Geography Is Destiny.

I was born and reside in Los Angeles, CA.

Looks . . . ? Above/Around/Beside?- Average

Age -37

Hair Color -Blond (from straw to blonde)

Gender - Male (on the outside. Kinda prissy-chick/Sith-A-Natrix-ninja-bitch/Goddess-Of-"Should I just f*ck it off or do it? Oh, F*ck it, I'll do it." on the inside).

Eye Color - Blue (hard to describe the light, grayish marbling sort of effect, and most people who knew me for most of my years shooting would say, "What, I thought they were black, but I guess we were all really high all the time.")

Seeking- (don't believe this part)Female(s) & people to art . . . thing . . . photo . . . stuff with and . . . um, yeah.

Height - 6'

Status Single 'Partial'

Body Type - Average Sculpted . . . like play-dough

Ethnicity - it's really complicated, Secular Judaism from Eastern European b.g X White Mayflower family . . . Bohemian

Turn Ons - Religion (wait . . . no,), Yadda yadda, other stuff, BFD.

Fav Sex Acts - Receiving Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Manual Masturbation, Role Playing, Threesomes, Orgies, Bondage/Domination, Sex in Public, Home Videos, Erotic Photography, Using Sex Toys N/A

Hobbies -Museum & gallery shows, crashing bar mitzvas to see who ends up recognizing me from sunday school days or because of my parents (OK, that's more a flip little thing that went on in my head just now, but, if I did go out, hedging in to mystery mitzvas, that would probably be what would happen), I like to go with friends & spend some time over the billiards tables during 'breaks' in life where the grind is expected & often adds up at the end of a week (or eleven or twelve days), sticks and balls make for a comfortable and sociable reflection on thinking through reaction & contingency, knowing how far we may influence courses of events & taking with good humor the surprises in discovering those we didn't know we couldn't. "The balls roll funny for everyone. "- 'Fast' Eddie Felson. OK, so I'm waxing nostalgic. If I had a life that was stable the way I would like to achieve, then I'd be swingin' back around the tables. These days, talking on the phone can be hard enough. I have been known to go through eras of culinary passion, cookin up good eatin nightly. I have been dubbed 'The Best Latke Chef In The World', by everyone who knows anything about potato latkes.

Profession - Dilettante, beatnik, dreamer, designer, social engineer, hack-writer-philosopher-philosophaster, DJ, Photographer, ProjectionArtist/Visualist, Recording Engineer/Producer, Poet, word salad chef.

About - About ME? Who the hell am I? Call me AVI (U can Find ME, I'm an EasyTargetInLA, not hard to find ME in the 'cloud'/Net). If you need a surname, it's LEIDNER.

My Fantasy - Doing something I always thought I'd never do or doing something I'd never thought of (that is, never thought of before the idea began 'to come' [a. k. a. SAMSUNG]) developed to try it just before 'it' actually happened, & even then there was no way to anticipate that what we would do would be so . . . you get it. (I hope?)

I have no practical libido, and I've had no substantial base-pleasure-drive for well over a year now. Chemical castration. The whole of my sexuality is stuffed in my mind, not my physiology. My imagination, creative works & visions, flirts & teasing (now&then) writings, readings, films & art have become the expressions of my debauch, libertine, sexuality which was once virile (not 'viral' no no no) & corporeal, before my life underwent a crashclusterfuk of destabilizing events, that could be characterized as existentially traumatic, spiritually deflating & entropic.

So, why does my 'self-description' read like a singles sex ad written on tequila and speed? Well, I always hated writing these 'bio' things for websites, so I signed up for a "free" membership on a sex date site (totally PERFECT irony since most of the female profiles are 'bots', and I'm as much into sex right now as Hitler was into Matzo-Ball-Soup), so I cold write whatever I felt like, without the aim of trying to 'score', (and laugh at the stupid auto-message-blast e-mails I'd receive from the 'bots' that picked up on key words), and have something already set up in the 'cloud' to use as a base or writing these things.

Oh, I'm also a photographer . . . questionably. Hell, make it certainly. Everybody's a photographer these days. So. Fine. It's all just a flickering of what the art once was or seemed to be, the greater mystery . . . but this shall pass, every light will flickr whether it is coming on, or going out or simply interrupted. Amid a cloud of lights that fill the sky more and more voluminously by the moment, they darken each other in the great masses that gather of so many trying to attain so much of so little to shine brighter than the others that that shine their own reflections back upon themselves and one another. With the filling of all space with light, there is but only contrast, as different from one polarity forces similarity to another, and so, to step back and see the spectrum is not difficult, and to see the unseen is simply the effort to depart the scene, and see something that is from within, without thinking there is anything more special to it.

 

"If you continue this simple practice every day, you will attain some wonderful power. Before you attain it, it is something wonderful, but after you attain it, it is nothing special"

- Shunryu Suzuki

But, it's here, so, here it is.