Who am I?
It’s an interesting question with a complicated answer.
I am a woman, yet I am neither male nor female. (No, I’m not a hermaphrodite. I just feel that gender is separate from biological sex and I choose not to have a gender.)
I am a liberal.
I am a bisexual.
I am a writer, an unpublished novelist. I love the written word. I love the way it looks. I love the way books smell.
I’m a college student. I’m a future historian. I’m a lover of Greek history, Russian history, and ancient warfare.
I’m a pacifist…to a point.
I’m wise beyond my years, yet I can let loose and have fun, making me seem childish at times.
I’m politically-minded, socially-conscious, in love with the world, and angry at how people are treating it and each other.
I’m not really religious but identify most closely with the Pagan faiths.
I believe in a higher being which is unknowable and which doesn’t control every aspect of our life.
I am a friend, a lover, a sister, a daughter.
I feel closer to my friends then my family.
I like the color black, vampires, and the anthropomorphic personification of Death. I have the soul of a Goth but the wardrobe of someone who doesn’t know what she is. This is intentional. I’m eclectic. That’s what I am.
I don’t like stupid people. I don’t like people who think that they are always right.
I love people who can admit when they are wrong. I love people who can deal with me when I’m not willing to admit that I am wrong.
You will either love me or hate me. And I’m totally okay with that.
