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Interesting, Tenatious, Jewish or other interesting eastern religion or leaning, East or West Coast or Texas or Colorado-based, totally sensual, politically active, willing to throw me against the wall to get her point across but will kiss any body wounds she causes.
I'm a cowboy at heart. Native Texan, a blue-blood on my mama's side. Her kin-folk come off the Mayflower and settled in Boston. My daddy's kin folk came from Scotland on a boat via Ellis Island and got to Texas just as soon as they could get a team of horses, a mule and a conestoga wagon to set out west and claim free land under the Spanish Land Grant of the early 1800s. Great great grand pappy brought great great grammy along with him - actually kidnapped her from the Smith College campus and had her in central Texas (then Mexico) before her very well-connected British aristocratic father (great great great granadpappy...we still hang his portrait from London Town in the barn) could call the federal marshalls out on em. Since I grew up around critters when I's just a boy, guess you could say I'm part-cherokee, part-equine, part-canine, but all boy!
My family spread is outside Bandera, Texas on 15 sections of the most beautiful rolling land in Texas, perhaps the world...least I think so. Course, my folk have been here in the same place since 1804...so it kinda grows on ya.
Momma's people are still snooty blue-blood Bostonians who come down here to play polo with me and my Mescalaro Apache, Argentine & Mexican Vaquero ranch cowboys kick their ass every chucker & match. We use brooms down here, not mallets!
Even though I'm supposed to be 1/2 blue-blood Boston Brahmin from momma's side of the tribe, I'm all Texan at heart and 10th generation native by bloodline to boot.
I'm a extremely liberal politically. Pretty much exclusively a democrat and work every four years on the national presidential campaign on the candidate's travel staff. I do it for free (less expenses, unless they con me into takin' daddy's Gulfstream V) because I believe in democratic presidents so much. Needless to say, I'm a FOB. He calls me, "bubba" ever since that one night back in 1992 in Little Rock at the, ...well, I'll just skip over that one till later. I love animals of all kinds, never kill deer or elk or antelope and despise people who do. I'd rather hunt THEM hunters actually. Daddy says when he finally dies (so he won't be considered an unindicted co-conspirator) I can set aside a section or two of the spread and designate it "exotic humanoid preserve" where minorities and women can come from all over the globe to hunt republican evangelical protestant white men. We'll have to use heavy dosage tranquizer darts I guess, so these dudes will eventually wake up with only a really bad headache...course nothin' says we can't de-pants em, grease em all up and tar & feather em when they's konked-out in the middle of Bum Fuck Egypt (or as we refer to it, the VERY south 40 section of the spread-git a rope) with wild critters bitin' on em and smelling their butts. I don't want to get hauled-off to the state pen for murder ya know.
Now, don't get me wrong. I may be a country boy at heart, but I am also quite urbane. I got hauled-off to two years of boarding school in New Hampshire and then to the Ivy Leauge for some post-prep school book learnin' - 7 years of it actually (BS, MBA & MPA - ouch!). Then two years abroad at Oxford and Cambridge for barrister college to satisfy my momma's kin folk. But, then I came home and got a Ranch Management degree from TCU up there in Fort Worth. I sure did like CowTown and two-steppin at Billy Bobs and calf-ropin at the North Side Rodeo and workin' summers at Six Flags Over Texas (Southern Palace performer, La Salle's River Boat Guide, Speelunker's Cave Guide, Lof Flume operator, employee swim pool life guard (instigated many after-hours skinny-dipping parties) - but I also loved Boston and New England and Manhattan and the Hamptons when I was at school up yonder. I actually am a bit of a chamellion. I can fit right in at a border town honkey-tonk raisin' hell with shit-kickers and kickin' hippies asses in Del Rio or a sweat lodge buck-naked smokin' peyote with my native americano compadres up in the Sangre De Christo range outside Taos, NM or dressed to the nines in a Saville Row tuxedo (got it when I was a Rhodes Scholar - still fits today thank you) attending the Metropolitan Opera and then for dinner at The Four Seasons in Mahattan. Or hang out in black cognito at sidewalk cafes in Montmartre drinking way too much expresso and absurdly expensive bordeaux wine, 1959 & 1966 vintage, my weak spot.
But, I'm most at home when I'm sittin' on the back porch of daddy's home with a stunningly interesting female, watchin' the sunset , grillin' Kobe beef steaks on the pit, sippin' 40 year old Canadian barrel-select whisky, smoking a Monte Cristo #2 Cuban cigar (don't get started on them ever, they are more expensive of a habit than drugs) and tossing a Kong filled with liver pate' to my doggies to fetch. That is my idea of Utopia...which, incidentily, is just up the road from our place.