I like learning new things.
I like learning about the things people are passionate about.
I know a lot about guitars. I know a lot about computers. I know a lot about hunting. I know a lot about painting.
None of these are things I'm particularly interested in.
But I knew and (once) love(d) people who did.
I like hearing people speak passionately.
I like seeing eyes light up.
I like collecting the stories that hold a key to identity.
So please, go on, tell me more.
Please.
I want to know.
And maybe some day I'll tell you about dandelions and stars and the smell of rosemary.
I donate blood. Or at least, at one point I did. It's needed for so many people, for healing and for survival. What's an hour or so of my time for the rest of someone's life? I hate that because of my sexual-orientation I'm not allowed to, and hate is a very strong word for me.
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