so here's a little about me....im not your typical fag, I go out have fun with friends, but mainly like to chill in....but I can create fun where ever im at. I enjoy it all such as going to movies, go to clubs & raves, especially MUSIC, etc, play video games or whatever. But my favorite past time is just getting in the car and driving....I enjoy being spontaneous!!!! I don't smoke but occassionally like having a drink or two. No, im not an alcoholic. I live in olathe for the time being...but looking to move downtown in a few months. So if you want to get to know more, please feel free to shoot me an email or message me on yahoo...jaysinversion1 or ... My style can't be dupilcated or recycled. I'm a is a sick individual.... It don't matter where you from It's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your ass nicca! East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Greetings Citizens!!!!!!!!! We are living In the age In which the persuit of all values Other than Money Success Fame Glamour Have either been discredited Or destroyed Hey guys and gals. I'm the typical guy next door to the guy next door....somewhat of a not so typical fag, because I'm described in many ways....unique is a word I hear describing me. I enjoy all sorts of things, hanging out with friends, going to movies, go to clubs & raves, especially MUSIC, etc, blah blah blah, but if I really had to pick I like to stay home and play video games or whatever. But my favorite past time is just getting in the car and driving....very spontaneous!!!! I've had so many lives NOW be warned.....i had alot of time to write this and think about it....enjoy learning the side of me i dont talk about much.... Hmm..."about me": (I had a little time to reflect, deflect and detect, just like an intersect......tion) LOL I dunno...that was cheesy, but here you go... I'm musically mulatto and eclectic. I truly believe that I was born to make people laugh. I hate missing movie theater previews. I feel no shame, I'm proud of where I came...from. Take my picture. (better yet, let me take yours also) Photoshop is my go-to drug when movies aren't available. Color outside the lines. Card games are not my fortay. The desire to make music videos or be in one. Sometimes I scan radio stations hoping to hear a significant song--as some sort of "sign"--for whatever I'm self-questioning at that very moment in my car. Subconsciously, I match my underwear to whatever shirt I'm wearing. I save my quarters and HATE counting dimes. Salsa music makes me wild and happy Dry humor will get you OH so far with me!!!!!!!!!!!!! I enjoy quick sketches more than finished paintings. I'm tatted in two places. (ask nicely and i might tell you where) I go home and watch "Who's line is it anyway" when I've had a rough day. Nothing beats Halloween. (nada) I've been known to change my MySpace profile picture at least 7x a day. I want to build something, like a club. Nothing makes more sense in the summer than forgetting to be sensible. Teeth matter. My first kiss was during a game of truth or dare in the middle of the night. I was told I almost ate her head off....i am better now....wanna try? lol Buy me a rasberry vodka, a good book you advise to read or anything that has to do with music and you've got yourself a new friend. Don't ever tell me I can't do something or that there's only one way of solving the problem on deck. (trust me, i'll make you blush with defeat) My dream is to someday do something productive that's both soulfully satisfying AND saturated with people that make me laugh. I'm close to finding it, but not... quite... there.... YET! Been living in Kansas City since 1999 (with the exception of going to Pittsburgh, PA for two years and recently moving to and back from the Chicago area) and still haven't found what I'm looking for...though not completely true as: • Some of my closest friends reside in Kansas City that mos' def grows on ya. • My extended family is located in North Dakota...where i was born and raised • I have enjoyed my current job--it's shown me my brighter, funnier and weirder side. Things I [heart] include: Part I: My favorite quote:, "You may be one person to the world, but you may be the world to one person." Silver--favorite color for anything, except clothes which is blue. Making CDs for friends. Moving into a new space. A good movie soundtrack. Attention to detail. Personality profiles. Movie previews. Cottage cheese with everything including ravioli. Summer rain. Laundry scent. Kids DO say the darn-dest things. Brand new notebooks/sketchbooks. Iced chai tea. Diet Green Tea. Axe soap....such great varieties lately. Chocolate caramel anything...the two are non stop orgasms for my mouth. Viewing everday surroundings with a tourist's eye. Poking holes in peoples eyes in pictures and passing notes. Dinner with laughter. Cocktails by a campfire. The first week of school. Braking for rainbows. Coca-Cola dispensers. Encouraging children to be creative. Part II: Photography. The cool underside of a pillow. Tree houses. Taking a walk when the world is too much. Barstools. Exploring, taking chances, being adventurous and spontaneous. Washing the car while barefoot. Cleaning and putting together an apartment. Paying