"My soulmate," a task-induced reflection

"You, soft and only,

You, lost and lonely,

You, just like heaven."

"Just Like Heaven" - Katie Melua

For today's task (which somehow counts as a "Your say" writing), linked to our current project about love and relationships, it's required to describe one's ideal soulmate at the moment. To be honest, at first I had no trail of a clue as to how my soulmate should be, but further thought on what I want to do and who I'd want to share my life with has brought some concrete conclusions.

My soulmate should be somebody to collaborate and fight along with, an ally, a comrade. A person of ideas, wiling to change the world for the better and to give their voice and forces to the struggle of the oppressed. I think it would be absolutely impossible for me to share my life with someone who has opposite or unfitting convictions compared to me or no convictions at all.

Another factor to bear in mind is the kind of relationship one can have with a soulmate. If I take the traditional model, with a romantic-sexual relationship in it, the description gets a bit more concrete. I like men: genitals of both sexes are ugly, but I find male anatomy to be, in general, more erotic; that, in return, means I wouldn't care whether we're speaking of a cisgender man or a trans man, and I actually think sharing something like being trans would not only make it that we fight together but also that we have something deep in common.

Furtherly focusing on my sexual likes and romantic needs, though, I think hugging a person who is hard to the touch is just as comforting as hugging the street light next street; my soulmate, in that sense, should be chubby, at least slightly (yes, I ~might~ find chubby men erotic or arousing). I find ripped or only muscular people quite gross, and I think the ideal body type of my soulmate would be big, strong, but also plump and stout; preferably hairy. This, though, is a minor addition compared to the second paragraph.

Most importantly, though, my soulmate must share things with me. What would I do with a rich privileged cis man? How am I going to get him to help me when I fight against his privilege? How can I say to Mr. Bourgeoisie's face that I want to overthrow his class? I can't love someone like that, someone I see as a tyrant and as part of the reason why this world can be such a dark place.