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| Profile Info | |
|---|---|
| I am | FtM |
| Looking for | Femme |
| Your real name | Jet |
| Headline | Glourious Bastard |
| Desired Relationship | Friendship |
| My date of birth | 14-09-1956 |
| My match age | 20-101 |
| Social | |
| Occupation | See profile |
| Income | Ok, I'm VERY wealthy |
| Smoking | Never |
| Physical Features | |
| Height | 5'4"-5'7" (161-170cm) |
| Location | |
| Country | United States |
| ZIP/Postal code | 30306 |
| State, City | GA |
| Social | |
|---|---|
| Religion | Catholic, Christian, Jewish |
| Education | Some college, College Degree |
| Smoking | Never, Quit |
| Drinking | Socially |
| Physical Features | |
| Desirable Height | 5'0"-5'3" (151-160cm) |
| My Match's BodyType | Slim, About average |
| Essays | |
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| About myself |
I draw my values from the past, keep a creative eye on the future, and set myself apart from today with my personal views and policies. People who haven't the slightest idea who I am, say I'm a real hard ass. Not at all. I just don't mince words or run clockwise with the crowd. If you are open to rare views from a different vantage point, you will find honey in my old school jar. I don't care two shits to Saturday or give 10 cents for the culture, lifestyle or technology today. I would give 10 million bucks—if I had it—to have a 1944 Bakelite phone wired into the wall (somewhere in 1944) so I could hear a call loud and clear without it dropping for a change. Or to sit on the porch listening to Don Larsen pitch a no-hitter at a time when guys like Jackie Robinson broke the mold instead of listening to sports hype about overrated, overpaid assholes. I would give 10 million bucks for 10 minutes to be 10 years old playing in my grandmother's backyard while she visited with the neighbor over the fence before there were emails. Come to think of it, there was a Good Neighbor Policy of the United States back in the day. As it is... I am a senior designer, art director and copywriter who is digital-savvy. I freelance art and I draw disability from an accident that halted everything. Time to go back to work in advertising. While the city sleeps, I've been creative. Design mostly, but I have been working on fiction that I would like to publish as an eBook. I like American history, American film and theater, art, writing, dance, power lifting and cooking. I love music and I own collection that spans more than a century of mainstream genres. Toss in iconic composers and legendary artists who sang songs instead of "said" them (an excuse for not being able to sing worth a shit in my book), and songs—real songs—were about someone respectfully called your woman instead of your bitch...which brings be to say a few words about my match: |
| Match General Description |
I am FtM transsexual of the old guard—he, his, him. No hy, hys, hym, butch, stud, genderqueer, aggressive, stone, boi or any other spin-off. And to be real goddamn clear here, there's no "she" or woman about it. I am a het-hearted/minded glourious bastard (with an "a") undoing a semi-female body through transition. I am manly to the bone and to the liking of "transsensual" femmes: bio females who do not ID as lesbians and prefer het dynamics with a transman over a bio male. I am interested in friendship because I believe only fools rush in. A certain kind of woman moves my clocks and she deserves the time it takes to get to know her and love her for all she's worth. She is passionate, educated, feminine, attractive and traditional. And it would be priceless to have 10 minutes with her let alone a lifetime. She slow dances with this man to jazz or maybe old R&B when the dishes are done because his music moves her. And because there is nothing so romantic as to fall back in time—if even for a moment—when the sun shone differently, or back to a summer night making love while Smokey sang "...I'll take the stars and count 'em/and move a mountain/ and if that don't do/I'll try something new." I would like to fall crazy in love and be as content with a woman as a lazy Sunday afternoon drinking sassafras and moonshine. But for now, trust me when I say that friendship with me would be in your best interest and mine. I will share many things in the course of getting to know you. Music, art, creativity, writing—your life and mine—the days as the days flow and two people, as they may flow, making love on a rainy night in Georgia. Should I fall for you, I will do anything to have you "...and if at first I don't succeed/try again is what I'll do/always trying something else/always trying something new..." |
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