It must be obvious... that there is a contradiction in wanting to be perfectly secure in a universe whose very nature is momentariness and fluidity. Alan Watts
Status: you just lost the game, bitches
Sex: male Age: 21 Location: Richmond,
Virginia, United States
Member since: May 14, 2008 Account: Free Account Status: In an open relationship Occupation: Professional Amateur
I am! Such a profound statement, and we don't even truly realize its meaning, most of us. I am! I exist, I am in a state of conscious awareness. It's rather amazing, don't you think? Well, let's start off with my name: Fea, and that is all I shall let it be know from here. My age, unimportant, but just to give a social idea of me, I will go ahead and disclose it: 18. My religion, hahaahah, anti-theistic. I am a Communist, but only in the sense of the personal compassion of giving, not in the sense of a political structure, or government system. I simply do not see the point in being stingy and letting people suffer. Might seem strange coming from an Atheist and a Hedonist, but it's true. I have love for my fellow human beings, and really, it's too long to go into here, so, read my journal, it's an entry way into my way of thinking. I do own slaves, one in particular. Her name is Alexa Ithil, and has come to be under my ownership since two thousand nine. She is the Lady of the House, and as such has president over all slaves of my household. She is the mistress of my house, and is in charge of all slaves while I am away on business or pleasure.
Likes
Writing, it's my passion, and my expression. My stories may seem bland, and my rants may seem a bit too lacking in detail; alas, that is because I write only to remember concepts of how and why I felt a certain way, and about the experiences that made me feel as such. It is not really me writing a story, but me keeping a memo, a journal, for which only I have the key to know its meaning in complete understanding. This of course is not to say I cannot write coherently, just that I mostly write because I need an outlet, or else my most precious thoughts could one day be lost, ere I recall the minuscule idea and re-create my bygone concepts with it. I can, and often do write with passion to people, much more than one usually expects. Why has our culture lost the ability to express our feelings and thoughts to one another through words, elegant and beautiful words? When was the last time you sat down and wrote a handwritten, beautiful work of art: a letter that really meant something, that unabashedly related what you thought was most important to you?
Dislikes
I dislike the fundamentalist mentality of everything is "this way, no other way, even when evidence says it's not" This obviously can mean religious fundamentalism, but it pertains to the everyday layman as well. Don't be closed minded, and explore what our world has to offer, but for sanity's sake, look at the facts, and use some fucking logic every now and then. Artistic expression is wonderful, and we can even live in that dreamland, but alas, remember that "your" reality is not "reality proper". I notice I am being rather ambiguous here, and I think I will leave it that way. Make of it what you will, think for yourself.
Favorite Music
I could go on writing a list, like some, or just name a few genres, like others, but why. I like what sets me off, what I am in the mood for. Emotions are based on thought processes, and just so, musical taste can be altered as well, so my taste depends on my state of mind, state of intoxication, and emotional state.
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