I'm, its embarresing to admit, still a little green around the gills, as we would say back home. I don't mean in regard to my, heh, experience in and out of the "massage parlor"...I mean as a new Chicagolandian among the sprawling cityscape... Not only do I still get a little overwhelmed by the sheer scope of it all, I get a little humbled to be amongst such cold hard American beauty; the endless horizon of the Lake, the stone and steel jungle at its heart, and the unmistakenable identity of the city itself, laid out in a near perfect grid. A grid, I might ad, that has its very own suprise gift: that of the mesmerizing celestial snapshot of the equinoxes, framed by some if its mightiest architectual masterpieces. Thank you, for making me a part of your home, Chicago. It was a little over two years ago, my home was taken, along with thousands of others, by mother nature along the western appalachain corridor...I only hope everyone else who survived that tragedy has found a silver lining as sweet as mine.

Authenticity, for me, is essential. We are given the opporti]unity, each of us, to better understand ourselves and our world around us, with every choice we make. As we navigate those waters, surely you don't want to sail to places that don't represent your inner truth. Be yourself, and if you don't know yourself, find yourself. No one is going to help you get or be a better you, than you. So, thats why I say, authenticity is, for me, essential...To put it in other words; How can I make someone feel that touch, deep, right into the pit of their inner needs, if I'm not doing it from a greater understanding of my own tools and my mastery over them?

Travel, explore, thoroughly immerse myself, or, did you mean with my clothes off? Kind of the same answers I suppose...

As little as possible to not interfere with my chance to learn all I could about you. So, enough about me, tell me about yourself?