ISO Co-Creative Partner for Adult Love and Transcendence

Dead White Guys Channeling a future Audre Lorde.
“We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.”
Albert Einstein

“You never change something by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
R. Buckminster Fuller

About me . . .
🏍️Motorcycle Obsessed Afro-Celt,⚡Technomage, Maker-Fashionista, 🖖🏽Cooperative-Capitalist, 🕊Anarcho Pacifist, 🏳️‍🌈Civil Libertarian,🔬Citizen Science Advocate,🗝️Cultural Technologist, Metaphysical Naturalist, ⚧⚢ Woman Born Transgender (Post-Op)

For far too long I have sought a Co-Creative Partner for love and transcendence, one who can see and hear me, owning complementary principles, temperament, and goals.

Comfort like many states of being, occurs in measure, in its time but I do not seek comfort as a goal unto itself. Likewise, I do not work on my self-esteem, as it is a by-product of living well which is a goal. I am not over-mindful of my dignity as I find it incompatible with many kinds of basic hard work.

Events early in my life made encourage my learning how to test my assumptions, first episodically but eventually as a persistent aspect of my perceptual and cognitive processes throughout the day. I question how other people test the assumption evident by the statements they make, which people generally recent, describing by turn my practice and me “insufferable”, as well they should. If I wanted to express prejudice without being questioned, without accountability or consequent, I too would find a person like me “insufferable.

I appreciate those who speak with respectful, frank candor and do not often cultivate those who speak in dissembling fashion, passive-aggressively unwilling to speak their mind, akin to a contentious game of chess. I also find people who embrace comfortable falsehoods like “There are no bad or wrong questions.” or its consequential result, that all opinions are of equal validity, that individual perception of reality, “Trump” logic and evidentiary-scientific facts, ie “The Truth” problematic at the least.

As a matter of practical consideration, we need the ability to pull together in the same harness.

To me, that means you are serious about the conservation of the natural and responsible stewardship of the built environment and its dependent resources, and the health and fitness of humankind’s psychosocial ecology.

I advocate Worker-Owned, Co-operates because a preponderance of the evidence convinced me that without a rational and just, scientific study and practice of Economic Democracy the practice of Social Democracy must suffer corruption and fail its promise.

Transportation touches every aspect of human life and I have a unique strategy to gain entry to a niche from which to thrive and Branch out. That is what I term Cyberphysical Vehicles, Apparel, and Peripherals for the MotoSports Ecosystem, featuring Mixed Reality eSport & MotoSport Eventing.

I’ve had and seen others struggle to cope with feeling abandoned in relationships with pioneer spirits, “Entrepreneurial Widowhood”. I’ve personally been confronted with, “ You love your (_________) more than me!” more times than I can stand. I seek a Co-Creative as much to spare another that pain as to my need to cultivate a deep relationship at least one other kindred soul as well as foment a thriving community and so realize my potential in the service of something greater than myself.

That kind of laser-like focus and will to self-sacrifice is often admired from a distance if successful, but my experience is that until you achieve that success, you are completely on your own, frequently assaulted by naysayers both passive and aggressive who view idealistic dreamers like myself as “insufferable”. My way of life prompted a recent prospective suitor to tersely suggest I was asking too much in a partner.

To which I responded . . .
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, “you must not ask for so much”
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, “hey, why not ask for more?”

Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Leonard Cohen

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