HEIGHT: 6'5
WEIGHT: 160ish?
SEX: well i think that should be fairly obvious
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: human, with skin. preferably cute
EYES: hazel, with gold rings around the pupil. turn bluish grey if i am depressed or other extreme mood swings
PETS: well ex pet, satan incarnate demon kitty, dubbed nin by my little sister
two wolf hybrids (also in pics)
READING: piers anthany, terry brooks, michael moorcock, anything related to fantasy, sci fi, or courtroom legal stuff
MUSICAL TALENTS: virtually nill. i occasionally dink with the bass keyboard and mandolin
LIKES: clove cigerettes (specificly sampoerna x-tras) and the highly excessive smoking thereof, my computer, mountain dew, jesse, STARCRAFT, a little coffee with my sugar, crunchy cheetos, TOAST, M*A*S*H marathons, the simpsons, x-files, BEAVIS AND BUTT-HEAD, anything relating to an edged weapon, scars, obsessive internet use, my wolf Cutter, holding hands, cuddling, falling alseep with someone in my arms, snuggling and watching tv and/or movies, long uncontrolled fits of hysterical laughter, flannel pants, oral sex (giving) ARCADES, more oral sex, tongue rings, inner thighs, hearing people moan, red hair, cute girl's tummy's with a lil bit of peach fuzz (oh god yummy) the smell of a person's skin when you nuzzles against their neck, taking a bath and shaving, my waterbed, the velvet blanket on the water bed, bondage, dancing, completely losing all control of myself and thrashing insanely at clubs to the nin song wish, the name 'capt. stooby' the word yak, carmina burana, totino's party pizzas, and my precious little baby, my leather trench coat
DISLIKES: drugs and alchohol (i do not understand the need to use chemical induced idiocy to entertain yourself and will not tolerate it) type o negative, the total evil incarnate that which is Limp Dipshit, pleather, fake fur, fascinations (an utterly pathetic excuse for an attempt at making bdsm 'mainstream' fetish store in denver), low rider pick up trucks, yuppie scum, ppl that r 2 stoopid 2 type reel wurdz and talk 2 u like this making it hard 4 ne1 2 b able 2 tell what the fuck they r saying, idiots who can't mud, pubic hair, my ex fiance, neck ties, being forced to wear a neck tie at work, scratches on my cds, computers on a an NT network with restricted user access, networks with pissy firewalls and proxy servers, hot boys and girls who wear tight scanty revealing clothing (g'damn they can be frustrating) sifl and ollie (i mean come on, inane sketch comedy performed by two socks..?) MTV (bastards) fat and/or ugly people who still insist on pretending they are not and wear tight or revealing clothing and bend over a lot. nothing wrong with being physically unappealing, but yech i don't wanna see that sort of thing, big jugs, those damn bras they make that are designed to be a immpossible for a guy to figure out how to remove, people who say they care but don't act like it, CELERY, and when life turns into an actual episodes of dawson's creek
okay now that basic stuff is out of the way i can actually have a purpose to this page. my full name is Jaerin Crae. i was born in Toledo, OH, but moved to CO when i was 5, which is where i currently live with my father whom i despise with a burning passion, but which i have little choice in at the moment as money troubles caused me to lose my apartment. my b-day is oct 7th, 1979, and evidently i'm quite a libra, though i personally don't pay much mind to astrology.
i have an odd family. my father is a disabled 43 year old gangsta wannabe, who thinks that because he grew up in Toledo he's the gangsta pimp daddy. he goes off about 'bein strapped' so he won't get 'his pimpin ride jumped' by those hostile gun totting youths of Boulder. oh ya, real deadly.
my mother is 37, a very prim and proper, very mannered, professional buisness woman single mom reformed catholic neo-hippie biker chick dating a total VW driving long haired bandana wearing Allman Brother's listening hippie. then my 12 year old sister is a fucked up mix of the four of us.
then there's my REAL family...jesse. we've been best friends since i was 5. in all that time we've only had one real fight, when he slept with and stole my gf (there was more to it but i don't feel like typing it out, but that was the jist of it) but, i let him slide on that. he's always been there for me, and i hope he always will be. i couldn't imagine life without him. damn little fraggle.
