I was born on the set of a Fellini movie in Rome. Raised by mimes, I did not learn to speak aloud until I was thirteen. That was when I was kidnapped by a gang of renegade speech therapists and forced to anunciate 'Hamlet' word-for-word before they would allow me to leave their clinic/espresso bar. Once free, I joined the Salvation Army but was very disappointed in the lack of perfectly justifiable violence, so deserted. Since then I have earned my way carving limericks into wooden legs.
But seriously.
I'm a 35-y.o. white (on the outside) guy.
Just went through a very amicable divorce, so I'm just returning to the dating thing. Have a 3-y.o. son, who is the most beautiful thing in the world. I work in the office of a special ed public school. I'm known for my dry, sometimes bizarre humor. Raised by hippies, so I'm genetically liberal (practically communist). Grew up in L.A., protesting against nukes and U.S. involvement in Central America. A punker in my teens. Not so much an activist lately, but becoming interested again.
Passionate pacifist.
Dig music, books, movies.

A chick, mostly.
I am looking for a woman of indeterminate height and weight, preferably with hair and eyes. Must like kids or pretend to. Should shout at televisions. Either physically active or maybe thinking about it. Should be single, or severly estranged from last psycho loser boyfriend. Should have 0-10 kids. Shouldn't smell like an ashtray or a bus station. Should be independently wealthy, but I will consider common street trash if they have a devil-may-care charm about them.