Warning! This could be fun! I'm just glad I'm finally allowing myself to do it. OK. I am 100 years old, but I don't look a day over 93. I like Rom/Com's and dark psychological thrillers. I'm a writer, to some critical acclaim, but I couldn't pass a bonehead punctuation or grammar test. I'm open-minded yet subjectively old school. I am a feminist at heart, and I still have to remind myself not to refer to women as girls. God, I miss girls. I mean women! :) I'm spiritual, but I am not into organized religion. I hate to hurt anyone's feelings and avoid doing so at almost any cost. To say I'm empathetic would be an understatement. I'm an empath. I have no off switch. The good, the bad, the beautiful, the sad, I feel it all.
Despite my self-imposed predicament, I'm happier than ever. I've reconnected with my humanity in ways I never imagined. Above all, Love is my higher power, and I believe "Kindness is the highest form of wisdom." I long for connection, companionship, and feminine energy's wondrous quality and warmth. Wow, look at me, wax poetic. To be sure, I'm no poet. Though I am compassionate, somewhat quirky, and I can be annoyingly silly. But if it's any consolation, I know who I am—just a guy locked up with a lot of love and no one to give it to.
Crime incarcerated for: