Lovetastic: dating for gay men who believe in love

Ooh! Polished purple prose! Nothing in the world is quite as enjoyable to write and quite as unbearable to read. I'll take the case!

I'm a cynic trapped in a romantic's body (or is it the other way around)? I'm an endlessly optimistic fellow, albeit with a rather twisted, perhaps even sinister, bent. To manipulate a quote from one of my favorite authors: the world, like family, both sucks and rules. I take a certain comfort in things more eternal than our stay on this very insignificant and yet most significant little planet, and if you have an impulse to point out the logical fallacy of "more eternal," then clearly we should have coffee sometime. I believe that all things have their place under heaven, even if I sometimes think mine will have padded walls. I believe my ceiling should be covered in something. Preferably something soft and fuzzy, in a nice shade of blue.

Every now and again, I have a keen wit. This doubles the threat range of my verbal repartee, not to stack with improved critical, and if you have even a remote idea what that means, you're as big a dork as I am. I find that nothing to be ashamed of - we, ultimately, make the world go round.

I don't handle things that come out of left field very well - my first instinct is to panic, which usually results in my whacking it with a long, hard object. This happens both physically and metaphorically. I'm told I'm a creative individual, which I take to mean I can piece together incongruous ideas in a modestly novel way. I like to speculate about what isn't real, thereby offering insight into what is by way of comparison. I'm extremely non-confrontational, so don't yell at me, dammit!

In another life, I could well have been a megalomaniac dictator, and all my subjects would be forced to endure the humiliation of wearing froofy underwear for my personal amusement. Unless they like that sort of thing, at which point they will wear plain, boring underwear. Bwahaha! Mine is an evil laugh. I miss the smell and the sound of autumn, the impending descent of winter in the air, and the way the wind sighs through restless leaves.

I wish for someone who is a good conversationalist, who can make me laugh, and who is willing to see the merits in both sides of an argument. Who believes that making another person smile is a good thing, who appreciates the necessity of occasional solitude, and whose mind is broad as the horizon. I wish for someone who is not afraid to point out cliches like "broad as the horizon." It'd be nice if he were devilishly handsome as well and eminently huggable, but maybe that's demanding too much.

I'd dug up an accent aigu for the word "cliche," but it seems Lovetastic won't permit me to use it. I'm ever so slightly miffed about this.

I can curse in English, Mandarin Chinese, Greek, French, and Italian. Only a single word in the last three, however.

The standard ones involve zombie hordes of one type or another that are attempting to eat me. The more noteworthy ones usually involve my home or sanctuary being invaded by some grotesque mockery of humanity - something very Silent Hill-esque - while I make supremely ineffective efforts to ward it off.

I think trying to reduce life to a single word description is asinine at best. Why not ask me to select a single word that can circumscribe God or the universe, while you're at it?

Star Wars if I feel like something with a lot of action and explosions. Star Trek if I feel like something with a more philosophical / intellectual bent. No, I do not prefer apples to oranges, or vice versa.

No sir, and while the prospect is undoubtedly tantalizing, I don't think I'd ever care to.

No. Although calling workers in a large corporations "cogs" is kind of insulting, because I tend to think the work they do may be quite significant - particularly in the long run, I do not operate well in a straight-jacket environment. (Yay for run-on sentences!)

Rated in terms of edibility...probably a 7/10. In terms of whether or not you'd actually WANT to eat it...probably more like a 3.

With friends and booze. The presence of Firefly DVD's and Apples to Apples always improves the good time, however.

Yes. Call it a matter of faith. Something about the way I'm wired finds the idea that we exist, and then we don't forever, fundamentally wrong and utterly repugnant. I don't believe we'll necessarily experience or perceive things the way we do now - such an existence may well be quite incomprehensible to the living, but I still think we go on in some way. Since there's no proof either way, I choose to rely on my faith in this matter.

Jim Butcher is one of my new favorite authors - I have a crush on Harry Dresden. By extension, I love Laurell K. Hamilton as well. David Eddings is a classic favorite of mine, as are Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. Neil Geiman, Clive Barker, and Stephen King. Edgar Allan Poe, of course. I've read one Philip Pullman novel, and will get more if I summon up the courage to see just how much I owe in library fines. Wish me luck, and if I don't come back you take this ship and you come rescue me. David Auburn is arguably my favorite playwright - "Proof" is an amazing play. John Patrick Shanley as well, and Naomi Wallace. I also love Tom Stoppard. Oh, and Grant Morrison...who is not a playwright, but I love him anyway.

Yes, these are authors rather than books, but it's a fair bet anything they've written would go on my favorite books list.

Breaking Benjamin and Linkin Park are two of my staples. The Black Mages and Evanescence are two others. I'm obsessed with Phantom of the Opera, and I find the Wicked soundtrack quite catchy. Nobuo Uematsu is my favorite composer ever! Otherwise, I listen to stuff ranging from Metallica to Soul Asylum to Beethoven to the Castlevania Soundtrack.

In no particular order:

American Psycho, Crash, Moulin Rouge, Serenity, Event Horizon, Night of the Living Dead, Nightmare on Elm Street series, Friday the Thirteenth series (even that god-awful Jason X), Scream trilogy, Star Wars trilogy, Star Trek: First Contact, Last of the Mohicans, Little Miss Sunshine, Silent Hill, Ring / Ringu, The Grudge / Ju-On, The House on Haunted Hill (1999), The Fly (1986 - this one still creeps me out so badly it's hard to watch), Batman, Batman Returns

I am a huge, huge fan of horror, sci-fi, and fantasy movies. Consequently, I have a MUCH higher tolerance for bad movies in those three genres than in any other. Horror in particular. I think I've only seen one or two horror movies that were so bad I just couldn't go on watching for fear of my mental health.

Dali and Picasso

All good things come to an end, and all bad things as well. Then they begin again. Such is life.

Everyone has something they're meant to be doing, that they're eminently suited for, and that's eminently suited for them. It's just a matter of finding it.

Everything will be okay.

I love to create stories. Craft a small world, whether in writing, art, or theatre, and make it meaningful.