as people know…women are not my thing…life accident…or
modern interpretation of population control…who knows…my perfect
person…life long friend…isn’t necessarily a representation of
what i want…’cuz what i want i can never have…and i accept
this…but, someone who respects themselves as much as i can myself
is a plus…if you see what you actually are opposed as to what
society can make you…that is an achievement of its own…color and
formation are a formality that we thrive upon but, doesn’t prescribe
to our being…so, that being said, doesn’t matter…achievements
based on academia i look upon as a improvement but, only if you feel
that this is something worth a damn…otherwise, you are not true to
your prospects…an opposite to myself tends to stick out…i like a
person who can challenge me in many ways…sex is a basic but, not in
a literal sense…passion is more resolved and satisfying…to feel
what a person has to explore is more of an eye catcher than what you
look like…passion, yeah that’s key…living and surviving is my
“perfect woman”…whether that is doing and being or breaking these
restraints, i accept…full on and no questions asked…unless
otherwise needed for my sake or theirs…perfection will always be
but, never achieved…and so, my perfection is that…if anyone shall
take me up on this offer…then i grant them full access…and if we
accept am i going to quote mr. v himself…”so it goes,” and so it
shall be…and life shall continue with “perfection” itself…love ya
“perfect woman.”