Casey Meyer

Niles West High School, Attended 1994 - 1998, Class of 1998

Anallingus School and Society (A.S.S.)

Underwear model and Fashionista of the Underworld

messy offices and clean kitchens, so fresh and so clean clean towels, flossing, hell dental hygiene in general, dogs (especially tommy and zoey), being a jew and drinking Goose Island Christmas Ale, smart water, doing it with my roomates, watching people put on makeup (but I hate being kissed with lipstick!), hair cuts, playing foozball, Epidemiology, calling tech support after 1am, house wife Queen Ginger McFrancy Pants, edgy role play, my pink snow suit, organic food co-ops, contra, auto erotic asphyxiation, ambien, grocery shopping

the ethical slut, shel silverstein, luce irigaray, pierce anthony, kate bornstein, leslie fienberg

Short Bus!!!!!! pilot tv, Antonia's Line, The Boondock Saints, Jackie Chan, UncleJonas' home movies. But he doesn't know that I watch them, so don't tell him, promise?

daft punk, john cameron mitchell, the gossip, teena marie, duran duran, journey, apartment, abba, bon jovi, mos def, missy, dungeon family, the coup, heart, gilliam welch, luna, princess, robo sapien, 90's club mixes, and anything I can shake my patooty to.

Weeds, Nip Tuck, Law and Order SVU, Degrassi the Next Generation, Reno 911, and that Carnival show on HBO

I'm a hairy hott kinky queer pansexual who doesn't give a (gender) fu*k. I have an alter ego named Pierre who bitches at the sloppy Dommes who i co-habitate with and who are looking over my shoulder and correcting my spelling. My house is a real dungeon and northside queer central (queer HQ.75).
Sometimes i act as a poster boy, but i'm an exhibitionist so it gets me going. You may know me from such films as "So, you have chlamydia, now take some Zithromyacin?" or "Let's talk about why you're here to get tested." You may have seen me in various well lit offices, street corners, needle exchanges or church basements handing out condoms, sugar scrub, literature, and my phone number (just kidding). I am well known in many circles as the harbinger of all that's bad taste/good taste/late night/itchy/pinksnowsuit/breakout/breakdown/bootydance/lapdance queer. But that's only one side of me. Deep down, I'm a sensuous homosexuALL, which means that everyone wants to get with me. I will sweet talk my way into your cellphone speed-dial, send you kinky photos of me via text message, and wash my sheets after every sexual encounter. My dog (aka girlfriend) doesn't like the smell of other people on my pillows. But she can sleep over at her other parent's place sometimes, so we just have to plan ahead. Baby, I'm a lone ranger rhinestone red hat gold lame boxered urban cowboy who drives his honda like it's a pure bred stallion. You know I'm here for you baby. Come and get me!

I'd like to meet many soulmates who will all wash the dishes, take off their snowy shoes, scrub the tub, become bored with my personal habits, be nice to my cat, walk my dog (aka girlfriend) and make me fried chicken once a week. Or salads. I like salads too.

My soulmates will have the legs of an astronaut, the brain of an indie rocker physicist, the ass of James Dean, and will really like talking about my beard. My soulmates will sweetly sing Duran Duran's "Ordinary People" to me while I fall asleep next to my dog (aka girlfriend) and will raucously sing "Row, row, row your boat" in a canon while I try to pee. While sitting on my lap.

But before I find those soulmates of mine, I'm happy to just have down and dirty whiskey fueled bedroom dance parties that end up in, well, the bed.
Get your kicks...on route CASEY!