attention to how different types of music affect you. When friends drop in. Ranch Dressing. Not getting lost in a new town. Horoscopes. Meeting someone random at the most random place. Sunsets. Swimming. Horror movies that make you laugh out loud. Coloring books. Pens not pencils, always. Industrial lofts, the only way. Hershey's Smores candy bars are the shit! Part III: Driving fast in mall parking lots. Black and white pictures. Mario is my all-time favorite video game franchise. Push pop ice cream...orange flavor. Rearranging furniture. Winding stairs are the best in the world. Skeleton keys are so fascinating. Church pews in bars. Cinnamon Toast Crunch in ice cold milk. Lazily wiping your hands on your shirt. Xmas lights in place of decoration on walls. Spooning. Tucking the strings on my hoodies or pulling them out. Inside-out sweatshirts. Mashed Potatoe and gravy smells. Staying in the shower and just going through your day in your mind until the water turns cold. Animal troughs full of ice cold beer. High ceilings. Italian styled painting in kitchens. Walking to the river with a friend and talking about non important things. Popsicle stick projects. Cheesy potatoes. Any clothing with stars on them. Sharper Image. Banana bread--no nuts. Part IV: Lite Brites minus the pattern paper. Cake in a bowl with milk just about overing it. You're never too old for Kool-Aid. Weddings in person always make me cry. Freestanding full size mirrors...wait, ALL MIRRORS. (LOL) Bingo. Muppets. Butterflies. Sleepy pets. Going to watch a prom. Rolling up your sleeves. Walls overgrown with ivy. Finger painting with anything reachable to actually make a picture with. Fire escapes. Stairs. A full fridge. Dry sex jokes. Bridges. How you pick out what you believe to be the perfect greeting card for someone...then turn around and find the one that tops it and is truly PERFECT! Going to the movies in the afternoon when you're supposed to be at work. Rambunctiousness. Going up on the roof and examining your neighborhood. Getting a new blockbuster card at another store when you have 5 others that say you owe money. The structure of texts. Turning points in life. Black lights. "Happy Birthday" yelled as you enter a crowded room. A brick wall. Coffeehouses. Being frugal. Small-town cafes. Watching the rain fall. Unexpected phone calls. The study of wind resistance conducted by holding a cupped hand out the car window. Calling bars "lounges." Chunky spaghetti sauce. Rechecking the mailbox to make sure your letter has gone down. Taco dinners. The special symbols used by cartoonists to replace swear words. Cheesecake. Walking tall. Scenes from old movies. New fonts in word documents. Clean sheets. The contagious act of yawning. The smell of Band-Aids. Part V: Lighted swimming pools. A winding staircase. Perfect summer parties. Music stands. Abstract art. Letting the breezes blow through. Natural wood. Love under an umbrella. Spinning around on a diner stool. Porch swings. People who take risks, who are creative and love to experiment, who improvise and make the best of what they have. Someone calling to check on you when you're sick. Listening to music so beautiful that it makes you cry. Not just seizing the day but making the day. People who hold the elevator doors so they don't close in your face. Kids making their own valentines. Paint shirts. Sponge baths with someone you care for. Two lamps by the bed so you don't disturb the other person. Bottled beer. Patio dining in summer. Knowing it's never too late to learn. Laughter being the best medicine. Believing that crying is good for you. Restaurants that allow you to bring your own wine. Painting the apartment. An entourage. Photographing friends when they are not paying attention. Your first love letter. Freedom. The sun-tanned, crew-cut, all-American male. Driving alone. Driving with one friend around, destination unknown. Part VI: A scene that is highly paintable and photographable. Windchimes. Having a beer in the shower. Learning words to songs. Body language. Going to the same restaurant often enough to be given the same table or, at the least, the staff know your name. Browsing in a toy store. Sherbert ice cream. Buying yourself a toy you wanted as a child. Washing your hair in the rain. Ice weighing down trees. The shower, where the acoustics are concert-perfect. Doing something spontaneous on a "snow day." Yearbooks. Canoe Trips. Watching the same TV shows as someone even when you're not together. Clocks that tick. Art supply stores. Blue prints of buildings. Chewable vitamins. Treating yourself to a new toothbrush. Getting your picture in the paper. Styrofoam beer coolers. Drawing a self-portrait. When hiking through snow, using the footsteps of one who has boldly gone before you. Falling asleep on the couch. Being motioned to come sit by someone. Throwing a coin in a well and making a wish no matter how stupid it looks in the middle of a mall. Playing among big trees and rocks. The quiet spirit of holiday music. The smell of old school buildings. Pull-apart bread loaves. Part VII: A sense of humor in bed. Laughing as you remember good times together. Free stuff from a hotel. Getting in the right line at the store. Willow