i am:

27 years old,

Femme identified (and every few days that means something different to me. if you're smart your definition of Femme changes frequently as well.),

politically interested but not active (i read the news and have opinions but i haven't attended a rally in forever),

i'm currently working as a "community support worker" for adults with a developmental disability, and i've been doing this for 8 years now.

i like picking up old furniture/lamps/whatever at garage sales and goodwill, stripping all of the paint off, removing any fabric...basically taking stuff down to the skeleton - and making it new to me. (i wish i could go to school for THAT but i'm not sure that any collages offer a diploma in "making stuff pretty")

i drink far too much coffee to be healthy. i also smoke. which means i may very well be dead this time next week.

somewhat dorky (not only have i actually READ Lord of the Rings, but i did so long before the movies came out),

one of the smartest people you know (and very resentful of Femmes who pretend to be stupid because they think that's the "key" getting their Butch)

an aggressive driving, dirty-word spewing, eye rolling, finger waggling, bitch from hell.

the type of girl who will flip you off with one hand while re-applying her lipstick with the other. i'm ambidextrous, vain, bitchy.

i am constantly moving.

switching lovers and cities or both at breakneck speed. (i'll tire of you before i tire you out.) i shed my skin and i colour my hair.

i wear my bravado well. i'm full of shit but i've got beautiful eyes (and nice tits) and i know how to make you think you're God (but only if i feel like it) so i can get away with (almost) anything.

easily injured, i am far more sensitive than i pretend. if you don't worship me i'll cry. if i feel slighted by you i'll lash out. i promise to hold tight every tiny hurt that you give me, but i can't promise to hold tight to anything else.

i have never been very good at throwing away what i don't need.