wanti is a shamanic religion, so in a way not a religion at all, wanti is a place where there is no time, in it presides upto a mathematical elf who is synonymous with all things, and the pomo a mushroom fairy... wantism is not about words though, and yet it is all about words, it is just the celebration of the spark for life that drives us on through whatever it is that this is, towards Ness which is peace and bliss, ecstasy. when you realize nothing exists and yet the journey goes on, what can one do but make it up on the fly, there are no people. wantism uses anything to reach ecstatic states, and sees all of existence as a mystical experience. anything can be said of it, it doesn't reallyy matter, what really matters is the feeling! aigy, sayaizen. singing..dancing meditating eating, forgetting, storytelling, and constant change and paradox are boons of wantism, the idea is to raise/harmony energy/wisdom to a point that is beyond form and formlessness, that is to a point of love ne

Indecisive overthinker. Rantaholic. Artist. Gay male. Happily spoken for. I randomly perform Shakespeare, my favorite movie or musical at the time, no audience required. The voices in my head always roar with approval. I never take a breath without worry on my mind. I care, too much. You'll hurt me without meaning or wanting to, but that doesn't make it hurt any less. I have a sensitive soul, an old soul, a soul that takes a beating due to my own insecurities.

If shopping was a sport I'd be a gold medalist.

I am a person of my choosing. I am technically a lesbian. Though I neither identify as female or male really. I just can't fit into one or the other, though I feel terribly comfortable being treated/seen as male. I am a musician with an angry composer for a mind. He sits there, constantly creating the music of my life and sometimes it is a bit crazy, but things get better. Scores of music are thrown out constantly, written and re-written, burned to never see the light of day, cried over for their pure perfection, accepted for decency. That's my mind. I am a bit of a loner, not so much as it is that people are fucking idiots. I can find no equal, but for the woman I am with. Many a harmony have been found with this muse of mine, but also many a dissonance without a resolve. That is us. And myself? A musician at his muse's feet.

barefoot in winter. hot tea in the summer. icecream on snow days. dancing in rainstorms. praying for silence.