Sometimes dancing on the bed is your only option. Why not take it?
Welcome to my little slice of the web. I created this place to freely write anything and everything that came to my mind. Most of the stories here are queer-based. Women loving on women, if you will. I love women myself and find this to be quite a favorite topic of story. If that's not your thing, I'm sorry (not for writing it, but for you- you're totally missing out).
I've never been able to write a biography of myself. I think mainly this is because I'm still finding out who I am on a daily basis. Just yesterday, I was lying on the beach with a friend playing a new game. You watch the clouds, discuss what they are, discuss other things, generally just have conversation, and anytime it comes to a lull, you play the truth sirum thing. "What are you thinking?" she asks. And bam: you spit the truth. "Biggest regret? Bam: you spill. "Lover considered lost?" Bam: you reveal. You learn a lot about yourself in peaceful moments like that. How can someone write a biography about themselves when just yesterday I learned about eight new things ABOUT myself?
I've never been able to write a biography of myself. I think mainly this is because I'm still finding out who I am on a daily basis. Just yesterday, I was lying on the beach with a friend playing a new game. You watch the clouds, discuss what they are, discuss other things, generally just have conversation, and anytime it comes to a lull, you play the truth sirum thing. "What are you thinking?" she asks. And bam: you spit the truth. "Biggest regret? Bam: you spill. "Lover considered lost?" Bam: you reveal. You learn a lot about yourself in peaceful moments like that. How can someone write a biography about themselves when just yesterday I learned about eight new things ABOUT myself?
...but who are you? You must have an answer.
What I know about myself can probably be summed up in a list. I love lists of the non-important kind. I love life-long to-do lists. I love new music lists. I love see-if-you-can-avoid-becoming-these-things lists. Packing lists? Not my thing. Grocery lists? Not for me. Weekly to-do lists? Pass. But the Who Am I? style lists: count me in. And here it is:
1. I am and will always be fond of the Terminator//Arnold. This dates back to my childhood when I was five years old, sitting in front of the refrigerator and buttering my arms so I glistened like Arnold. Sometimes I say, "Get to tha choppah!" for no reason whatsoever. AKA: I am a child at heart. Forever and always.
2. My right brain completely overtakes my left brain, with the exception of math. I'm good at the maths. Or maybe this is just because I had a crush on a girl in AP Calculus in high school and therefore adored going to the class. That's neither here nor there.
3. My inner heart is the most innocent, genuine, and naive thing you could ever place in your hands. This is the reason it rarely gets placed in a other's hands. I believe in the purest form of love and this can be attributed to my "leave it to beaver" perfection of an upbringing. My parents were high school sweethearts and perfect until my mother passed. My dad dated one woman after that and remarried to create yet another perfectly sweet marriage. I wear rose colored goggles when I see/think about love and this will never change. I will have a picket fence just like my Dad (literally).
4. Restlessness is my best friend. Whether it's through art, writing, music, hobbies, moving, or what-have-you, I crave new things. I found no way to curb this feeling until I started traveling the world. It's a form of constant change and it fills that need.
5. I have three pen names to write for three different genres. Some of you may know me as something else. If you do, respect the boundaries of my different genres/sites/books.
1. I am and will always be fond of the Terminator//Arnold. This dates back to my childhood when I was five years old, sitting in front of the refrigerator and buttering my arms so I glistened like Arnold. Sometimes I say, "Get to tha choppah!" for no reason whatsoever. AKA: I am a child at heart. Forever and always.
2. My right brain completely overtakes my left brain, with the exception of math. I'm good at the maths. Or maybe this is just because I had a crush on a girl in AP Calculus in high school and therefore adored going to the class. That's neither here nor there.
3. My inner heart is the most innocent, genuine, and naive thing you could ever place in your hands. This is the reason it rarely gets placed in a other's hands. I believe in the purest form of love and this can be attributed to my "leave it to beaver" perfection of an upbringing. My parents were high school sweethearts and perfect until my mother passed. My dad dated one woman after that and remarried to create yet another perfectly sweet marriage. I wear rose colored goggles when I see/think about love and this will never change. I will have a picket fence just like my Dad (literally).
4. Restlessness is my best friend. Whether it's through art, writing, music, hobbies, moving, or what-have-you, I crave new things. I found no way to curb this feeling until I started traveling the world. It's a form of constant change and it fills that need.
5. I have three pen names to write for three different genres. Some of you may know me as something else. If you do, respect the boundaries of my different genres/sites/books.
6. I have been a published author since I was 21. The first book was the easiest. I continuously wonder if this is a sign of luck that it happened so easily and early and will rarely happen again or if it is fate and my calling.
7. I let a stoned guy tattoo the back of my neck in his bed one Thursday night a few weeks ago in this third world country. It turned into one of the best nights of my life and with the way I hunted him down, acquired the tattoo and created the experience, it embodied the meaning behind the design. Be free. Free as a bird. Experience. Say yes. Get lost in the wind.
8. I lost my mother to cancer (of the breast and of the body once it got angry) at 19 and this is the singular most important event of my life. It flattened who I was and created who I am.
9. Music affects me like nothing else. I can't even describe it. I collect vinyl in an attempt to hoard these feelings I can't describe. The first time I heard the album "Madman Across the Water" crackle through my record player I knew who I was. I reclined out on my bedroom floor and let it drown me. In fact, my grandmother also left me her collection when she died. I walked into her basement, found a huge cardboard box that I was unable to lift, and peeled back the dusty top flaps to find everything from Perry Como to Ella Fitzgerald to Frank Sinatra. These collections are my treasures and I plan to teach my son/daughter all about these legends.
10. I'm a chatty kathy. I love to talk to strangers. My best friend in college used to tell me it was going to get me killed. Now she asks which interesting person I met this week. It's all about your outlook. Strangers are just us- standing across the way. I love talking to them and to all of you. SO:
7. I let a stoned guy tattoo the back of my neck in his bed one Thursday night a few weeks ago in this third world country. It turned into one of the best nights of my life and with the way I hunted him down, acquired the tattoo and created the experience, it embodied the meaning behind the design. Be free. Free as a bird. Experience. Say yes. Get lost in the wind.
8. I lost my mother to cancer (of the breast and of the body once it got angry) at 19 and this is the singular most important event of my life. It flattened who I was and created who I am.
9. Music affects me like nothing else. I can't even describe it. I collect vinyl in an attempt to hoard these feelings I can't describe. The first time I heard the album "Madman Across the Water" crackle through my record player I knew who I was. I reclined out on my bedroom floor and let it drown me. In fact, my grandmother also left me her collection when she died. I walked into her basement, found a huge cardboard box that I was unable to lift, and peeled back the dusty top flaps to find everything from Perry Como to Ella Fitzgerald to Frank Sinatra. These collections are my treasures and I plan to teach my son/daughter all about these legends.
10. I'm a chatty kathy. I love to talk to strangers. My best friend in college used to tell me it was going to get me killed. Now she asks which interesting person I met this week. It's all about your outlook. Strangers are just us- standing across the way. I love talking to them and to all of you. SO:
