I am a little weird.
I can do carpentry and plumbing, electrical work, fix small engines and major appliances, and do wonderful massage.
I can make props and build sets, do special effects makeup and create wonderful voiceovers. I have been an actor and model. I have produced a successful audio CD.
I can write software and design hardware.
I am also quite an accomplished photographer/cinematographer, sound designer/engineer, electronic and mechanical engineer. And I'm working on becoming an accomplished filmmaker.
I have a number of skeletons and skulls and screaming faces and headstones and other creepware around. I enjoy trying to figure out how to make realistic severed limbs and heads. I have a great desire to do body casting for sculptures of eviscerated corpses and other bizarre things. I consider rotten.com source material. I would like to do a crossover of erotic and horror. I find the idea of zombie porn intriguing. I would like to make a life-sized animatronic Cthulhu, and I have plans to build a realistic talking corpse or two.
It sounds creepy when collected together like that, but it's not that far off of guys like Tom Savini, Rick Baker, Rob Bottin, and Greg Nicotero.
I have to wonder if they had problems getting dates.
Not complaining. I'm actually pretty proud of the accomplishments, though I still feel unfulfilled.
But to consider the possibility of dating, and bringing my date home to meet my "family" of corpses... I find it a combination of humorous and disheartening.
Okay, I don't have a bunch of skeletons sitting around the dining room table. And as much as I like the idea, I probably won't ever have that. I might have a skull or two sitting on a shelf, but in general the house should look pretty normal. Some funky details and artwork, definitely.
But I do plan to have a workshop where bodies hang free, crawling disembodied hands grope about, and decapitated heads try to make eye contact.
I'd like to find someone who thinks this is really cool, rather than someone who merely tolerates or outright despises it. And I have no idea where to find someone who fits that mold.
I probably need to get out more.