- only reachable by e-mail: charlielevine@proton.me -
Call me Charlie. Your own doe-eyed, ‘up to no good’ libertine and classic beauty with velvet skin, bee-stung lips and timeless charm. Do you have a weak spot for long-legged brunettes (I strike an impressive figure at 6’-0”) that remind you of that one French actress whose name you can’t quite recall? Then I may be just the one you’ve been looking for.
I’ve been gifted with a special skill. In this world of disenchantment - full of unsatisfying distractions, monotony, ever-growing technological mediation, with less and less chances to truly connect – I’ve been told that I can tilt reality just enough to make it appear enchanted once again. My open and magnetic presence is bright enough to light up others around me, and locking eyes with me might feel like being transfixed by a bonfire.
Time with me may be many things, but without a doubt it will be a break from the ordinary.
I believe that life is about the encounters that change you, shape you, and free you in some way or another. I’d like to know what it is that you’ve been holding back, what it is that’s been lying dormant, and I suspect I might just be able to wake it up. Between us, we can create a space where we indulge all of our six senses – and in each of the seven sins. Playfully. Intently. Dating me, I’ve been told, may change something about how you experience yourself and the world around you. Some would call it indulgence, some would call it liberation.
Like being moved by the sublime – like that blue of an Yves Klein – when everything afterwards appears just as vibrant, let me use my magic to turn that charge between us into a reality buzzing with possibility.
What you should know is that I am an incorrigible flirt – I love to tease and build tension from the very moment we meet. I’m obsessed with what can emerge from the alchemy between two (or more) lovers, and from the transmutation of desire and intention into pleasure.
I’m way too curious and playful to be tamed by the rules of society, too hedonistic to be satisfied by the mundane, too carnal to deny the pleasures of the body. The great poet Mary Oliver once urged us to 'let the soft animal of your body love what it loves, ' and for me, that is a great calling if I ever heard one.
