Bisexual; I guess pansexual.
Kinky. Not telling you how kinky unfiltered; I have co-workers reading this!
A survivor, of more than most of you know.
Very sensitive to smell.
Pretty goddamn smart.
Pretty goddamn profane.
Not a pretty girl. (That is not what I do.)
Culturally Jewish, mostly religiously pagan, fairly lackadaisical.
Only content when I am doing something.
A keeper of everyone's secrets but my own. I don't have any; aftereffects of a childhood of having too many.
An occasional priestess.
Deeply in love at all times.
To go back to physical dissonance: Only deeply in touch with my body when I'm dancing, being physically intimate, or engaging in kinky funtimes. I blame this on my childhood and on the fact that my body has been physically malfunctioning and wildly variable for far too long. I am fixing this by engaging in all three grounding activities as much as I can.
I have been married thrice, a stripper, a jeweler, a secretary, a junkie, a jailbait headbanger, a very different person in ways that may surprise you.
I never thought I'd live to 18. Then 21. Then I got pregnant, and I rewired my brain as I was detoxing, because if I was going to be someone's mother I had to be none of the things I'd been and a whole lot I never learned how to be.
I have said: When you lose everything, when everything is taken from you, the great freedom is in deciding what to take with you and what to leave behind.
I want to go to med school, dance with fire fans, dance burlesque. I want to live a long time, even if I never did figure out how. I want to meet my grandkids. I want to do everything I want.
I want a lot.
And I want a pony. And a clipboard. And dinner.