I’m weird. You’re weird. This is weird.

The only thing to do is meet and look at each other and try really hard to pretend everything isn’t surreal as we pour a glass of wine and emit well-rehearsed, attractive laughter.

My enjoyment gland is throbbingly huge. If I can enjoy modern art museums, you’ll be a breeze.

I’m into finding delight in everything - weirdness, intimacy, and pain. I am full of curiosity and love, all my hatreds are pretend, and the only thing I truly judge is astrology.

I’m a terrible writer of poetry, a fantastic dancer in high heels, and a dropout autodidact with smooth thighs.

I'm new to Private Delights but not new to companionship; feel free to check out my website and twitter to suss me out.