Zia Moon

Let’s be ourselves.

Whatever the hell that means.

My friends describe me as open, warm, accepting, and, well… “real.” That means that I’m not going to always be a perfectly-polished companion, but it means that I’m an actual human being: occasionally awkward, inquisitive, a bit open and unguarded, perhaps a little bit silly.

I would love to spend time with other actual human beings.

(For all of the A.I.s hoping to reach out, sorry! Let’s connect over chess later, though.)

In all seriousness: I value a relaxed, organic connection. I love people, in all their flaws, quirks, and complexities. I genuinely do, without cynicism.

These days, perhaps that’s rare.

I spend a lot of time thinking about what makes people tick: What are the underpinnings of our individual personalities? Is it ever possible to truly change who we are? Are any two wildly different people ever really all that different from each other, deep down?

Let’s have a drink or dinner, and just meet as people. I’m real. You too, right?