seth's Blog
A blurbling...
I. myself, am a point shy of eighteen hands high which, according to one source at least, is "extremely large for a donkey, they tend to "fall apart" in conformation at this height. Commonly seen in some Draft horse breeds, Warmbloods, and a few saddle mules..." and I round out the scales at perhaps a sliver beyond my ideal fighting weight -- at fourteen-and-one-half stone. The gums are sound; any incidental rot in the molars has been staunched with silly-putty, all original cuspids still cleave to the skull -- and I am, lo, for all intents and purposes, still a healthy, youngish buck. Tho' there were years I did indulge, I now reside squarely in the non-smoking section, but I vowed never to become one of those obnoxious nazis about it. With respect to attractiveness, I generally don't feel comfortable asserting any self-assessment, since I am convinced that it's always in the eye of the beholder, and dependent on a lot of variables that travel deeper than the skin (when women are scrutinizing as much, especially,) but occasionally, I am complimented on my physical attractiveness. I always let the viewer decide by posting a few pictures and presume that an interested, intelligent responder would naturally reciprocate (hint-hint...) When that effort is not rejoined, I have learned through trial and error to presume, rather sadly, it's either a gay dude lurking behind an assumed persona, or a woman whom many (including perhaps herself) consider less than scaldingly 'hott'. Regardless, since there is relatively little that can be done about how we strike each other on the surface, and individual taste is an idiosyncratic rubric by nature, I always hope that nobody takes anything personally if there are no 'fireworks...'
Toenails yes, fingernails no; better to polish your diction than gild the petals of the lily... tho' some exceptions (like Halloween, by all means!) may apply. As far as grooming goes I have a peculiar aversion to hyper-tweezed eyebrows, but this affinity for au-naturale is kinda contradicted by delighting in other areas receiving meticulous er... attention. I am naturally drawn to women who are outgoing, at least some of the time, and courageous enough to post pictures of their form and countenance -- unabashed to coax el conquistador, what sleeps beneath the codpiece, into rapt and rigorous revelry...
I also think there is a subtle difference between being 'driven', 'ambitious' -- to 'get ahead' and 'make a name for oneself' for instance -- and being 'passionate' or 'dedicated' to a discipline or vocation. The former demands orienting religiously to the goal of (usually material) success -- with the aggrandizement of the individual and their holdings, first and foremost -- and the latter is perhaps closer to a process of discovery, which devotes more to the principle of perfecting an art, through consistent application and steadfast dedication (instead of just celebrating the creator) than to the dividends that may be garnered through such enterprise. Maybe this is what the now-practically-antiquated adage "virtue is its own reward" is really driving at...
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