Turn ons:

My soleness, my improbability, my genius, my sickness, my touching of me, myself and I frequently, slowly and acutely. Me. Just Me. Space...ice balls 3 meters in diameter.. lethal feathers of turquoise honey.

Turn offs:

The smell of plastic when it burns at 4:41AM on Thursdays at crossroads where you can meet the Devil and sell him a soul for your desires.

About me:

I got the most perfect ass in this galaxy and in several others. And the imagination kinkier than The Bible serpent's.