I am not your typical woman.  I do not play the damsel in distress to your knight in shining armor.  I am not your femme fatale.  I am not your girl next door.  These can be interesting roles to explore from time to time, and I inhabit them well, but I am more than these.    
 I am more than the sum of all my parts.  I consider myself your sexual creative guide.    
 
 
I wear princess peach jammies for morning coffee, leggings and cute shoes for lunch,  vintage Mad Men inspired dress for cocktails, and a smile for desert.  
 
I laugh easily, and delight in wickedly clever banter that plays like a bracing tennis rally.  
 I am a delightful raconteur, but a thoughtful listener.  
 
I am first and foremost a  writer.   I am editing my novel,  and will be teaching the fall semester.  
  I feed my creative self through physical and sensual pursuits. Taste, touch, smell, sound… each one a muse in its own right.  Moving my body places me more firmly in the moment, and gets my creative juices flowing.  
 
 
I’ve had an eclectic education within the university system and hold multiple degrees, but I’ve also sought out alternative forms of education in the world at large.    
 
I would call myself a healthy hedonist:  I seek out people, places, and experiences that will send me into new states of bliss and discovery.  A decadent and perfectly executed meal, a trip to a quiet, secluded beach, a riveting dance performance or play, a foreign city, electric and pulsing with yet-discovered nooks and crannies, these things make my skin tingle and pulse.  
 
 
If you are looking to hide from yourself and escape from yourself, I am not the companion for you.  I want to see you. Really see you.  
 If you want to keep playing out tired and inauthentic gender roles, than look elsewhere.  
 
But if, like me, you seek to shed the skin of everyday life, if you seek honesty and communion in mutual pleasure, if you seek to reenter the world inspired, rejuvenated, and closer to your creative self, than I’m your girl.