My name's Red. I've just moved back to the London area after an alcohol-infused three year degree in Nottingham, and am now lucky enough to be deciding what to do with my life in the middle of an economic downturn.
I'm quite active on the ***** scene, so you might see me around being drunk and distracted. I also have a deep love for tea parties, cupcakes and picnics. If I'm prone to any personality flaw, it's almost definitely pretension.
I like words, beauty and feeling like I've connected to somebody else. I dislike the pain of others, soap operas and the human condition. I should probably stop starting sentences with 'I' unless I want to give off the impression of complete narcissism. Sometimes it seems like humans have become too evolved for their instincts. There. Now back to me.
I'm a pretty good cook, and I love baking. That being said, I did once try to substitute white wine vinegar for white wine in a risotto recipe. Sorry, Delia. I adore corsets and high heels. I'm honest to a fault.
I like people with interests, with things that truly inspire them. People that light up, that blaze. I like people who make me like myself, who fill me with unquenchable energy.
"I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin." And cupcakes. I usually want cupcakes. Sinful, sinful cupcakes.
