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  • Fluent in English; learning French, Spanish
  • 36, Male
  • Member since 2005
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About Me


Trying to master the art of gyroball and the 5 second cherry stem knot tie


I'm pretty much a human chameleon, for the most part a vegetarian ham, though, I often feel like tight leather leggings lost in a Bourbon Street strip club. Some would say I'm the personification of a bitch slap/back massage combo at a 50% discount with exorbitantly high sales tax. I know Im slightly sentimental, more than slightly mental... and most definitely a sonofabeach but also a fire breathing, storm chasing, living.being.loving, titty twisting tweaker of a twat. If you take anything away from my profile please take away the alliteration: titty twisting tweaker of a twat. It is my gift to you. Moving onward... I really don't prefer to have any set way I see the world as my experience is constantly unfolding into the inevitability of bodily rigamortis and 4th dimensional post-life fire dancing with divinely illuminated fairies and leprechauns. Now as I depart to eat a lightly frosted cupcake and perform psychic surgery on my unremembered self, I leave you with these sentiments:

I am composed of the vernacular known as god, limitless with potential and limitlessly flawed. I walk myself up hills, slip on banana peels, return to my feet with a flute in E, make myself home in a kingdom of self constraints, then rebel. A famous author I know calls it, "living in hell". I smile for no reason, laugh underneath my breath, a deceiving site, for I cry behind the curtain from my heart being torn. Violet rays of light illuminate inner silence as I surf purple gong waves to heal from the violence. I wear a special shirt when I misbehave. Underneath my lies I'm naked and unafraid. I play myself like a game, and until the wisdom catches, I'll settle for being sane. I'm honest when its safe and passionate with my lies, self preservation comes at a price. The mask is my game. The past is my vice. Setting fire to the rules is my self abuse. Silence is my remedy. Addiction is my noose. Poetry is my charm. I am (followed by (any word here)) is my indulgence, the absorption of which has paid for not having the courage to walk my path. Though, looking back now, every moment just makes me laugh. I've grown to see the light and to sit in my own skin, opening up every moment excited for my life to newly begin. My word is a pen and the pages are everyone's hearts. From mine to theirs, the circle is complete with language in between, my mission... to read the sacred geometry, the vernacular known as god, but until then, laugh... for being so flawed.


And I belong to the offspring of stars, celestial movements producing gravity attaches me to the Earth in physicality through birth, like a priest sworn to church or a storm incarcerated to the troposphere. Reality is neither here nor there but only what you choose to declare as the who why what when and where that bears benefit more then consequence, there is no difference between defile or cleanse when determined by man made mandates manufactured to manage the minds of men, there is no difference between an inch and a mile or any given distance granted the offspring of stars is connected. Determining fact is precisely how reality is disrespected. There is no sure fact. Let choice be respected, conclusions be rejected, when voice is a young belly dancer amid a timid suburbanite crowd, it doesn’t need treatment like cancer, it needs to be spoken loud and proud and open, there is no such thing as outspoken or devotion to the wrong cause, when justifying cause is an effect of cause which effectively causes progress to be lost in right or wrong. That shit is the same old song that’s been playing too long. Nature determines the life span of Earth, what are we trying to save Earth from? Death befalls regardless. I believe it to be a moment of light, not darkness. This is not an end, merely the means to how I start this argument against arguing to convince those who contend that opinions are decisions based on facts that can not bend, underneath the absolute truth of god, how does a human being dictate which reality is flawed? When in fact the fact less matter of fact is a decision based on the minds of men, scripture is written in ink from pen, and then abbreviated translated and mandated to contaminate faith with an onslaught of sexism, bigotry, and hate, accounting for absence of our nature, where in this day is our intuitive state, accountability for absence of awareness, ascertaining axioms, authenticity, accuracy, asserting analysis against action, adaptability and answering aboriginal amenability as if this land was our fucking own, do you need it to come to a no fly zone, before you see your home transformed into a prison without trees that breathes smoke out from towers when it exhales will you cower underneath unlimited power that is showered down from a president who wears a crown and claims there are environmental benefits from acid rain. Will you react when the FACT is that nature has been slain? Will you disregard your pain for the sake of freedom?

