About me:

Artist. Words or pictures, paint or pixels, on the wall or on the stage, in my CD player, my sketchbook, my relationships or my life, I love art in all its forms. I'm a guy who's passionate about creativity, and creative about passion. I'm interested in exploring and expanding all my senses, including those of perspective and humour.

I've recently gone back to university and am currently writing a Masters thesis on neo-burlesque, which gives me a legitimate, academic excuse to wear velvet jackets and snakeskin shoes while on stage making all the risque double-entendres, terrible jokes and bad puns I can think of. (Warning: I can think of a LOT of bad puns!)

I take fencing lessons.

I believe the world could use more good manners, chivalry is not quite dead, and that grammar counts.

I don't wear a baseball cap sideways. Or backwards. Or at all.

I only wear running shoes when I'm actually going to be running.

I don't understand people whose profiles say they have kids, and also that they don't want kids. Those poor, poor children!

I have four piercings, so far, only one of which can be seen while I'm fully clothed.

I like pie. And waffles.


About you:

Beauty is common, but intelligence and a positive outlook are much less so. If you're more than just a pretty face, if you can make me laugh and if you can engage in an interesting conversation, I'd like to hear from you.

If you can teach me how to play my theremin, we NEED to get together!


Note: POF's instant messenger doesn't always agree with my computer, so don't be offended if I don't respond. Send me a regular message, instead. Thanks!

It really depends on the person and the situation. It could be a quick chat over coffee (iced tea for me, thanks), maybe a deep philosophical discussion (about why Radiohead's first three albums were brilliant, but everything they've done since then has sucked) over martinis or a bottle of wine, or perhaps an all night, no-holds-barred game of "truth or dare," accompanied by tequila shots, with Reverend Horton Heat on the stereo while Fellini's Satyricon plays, muted, on the tv. Just so long as we have an opportunity to get to know each other...