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• I suck at Jazz, like, I know as much about Jazz music as I do sports (which I like to refer to as “professional televised gym class.”)
• I do not like Corrine Bailey Rae. I’m compelled to point this out because she always comes up in music conversations with me. I suppose my engagement in certain types of music means it’s likely I’m into her, but I’m not.
• I like Destiny’s Child as a group more than Beyoncé and I bought all of their CDs.
• I frequently bitch about this because it hasn’t changed: I’m the only gay dude I know that loves Hip-Hop the way I do. (In fact, I once dated someone that told me I wasn’t a Hip-Hop head because I wasn’t into his Lil’ Wayne and T.I. records, yet he knew nothing of the type of artists I listen to. Yeah, let’s start there…)
• Say anything bad about Janet Jackson and I will skin you alive and wear your hide as a fanciful Snuggie.
• I have no patience for overly sensitive people that seek out offense and disrespect in everything in order to have something to defend themselves against. Needy, emotionally high-maintenance people are highly repellent to me at this stage in my life. And I should know who they are; I used to be one.
• I am not a graphic designer or a deejay. I am a writer.
• I find myself becomingly increasingly bored with the topics and interests for which I have become known. Let’s start with music.
• I’m fully prepared to be alone and am satisfied with that. The dating pool in my community seems to be comprised of the same four or five archetypes with little variation and too much overlap. I’m finding that people consider themselves a catch based on a ubiquitous checklist that has nothing to do with who they are as a person, and that’s boring.
• I’m strongly considering dating outside of my race. If that offends you, it shouldn’t, and you may have a seat. Namaste.
• I pursued the Dharma chiefly to alleviate stress and figure out why I was miserable. But I’ve learned much more beyond that. It’s much easier for me to love all people, regardless of the things that we perceive separate us. Those things are illusory and a distraction.
• Batman rules.

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