my fav band is nin. they got me hooked with 'something i can never have' and i've been obsessed ever since. i own a digusting amount of nin stuff and know WAY too much about the band for my own good. i have in excess of 27 cds, 4 videoes, bunch of shirts, articles, pins, posters, concert ticket stub, etc.
other bands i really love are: my life with the thrill kill kult, kmfdm, stabbing westward (though he's too much of a damn whiney fuck for me to really respect them too much) marilyn manson (i like the MUSIC, well some of it, i hate the band members. but anti-christ superstar is actually a pretty good album) switchblade symphony (i made out with tina root once, that was damn cool) xymox, the cranes, love lies crushing, love spirals downward, dead can dance, legendary pink dots, usherhouse, mephisto waltz, phillip glass, graeme revell, apotheosis, and absolutely ANYTHING from the 80's (especially soft cell, love and rockets, dead or alive, men without hats, and all those cool ass cheesy synth pop bands)
hrm. other random stuff...i'm bi, but only to an extent. i really can't see myself getting attached emotionally to a guy ever, though i've dated a few. i don't get into them back door shinanigans in ANY way, with men or women. i just think flesh is flesh...i won't discriminate, because a kiss is still a kiss and a touch is still a touch.
um, also i'm very into bdsm, though i'm far more sadist then masochist. i'm not one of those lifestyle hard core types but i do think it's a very nice compliment to the bedroom scene, which also ties in to my Dom side. i've been into the 'scene' (i suppose you could call it) for about 5 or 6 years. i've owned three people so far, each for a few months, though that was mostly on the internet because colorado is such a chicken shit crap state it's hard as hell to find anyone else who's actually into it, though there is no end of the weekend goth baby bats who like to pretend they are into bdsm but when actually confronted with it run away screaming (which is quite impressive because they still manage to keep the back of their hand attatched to their forehead in lament as they flee in terror) i've had a fair amount of experience over the net and i have scened a few times in real life (yes i've been Dom to people face to face my WHOLE life isn't on the net just about 90 percent of it)
i am an internet junky. i fully and freely admit this. 8 - 12 hours of each day i spend online at chat rooms and muds and such. if not for my net life i would have no life at all. i've met a few people from online, dated a few, got engaged to one (that's the sarah you'll see me screaming about in other sections of the page) and made some pretty decent friends. i'm much more social and outgoing on the net then i am in real life as well, irl i'm very withdrawn and usually quiet, unless i get hyper or nervrous then i spaz out and turn into a chatter box.
MANDATORY COMMENTARY CRAP:
nine inch nails is god. just accept it and get on with your life. trent is a schmuck who drinks too much. no this is not an oxymoron. nin is god, not trent. i DO seperate the two, unlike so many raving teeny boppers and insta-goths. i don't care what your opinion is of trent personally. i'm not all that fond of him myself. i don't care if you think nin is too commercialized. i don't fault someone for getting paid to do what they love. i'm into nin because i connect with the songs. they explain my life, pretty much. and wish is good to thrash to.
but back to something resembling a train of thought that actuaslly goes somehere, people have commented i really can't say all this crap that i do about goths when i occasionally frequent clubs, listen to the music, and really can't deny i dress the part.
i think the only thing people don't understand (goths included) is that like anything, there are divisions. nin is not goth. marilyn manson is not goth. joy division is not goth. bauhaus is not goth. sisters of mercy...you get the idea. none of these are goth, not of these are NOT goth. all of them are possible perceptions one person might have of 'goth' or 'not goth' and i personally really don't give a diseased yak's left testicle what anyone thinks of any of it. i dress the way i do because i look damned foolish in anything else i've ever worn.
getting back to actual info and not just rambling...hm
i just sort of piddle around. logon a lot. play starcraft and other assorted computer games. like to go out on the weekends, wander around malls. laugh at people. just generally do anything that kills time and amuses me. not much excitement these days
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