 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
Happily Married |
| Children: |
Have children |
| Education: |
College Graduate |
| Religion: |
Spiritual, but not Religious |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
Juggler of many hats. |
| Body Type: |
Slim / Slender |
| Height: |
5' 4" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Just Looking, Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
N/A |
| Sex is Best: |
Loving |
| Cybersex: |
N/A |
| I Want You To: |
N/A |
| Cybersex Personality: |
N/A |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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SkyeWyldfae's Scoop
About me:
I was once the wildest wind in the room—laughing too loud, flying too fast, and never staying still long enough to be understood. Time softened my edges, but didn’t take the sky from my bones. I’ve seen storms pass and kingdoms fall, but I still believe in the magic of a well-timed breeze and a question asked twice.
I’m an air faerie—founding member of the Wyldfae, wanderer of thought, keeper of forgotten things. These days, I offer riddles disguised as advice, and advice disguised as riddles. Either way, you’ll feel the truth when it lands.
If you hear wind chimes with no wind, I’m probably nearby. Or I was. Or I will be.
Who I'd like to meet:
Those who’ve spoken to birds and heard something back
The ones who chase shadows, not to catch them, but to understand where the light bends
Someone who’s broken a rule just to see what it sounds like
Eyes that carry maps. Smiles that hide storms.
People who leave questions in their wake like fallen feathers
If you’ve ever followed a breeze just to see where it went—maybe you were following me.
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More About SkyeWyldfae
My Other Profile/Website Links:
N/A
Interests:
Listening to conversations between wind and windows
Naming clouds (then forgetting them on purpose)
Dancing in places where no one’s supposed to dance
Teaching riddles to trees and forgetting the answers
Reading the patterns of falling leaves
Blowing thoughts through open doors and seeing who catches them
Guiding lost things back to where they never belonged
Collecting unfinished sentences
I don’t collect hobbies. I collect moments—especially the ones no one else notices.
My Favorite Websites:
Music:
I prefer sounds that don’t ask for attention—pass through you, like wind under a door.
Favorites include:
Wind chimes in a forgotten garden.
Harp songs played by ghosts who don’t know they’re gone
Whispers of storms miles away
Flute melodies caught between dreams
The echo inside an empty shell
Wind rustling parchment in an old library
That moment just before thunder, when the air listens
Movies:
I don’t watch films so much as wander through them. Some are mirrors, some are riddles, some are just noise pretending to be meaning.
The ones that linger like wind in my hair:
The Fountain – a story that circles itself like a storm
The Fall (2006) – gorgeous, tragic, and full of truths no one says out loud
MirrorMask – it made sense… and then it didn’t… and then it did again
Only Lovers Left Alive – like drifting through time in velvet gloves.
The Green Knight – old magic, wrapped in silence and consequence
Wings of Desire – watching humans try to hold feelings too big for their bodies
The Secret of Kells – I like stories that remember how to glow.
Books:
I read like I breathe—lightly, deeply, and often in strange directions. The best stories don’t explain; they invite. I like those best.
Favorites that still echo when I close the cover:
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran – truth disguised as poetry
The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman – memory and magic tangled like roots
The Slow Regard of Silent Things by Patrick Rothfuss – finally, a book that feels like me
Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés – stories that smell like ash and bone
The Book Thief – because words can both float and destroy
The Little Prince – simple questions with impossible answers
Old faerie folk texts that aren’t written down at all—just whispered from crow to tree to sky.
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