Someone once asked me what my favorite pass-time was, and I replied without hesitation: “Writing.” They proceeded to ask what the hardest thing to write about was. Again without hesitation: “Oneself”… So much of writing is a mask we put on to shade emotions and hide the colors of our true identities and in that we never truly talk about ourselves. What can a paragraph on a site possibly tell someone who hasn’t met me? We as a society have been raised to act fairly similar (on paper) to act fairly similar (on paper) to move, to respond, to love, to lie (on paper)... So much of whom I am, which differs me from others, is simply in me. It cannot be translated to the page no matter how beautiful or rigged I try to make it. I can put a fantastical spin on the aspects of my life or add grit to my persona, but in the end it all boils down to physical personalities. We are all clones on the page no matter how we form the sentence it is in meeting and interacting, building chemistry, and opening ourselves to life that we discover the right relationships. So I encourage anyone who is looking for actual connections and relationships, friendships or otherwise, to step forward and honestly get to know me.  Gay men these days speak about their desires and wants in relationships then in turn are the only ones hindering themselves from obtaining them, because they’re afraid of what they’ll find. They are afraid of commitment and especially of being vulnerable.  I (on paper) am a friendly, motivated, well-educated, funny, charming, and affectionate guy… I challenge someone to put me to my own test.