I'm not the type to wear make-up. I'm into photography, though I lack the models. And writing, though I lack the push most days to write. Along with those two, there tends to usually be a list of boy-ish things I like to do. Nothing too terribly special. I enjoy long walks on the beach (when the sea is raging and the winds are harsh) and watching the sun set (after doing nothing fulfilling all day and perhaps high on something herbal). I was born with a high level of sarcasm that made the doctors wince and smack me twice instead of just once. It now runs in my veins just as commonly as blood.
I came by to leave a comment. Your photography is splendid, and I enjoy watching and talking with you.
( you only had two comments on here, so I'd thought I would help that along too.)
"To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries.
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese.
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo.
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou.
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion.
Creation, vacation.
Mucho masturbation.
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new.
To Sontag.
To Sondheim.
To anything taboo.
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage.
Lenny Bruce.
Langston Hughes.
To the stage." - La Vie Boheme