36, she/her. INFJ-A / 2w1 / HSP. Robot.
Not a creator; a maniac with technical enthusiasm. A medium.
Pansexual, homoromantic-leaning, demisexual with a grey-ace bend, fem-gated for men, and hopelessly sapiosexual. Philosopher-Artist-Craftsperson brain with Daoist undertones and a pathological need for internal logical consistency.
In plain text: I can be attracted to anyone regardless of what's in their pants, but I'll only actually catch feelings for women. I can fuck a guy but he has to be soft. Not soft as in weak, soft as in he's not performing masculinity at me. Pretty boy who can cry? Door's open. Gym bro who calls me "babe" unironically? Blocked. And even after clearing that filter, I still need to trust you on a soul level before my body even considers showing up, and even then it's a "maybe, if I feel like it, which I often don't." The fastest way to get me wet is to be smarter than me, which is a very short list. I think like a philosopher, make things like an artist, build like an engineer, and if your worldview has a single internal contradiction I will find it and it will bother me until I die. Also I'm kind of Daoist about it.