Halcyon
General Information

Main blog:Halcyon
Age:24
Birthday:January 20th 1984
Gender:Male
Occupation:Technical / Computers
Education:Graduate degree
Religion:Not religious
Race/lineage:White / Caucasian
Location:United Kingdom


Contact Information

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Appearance

Body Size:Slender
Height:5' 9" (175 cm)
Eyes:Brown
Vision:No assisted eyewear
Hair Color:Dark Brown
Hair Style:Curly - Medium
Facial Hair:None
Skin Tone:Pale
Clothing Pref.:Cozy


Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Never Married
Sexual Preference:Straight/Heterosexual
Smoking:No. But not bothered by it
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Exercise:Couch potato
Your Home:Live with roommate(s)
Biography/About:Teaching young children to swear since 1990
Likes:Sleeping; Music; Food; Cute Women
Dislikes:Stupid People; Mornings; Ironing
Interests:Fire, Swords, World Domination, Sarcasm, Chocolate


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Four Most Recent Entries

I've got a strong urge to fly, but I've got nowhere to fly to
I think one of the things that still makes me the most uncomfortable is physical contact. Or, more precisely, the potential for physical contact. I'm not particularly used to having people closer than arms reach to me. Thus, unless I know them well, I'm painfully aware of people who are closer than that and find it harder to relax. Which makes bus travel interesting, although it should be noted that the seat next to me is usually one of the last to be filled.
 
I won't waste your time with my revelation
People forget things easily. One of the things they forget most often is that, in terms of our experiences, there are no blacks and whites. Things are never simply this, or that. There are no absolutes. Yet we repeatedly bind the vast breadth of our experience with simplistic terms denoting two extremes. Straight or homosexual. Black or white. The reality is that everything we see, hear, taste has subtle shadings, each differing depending upon the one experiencing them. A man who finds himself attracted to another, physically, mentally or emotionally isn't immediately...
 
Time is running backwards and so is the bride
Another webcomic that sums things up nicely
 
Her eyes, she's on the dark side
He stands at the window, a dim reflection in the glass. He gazed through the floor to ceiling panes, drinking in the bustling City below, Teralis, the capital of an expanding empire. Even at this unholy hour he could see a flood of people moving in the harsh neon glare of the many-hued lights. An architectural mess, it would be deemed hideous by many of his people. Now, gazing over it, he realized its true appeal. Its life. Its vitality. By comparison his people seemed to dwell in gaudily decorated tombs. He let out a deep Sigh, letting his head fall against the glass....
 






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