trees. Cracker Jack prizes. Eating TV dinners while sitting on the floor. Charisma. Show-and-tell. Taking a dare. Disco dancing. Remembering people's names long after they've forgotten yours. Learning the ropes. The retort,"Don't make me laugh!" A really good hamburger. Movie posters. Going sockless. Devilish grins. The long, weary walk up the aisle at the end of a movie. Celebrating self-invented holidays. (LOL) Floor-to-ceiling windows. Being someone's pillow. A bed left guiltlessly, spontaneously unmade. Writing with chalk on the driveway. Drinking a whole bottle of wine and playing all your old records. Drive-in trays hooked onto windows. Young marrieds. The smell of a baby's skin. The LOVE stamp. The taste of cake batter. Reading menus. The Funhouse mirrors. Squeezing one more brushful out of the toothpaste tube. Thanksgiving Day dinners at my moms. Reminiscing while listening to Frank Sinatra. Going back to your hometown: visiting the schools you attended, bringing back your childhood. Writing in the sand for pictures. A bachelor pad. Drawings on the fridge. Dancin' in the moonlight. Candyland. Baths in the dark. The slogans...): "Hot eats, cool treats" and "Good times, great oldies." A quote from a favorite movie or novel. The one you dress up for. Making up songs, both lyric and theme. Setting things in motion. Going to yard sales early on summer mornings. Winter forcing you to stay home and get acquainted with yourself. Happiness coming in three ways: anticipation, realization, memory. Part IIX: Finding out that for years you've mispronounced one of your favorite words. Pizza and beer. The first day of sandals. Track lighting. Fraggle Rock. Caves. Encouraging the lost art of reading. Teaching by example. Fear of being approached by several dozen waiters singing "Happy Birthday." The smell of rainstorms and roses and fresh-cut grass. Fresh paint. Lofts. Waxed paper. Making words from Alpha-Bits cereal. People who wear sunglasses at night. The many ways that make a kid feel big. Jars to collect things in. Adults who talk baby talk. Muppet Babies. A living room's litter of unwrappings on Christmas or birthdays. Sneakers with dress suits. Everyone yelling "bingo" except you. Faking your way through unintelligible lyrics. Halos. Syllables. Sneaking to the front of the line. The loose strand on each forkful of spaghetti that beats you on the chin. Railroad tracks. Dark rooms. Being addicted to the systematically popping bubbles in packing material. Being alive with wine, laughter, and love. When you're in love with the world. Driving by the house in which you grew up. A rabbit's foot. Part IX: Little kids wearing backward shirts, superhero capes, cowboy boots, etc. because their parents let them dress themselves. Enduring traditions. "To thine own self be true." Snapping towels at people. Rearranging furniture. Discovering a new singer, actor, writer, restaurant, or recipe. Sleeping naked between crisp sheets. Magazine-picture collages. A white Christmas. Company picnics. Getting a really good haircut. Laughing at someone's favorite story...again. Men who wear contacts but behind closed doors they wear glasses. Fortune cookies. Buying a good shirt in more than one color. Changing habits. Granola cereals. Parkay talking butter tubs. Flexible straws. The songs of summer slowly revealed. Beamed ceilings. Practicing dance steps in the middle of the living room. Tubing. Stained-glass.Comparing movies to books. Tire swings. Appearing on TV. Washing the car. Baseball mitts. No-turning-back situations. Leafing through boxes of unsorted photographs. Beer tents at festivals. Part X: Social climbing but remembering one's roots. Sweatpants on a windy day. Being realistic but making jokes out of it. Rearranging the entire house in one day. Choosing, at whim, quiet back roads. ..Strawberry. Orange. Grape. Eating the cookie batter before it makes it to the oven. Notebooks with blank pages to be filled. Smiling your smile. Tall booths in restaurants. Enlarging a favorite photo. Taking something off the grocery shelf, deciding you don't want it, and then putting it back in another section...completely covert. The art of conversation. Looking forward to the mail each day, snail or email. Progressive dinner parties. Exploring your unconscious. Mirrored objects. Rural remoteness. Visiting museums. Sometimes just having to say "What the hull!" I am optimistic about those I might meet here that could bring something new to the table. So basically, I dare you to bring it and if you're really wondering what's on my mind these days... Since I was a child!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I realize How many times I've died........ I'm not that kind of guy.... Sometimes I feel shy....... I think I can fly....... Closer to the sky!! No ones telling you how to live your life But it's a setup until you're fed up!!!! This world is not so kind, People trap your mind, It's so hard to find, Someone to admire!!!! NOBODY KNOWS ME, NOBODY KNOWS ME....NOBODY KNOWS ME...LIKE YOU KNOW ME! Who I'd like to meet: A martini, honey, and don't waste any space with those olives! Just kidding.... Madonna, many great photography artists and new great friends with imagination and a brain.