.......and I belong to the offspring of stars, where particles bombard the Earth's face and scar in a place where freedom waits behind jail bars.

The keys' within our reach, within our hearts.

Believe in who we are meant to be.


Why I’m on Couchsurfing


I don't participate often, in fact, some would agree I am the least active couchsurfing ambassador on planet Earth. But, when I do participate, I do so on a large scale wearing elephant thongs and body paint. I enjoy bringing city groups together and then passing out on the floor of a subway station.


Montreal Gatherings, New Zealand collective, Rach, Rach, Rach! Kay in Hong Kong, Dave and Pearl, Diane showing up on my doorstep, the list is too long and my attention span is hungry for pharmaceutical treats.


I'm into poetry, the smell of cedar, hallucinogenic experiences, underwater photography, almost anything obscene, intoxicated people of Russian nationality, mountain hiking, shamanic journeys, yoga, spontaneous acts of leaving the country, spontaneous acts of leaving my body, spanky knick knacks and skanky paddy whacks, not so much paddy wagons, buddhism, titan triggerfish, midnight walks through rainforests, wild animals, near death experiences, homelessness, storytellers, old souls, beach parties, tree climbing, post modern philosophy chats with homosexual M.I.T graduates, southern baptist church services, nudity, conspiracy theories, realities coined as conspiracy theories, energy healing, sacred geometry, maps, Montreal, the everglades, the sonoran desert, the amazon basin, cliff jumping, volcanoes of any kind (preferably erupting), pornography, photography, insects, golden thoughts, germs, golden ratios, Kilauea, triathlons, robin hood like acts, Tungurahua, silence, poop chats, Tequila, Hitchiking, Cheap Diners, Poety on bathroom stalls, Getting high and reading road signs backwards, Thunderstorms/hurricanes/tornadoes, Slam Poetry floetry grow a tree, Fearlessness. Respect for experience. Storytellers. Appreciators. Old souls, lovers, haters, lessons appear in all shapes and sizes. It's OK to pull the emergency brake during a non-emergency. EMERGE. Cry in front of me. Boldness, black, white, rainbow. Inner light spectrum. Confessions, questions, I have few answers for your logical mind because it makes no sense to walk through the rain forest without food, water, or any source of light. I love you.

  • animals
  • insects
  • arts
  • writing
  • poetry
  • performing arts
  • photography
  • body art
  • dancing
  • causes
  • dining
  • vegetarian
  • yoga
  • partying
  • drinking
  • clubbing
  • flying
  • reading
  • painting
  • hiking
  • scuba diving
  • cliff jumping
  • buddhist
  • wrestling
  • rock climbing
  • cartography
  • beaches
  • mountains

Music, Movies, and Books

The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life and thievery Corporation, lately.

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

I have lived in one place for more than 6 consecutive months without leaving, amazing! Unheard of!

Teach, Learn, Share

I can show you how to breathe, well... the way a Buddhist monk may teach you, Anapanasati (mindfulness in breath), I can teach you how to Scuba Dive and how to wrestle certain aquatic life forms, how to cultivate power plants, play the native flute, have an acoustic bath, and win every time in a drinking contest. Would love to learn more about yoga, alchemy, myth, and anything obscure.

Countries I’ve Visited

Austria, Benin, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Burkina Faso, Canada, Croatia, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Ecuador, Egypt, Estonia, Ethiopia, Germany, Ghana, Hungary, Israel, Italy, Jordan, Libya, Mali, Mauritania, Mexico, Morocco, Netherlands, Nigeria, Panama, Poland, Romania, Russian Federation, Senegal, Slovakia, Togo, Tunisia, Turkey, Ukraine, United States

Countries I’ve Lived In

United States

Old School Badges

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