“My single-minded aim is to give existence to fantasy.”
— CLAES OLDENBURG
I am an unrepentant hedonist and have been for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories involves me sitting cross-legged on a pantry room floor partially nude and guzzling sickeningly sweet maple syrup from the bottle. (It was being held bottom up and sides squeezed into my open mouth; go big or go home!). I loved every moment of that childish (over)indulgence, hiding comfortably in the dark and quickly becoming a sticky mess. I'm not sure how much time passed, but I was subsequently caught, my bottom was tapped, and the half-ravaged Mrs. Butterworth was returned to a place on the shelf, this time a bit higher. Needless to say, I found my way to the pantry again...and again...
I've changed in a number of tangible ways since then, but my inclination towards indulgence remains as strong as ever. And I'm reminded of this whenever some form of the inevitable "...So, why do you do this...?" is asked. The shortest and truest answer is this: I quite enjoy it.
Passion. The ability to explore pleasure in all its forms, physical and otherwise. Authentic connection. I require it all. It's not completely selfless of me, but I'm alright with that! I also subscribe, in part, to the overused and oft misunderstood philosophy that would label me as an epicurean. The founder, Epicurus, once said "It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and justly (agreeing to neither harm nor be harmed). And it is impossible to live wisely and well and justly without living a pleasant life." Constant learning, a sense of fearlessness, and a (perhaps unorthodox) personal set of ethics are my embodiment of this concept. Add in that I'm equal parts millennial bonne-vivante, and here we are... (Can we put this question to bed now, then?)
When it comes to being a companion, know that I thoroughly enjoy both the experience of getting to know you and sharing parts of myself. The exquisite, unnerving rush of adrenaline I feel at the start of a date, realizing that soon the nervousness in my belly will transform into heat and fire-and that we strangers will disarm and turn into lovers and friends-draws me into this captivating demi-monde. I honestly wouldn't have it any other way.
I seek adventures of all kinds and think beauty, pleasure, and freedom might very well be the highest good. It's a charming idea, isn't it? And so, whenever we're together, I desire to meld fantasy and reality.
A tall order? Sure. But I always have liked a challenge.