, you won’t give it. I’ll get angry and hurt, of course, but time will elapse and we will meet face to face once more, more grounded this time around, and life will go on as it does and we will know peace once more and we can get back to the things on this list and then some,
- About me
My name is Savana but most call me Savi. I’m a gray ace. I’m going to make this quick and dirty like rabbit feet; I am disabled, both physically and mentally. I have a feeding tube…I may or may not call it my cyborg port. My health is a trainwreck and we’d be here all day if I were to type everything out. If you have questions, however, please. Feel free to ask. I want people to ask. The more people know, the less stigma is applied to that topic. Intent means everything to me, so as long as you’re not intentionally trying to upset me then feel free to ask anything.
Even though I’m disabled I refuse to accept it. Which usually leads to me doing something stupid or reckless then needing to be on bedrest for a few days as I stubbornly grumble to myself like a cranky old man who refuses to change his ways. But yeah.
I’ve been single for awhile and I loved it, but then I decided I was ready for romantic entanglements again. But I don’t feel desperate for a relationship. Whatever happens, happens.
I honestly never know what to put about myself so just ask what you want to know and I’ll tell you. I’m basically an open book. A sci-fi romance novel open book. (That was my way of telling you I’m pretty awesome whilst retaining the metaphor of an open book being the physical manifestation of the inner workings of my mind. ) (No, but seriously. You should message me if you have any ponderings. Especially if it’s a unique one. I like being made to think and analyze my answer before releasing it into the world.)
For those that are not full members, just shoot me a message on Facebook messenger. My name is Savana Annaluna Donner.
I look forward to talking to you splendid creatures.
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