They called me crazy, I called them jealous...

Salut, my name is jed. I cant speak any foreign language. i love art, food, traveling, and gay guys. i like old things. i love new things, and before i turn Dr.Suess and say i love red and blue things, ill stop in my tracks and cleverly segue into another topic. Reading this description is like looking at a picture of a jackson pollock. you see it, but you don't experience it. The rhythm and finesse is subjugated, all you get is an impression of movement. The epicenters are the sole expressive features, much like these profiles, the only facets of mine you see are the ones that i type out, which probably are not the ones you will come to appreciate the most. I like vintage clothes, not vintage guys, that doesn't mean I wont talk to you, It just means I won't sleep with you, No matter how "EXPERIENCED" you and your bottle of little blue pills are... I look at things differently, my humor is varied, mostly dry, and intensely dependent upon inaccurate interpretation. I'm probably the only person you will ever meet who can sound like a 139 year old black woman, and i take pride in that fact... If you wanna talk, be my guest, i am an Text/Messenger/Phone Talking/Hanging Out fiend, I guess that makes me a people person, who'da thunk it...