I know that my friends could probably describe me in all kinds of detail and write books about me, but when it comes to me writing about myself suddenly there is this black hole where I can't think of the words.
I think how I see myself is definitely affected by the seasons and right now I'm firmly in my own winter with a desire to feel warmth and comfort. I love being the one who can be outside breathing in the cold, crisp air one minute and the next be in the warm and cosy space the next.
I'd like to think that I'm the kind of person who is open minded and who can be there for anyone when they need me. I try my best to treat others as they would like to be treated and feel most comfortable around others who are the same.
There is this little bit in me that can be a bit out there and a little bit crazy but then who doesn't? There is nothing wrong at all with having fun and letting it all go occasionally.
I'l put it out there that I am pansexual and if you can't deal with that then I'd be happy if you'd move on.
The rest is something you can find out when we talk...