RangerSpike

What to say? What...not to say? Hmmm? Go traditional, or reveal everything? History shows that when I speak the truth, the reality is far too much for many to process and find within their world view as being comprehensible.

Okay, keep it simple, as some would say. Creative pursuits are my passion. Writing erotic prose, some might call it pornography (and my narrative does meet that definition), taking pictures or film are what gives me the most delight imaginable.

Well, not the most delight. That would be, if I had to be honest and reveal the truth, enticing a woman to undress. Specifically, to...reduce her defenses, to become aroused by my words and gestures slowly removing her garments and readying herself to have her erogenous zones stimulated by any and all means available.

So...that is my passion. Now, what about me? Well, let me see here. What can I reveal to you? Ummm, I have a personality profile of INFJ. Also, I am autistic. Yes, really...truly, the proverbial "no shit!"

Am I...an "autistic savant?" Well, I would say "no." However, the Ph.d that assessed me has indicated that I am. If so, then my area of specialty would be the creative arts in totality that meets her definition of being a "savant."

No, I didn't get the "good" savant abilities in math and science. Unfortunately, that is not my gift, and truly not where I excel. Not to convey that I am innumerate. I am not. But, numbers are not my forte.

As per the username, I was an Army Ranger long ago, and the nickname of "Spike," was given to me by a Special Forces (SF) officer after I entered an officer club in Okinawa, Japan, and my very presence (dare I say my dark tanned features, and perfectly "spiked" mane), caused all the women to look my way.

Thus, making many Marine officers jealous. Three of whom rose and one said loudly above the din, "we're going to kick your fucking ass!" Well, the numbers were in his favor. Two others stood with him. Another 8-12 sat near him.

However, I had back up. 7-9 Special Forces soldiers (all combat veterans). So, when the SF non-commissioned officer walked beside me and retorted with the utmost of immediacy to the threat to my person: "no! We're going to kick your fucking ass," the Marines, wilted.

Anyway, that part of me is subdued now. Time, circumstances, and schooling have all been essential in that person that I was, receding, and no longer being the dominant essence of who I am presently.

California born and raised, politically I am about what I would deem to be polices that are truthful (yeah, right, in politics), and for the good of the nation. The national good, and not the coffers of corporate elites.

The truth can be discerned. You have to be willing to seek it out. Seek it out, rather than not apply critical thinking to the communication being presented to you. No one, gets a pass.

Speak the truth, act in accordance with the truth, and I will cast my vote for you without reservation. All I want, is someone that will lead the way with passion, with truth and honor. Bound to principle, not to corrupt self interest.

Ummm, for those curious souls that just want to know, here are some vitals. Do I smoke? No, I do not. Am I in to "420?" No, I am not. Do I drink? No, once again? Uh, do I partake in large gatherings of group sex, gang bangs, and other acts that would rate as hedonistic, and quite debaucherous?

Much to my eternal horror, no, I have not. Why, you ponder? Well, to be honest, I am quite "vanilla" in my sexuality. Though my writings might convey otherwise. Honestly, all I wanted in my life, was the company of one woman.

Sadly, I met this woman, long ago. Met her, fell in love with her at first sight, and through a misunderstanding allowed her, actually prompted her to walk away from me.

Ever since, I have walked the planet pretty much alone.