First of all, as you may have guessed, my name is Matt. Call me Matt, Matthew, Matty, Mattycakes, Fag, Loser or Asshole. Whatever you would like :]].
There is really a lot to say about me, yeah you've heard it again and again, but I'm an enigma. You really have to make an attempt to get to know me especially in order to find out who I really am. Like everyone else, I can't always be taken at face value; we're all dynamic people, who constantly change from one day to another. I'm on that compelling journey for self-definition, trying to develop and discover myself. Honestly, I doubt a paragraph or two in an “About Me” is sufficient enough to explain the complex and intricate entity that I am; so feel free to ask anything, make an effort to get to know me as I'm not an open book.
I consider myself a strange person, which is completely acceptable; I embrace it one hundred percent. I'm fine with not going along with what’s normal; I do things because I believe I'm staying honest with myself, so that they reflect the kind of person I feel I am. I'm not on Earth to impress anyone, and I sure as hell am not living my life for anyone but myself; don't expect me to change for anyone, I'm happy with who I am. I'm definitely not one of those people who purposely abhors labels to appeal artistic or unique; I'm not afraid to label myself: I'm Matt, I’m human, and I’m a good person.
Right now I am single, and I am totally okay with it; I'm happy, which is what is important. My standards are incredibly high, almost unobtainable; I would evaluate them at "quasi-perfection." When I choose the person for me, we match each other perfectly, and turn heads wherever we go. I'm always in pursuit of the one person I want to be with, who can simply make me happy, help me to be a better person, allowing each other to grow, and become stronger, as if we were one person.
I don't really get angry or embarrassed easily anymore. Call me names, I'm used to it; there's nothing you can say to me that I haven't heard before, your anger and jealousy just lets me know that I have something that makes you jealous enough to try and lower my self-value down to that of yours :]. I'm an obnoxious attention-whore: I know. I'm a cunt: I know. I can be cruel: I know. I can also be altruistic, sincere, loving, and amiable. I'm really health-conscious, and am involved in a lot of sports and other activities. I am against mistreatment of animals; I do not, however, limit myself to lifestyles like veganism or vegetarianism, but fully support those and people's choices.
I would prefer that you refrain from asking me to take clothing off or show things that you wouldn't normally show in public :]. I'm a person, not interactive porn. Also, I'm actually from New York, not the United Kingdom; for obvious personal reasons that's all you need to know about my location :]. Most people do not read down far enough to see this, and therefore assume that I am from the United Kingdom. If I get to know you well enough, like you, and you're close to me, we’ll definitely chill xD.
I have a webcam. I prefer if you have one too :], this is Stickam, isn't that the point? Seriously, the word cam is in the site name, I’d say that’s a pretty good indicator of why we’re all here. Now, this does not mean I dislike people without them; face it we all can't get one, or maybe don't want one, but I have concerns about certain things, such as people hiding behind the anonymity of online handles, and posing as someone other than themselves. Everyone is welcome and everyone will be treated equally :]. Sorry, but I'm terribly cynical; I typically do not buy the "I'm getting one soon" thing, if you don't have one, and don't plan on getting one, just say so - honesty is the best policy :]. I appreciate compliments a lot (who doesn't), but please try to keep them in good taste. Please do not hit on me excessively and whatnot if you don't have a webcam. Again, this is for obvious reasons, I don't take well to this as it can make me feel uncomfortable. One thing which I have zero tolerance for is hate. Anyone racist, homophobic, whatever - I respect your ignorance and views, but you have no place in my room; you'll most likely be kicked or banned.
I'm all about human rights, volunteering, freedom and love. I will NOT however, throw my views and convictions upon you like an obnoxious attention seeker trying to "save the world" and change everyone into homogeneous carbon copies of myself like others so often try to do. I'm not a pathetic Stickam Whore who's trying to sell shitty t-shirts in order to pay the rent either. I give up a lot of my time to help aid the less fortunate; this includes things like spending time with the elderly, at the regional food bank, and at the city mission. I applaud any of you who aim to help others - we're all humans, let's at least pretend to give a shit, without each other we would have no one; you never know how bad things can get in the future.
As a human, I have flaws ... lots of them. I love to be the center of the attention and I get jealous extremely easily, which you will probably end up noticing at one time or another. So don't tell me how gorgeous or amazing other people are, because chances are it's going to piss me off, and chances are I'll be, for whatever crazy reason, hurt. I'm vain, conceited, and materialistic; I'm an awful person when at my worst, and not afraid to admit it. I don't always like myself, I'm not always pleased with myself and my actions, but I love myself, and I always will. I’ll probably be a bitch sometimes and I’ll probably be mean sometimes, but what I’ll always be is brutally honest.
I love to make people laugh, nothing makes me more happy than seeing someone glowing when they smile, it really warms the heart; make me smile, and I'm yours. More than likely you will love me. Although I would prefer you did not, you're free to hate me. You're free to try and rape my self esteem; you're free to try and bring me down, make me cry, hurt me and beat me inside until I'm a dead lifeless mass. I enjoy it, do as you please, I’ll always be self satisfied beyond your comprehension. The attention keeps me happy. I'll always walk away with the satisfaction that I've been true to myself; so true that it bothers people to the point where they have to try and depress me to elevate themselves, like some sort of see-saw of hatred.

Love me. Hate me. Touch me. Hit me. Kiss me: we’ll get along fine.