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28 Portland, OR Woman


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  • Ages 18–100
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Last online
Apr 23
5′ 6″ (1.68m)
Body type
Sagittarius, and it’s fun to think about
Graduated from university
Seeing Someone
Mostly non-monogamous
Doesn’t want kids
Likes dogs and has cats
English (Fluently), Japanese (Fluently), Russian (Poorly), French (Poorly), Italian (Poorly)

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I wrote this mush last night while half-asleep. I'm going to divide it up now, but it still won't fit into proper paragraphs. Come on girls. It's tl;dr time.

I love loose-leaf tea and Gladiator. I think doilies are nice and I agree with Calvin & Hobbes that, "If your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life." A nasty old cat is lying on my tummy licking her leg for the thousandth time in an hour while my parrot mutters gibberish. I once heard a banana slug in a redwood forest in California munching a leaf, and I want more experiences like that in my life. I have committed the ultimate atrocity of caring deeply about the suffering of living beings, which makes me nearly cry when I read about US drones or ISIS; vegetarian; and careful about my water use and where my purchases come from. I know. It's utterly uncool. I don't tend to attack other people, though.

I'm childlike, emotional, and honest to a fault. People who are set in their ways and beliefs are a bore. I have an attraction to the dark and twisted, and may sympathize too much with Alex from A Clockwork Orange and Humbert Humbert. I write rarely. I read constantly. (Currently Arabian Nights, following Let the Right One In.) I don't idolize intelligence or knowledge, but as someone who genuinely enjoys Hamlet as entertainment and is troubled by willing ignorance and apathy, I need them in my friends. My ideal conversation is rushed and spiralling and passionate.

I've begun dabbling in watercolors, am nearly finished with an algebra book so that I can move closer to calculus so that I can understand physics, am taking a first aid/cpr course soon, am learning Russian, and may soon be able to juggle. I am trying to turn my life into the montage from Dangerous Beauty. I suck at guitar, spend too much time watching junk movies, and can be fiercely anti-party. I like being on the edge with a close friend under tree-shadows.

Recently cafes have begun offering cayenne-laced lattes. That is the best.
What I’m doing with my life
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I got a letter in my doorway today. It said:

"Dear Neighbor

I am writing you this letter because I did not find you at home. I am participating in a volunteer Bible educational work. Below are questions many want answers to..."

At this point I smugly thought, "I'm sure I can find quick rebuttals to your evangelical smatter."

The letter continued,

"1. What Hope is there for our Loved ones who Have Died?"


There were various other questions. I decoded the letter:

"Dear Neighbor,

I thought that I would ply you with disturbing existential questions, then give you fairytales and myths in lieu of concrete answers. Please enjoy."

Who does this? I'm going to go around sticking philosophical queries in doors.

"Dear Neighbor,

Would you push the fat man to stop the trolley?

Have you considered the existence of parallel universes? If not, have you considered that an alternate you may have considered the existence of you?

To what extent are we obligated to dedicate our lives to helping those less fortunate than ourselves?

How do you know when you wake every morning that you aren't just a clone instilled with your prior self's memories?

I think you'll be comforted to know that the answers are nowhere to be found. I hope you find this as equally encouraging and disturbing as I. If you have any questions, don't call me, because I don't know."
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Nothing, I have no talents, I was born in the sea, where talents don't thrive.
The first things people usually notice about me
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I have brown hair, and glasses, which seems to be a popular type for the old, "I know someone who looks just like you."

Never tell people this. Even if you hate them: it's playing dirty. If you are a hair-puller or cock-kicker then you go on ahead.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane
A Thousand Clowns
a mango I stole off a tree once
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
This question is so boring that I have never, ever read an interesting response to it. It turns perfectly intriguing people into dullards. It needs to go. TAKE A NOTE, STAFF!
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Mark Ruffalo is a sexy sexy man.

Sexy Link 1:
Sexy Link 2:

He all give me shivers with his "when the friction comes to have its own machine"s.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Rather anti-monopoly. I avoid Wal-Mart whenever possible, even if it costs me a little more, and am trying to wean myself off GOOgle.


Not really bi. Heteroflexible. Added it so I can see people who restrict viewers based on orientation (you twitdicks).


As someone with firsthand experience of how the legal system loves to screw over good fathers, I hate third-wave feminist extremism -- you are not Malala, you are a whiny middle-class bitch. (That's not sexist: I meant it extra for males.)


On the pronoun thing: what the fuck am I supposed to do with you people? You are the group I used to identify with. Now you have your own idiotic Internet cult that wastes your energy on semantics. "This girl looks cool," I'll think, and then Mitra comes down and spits in my face as the profile continues, "DO NOT call me by the pronouns he/him/his. I will accept [being fucked in the ass by King Triton]." But where is King Triton, I ask? He is the holy grail of the millennial generation. And where is Sir Galahad? Zhe prefers "Lady".

Members of this cult are extremely weak on logic and tend to swiftly deteriorate into angry yelling, so I apologize for the following, but let's give it a go.

Dear SJW: Debunking Gender & Pronoun Politics

1. Calm down.

2. It's OK. There are many people in the world who will love you for who you are.

3. Gender is not a social construct, but a biological approximation. Gender roles are a social construct. Imagine we're in a lab filled with rats. When a scientist calls a rat "he", they are referring to the rat's biological makeup -- the possession of male organs, a good amount of testosterone, etc. If a female rat acts aggressively and humps females, the scientist is still going to call her "she". It doesn't matter how animals act: male is male biology and female is female biology. The same is true of humans.

4. While there have been anomalies in the world, such as hermaphrodites, they are extremely rare. Exceptions to the norm do not invalidate the norm. For example, if I say to you, "Rats have two eyes," it would be obtuse to go, "Nuh-uh. What about that rat there? It has THREE. Rats can have as many eyes as they want!" Pointing to a person who has extremely feminine features, breasts, and a penis, in order to claim that you, a person whose body is clearly male, are female, is the same. The exception to the rule has nothing to do with you. A two-eyed rat can't believe its way into three-eyed ratdom. It can have three eyes if it gets surgery, but right now, it remains two-eyed (or biologically male).

5. Whether someone has a penis or vagina should have nothing to do with their restrictions in terms of personality or opportunity. You're the ones aiming for pronouns to be connected to self-perception and gender roles. You're actually strengthening gender stereotypes -- you've just broadened them so that a man can more easily embrace the female stereotype, and vice versa. The demand that “he” or “she” should mean something beyond bare biology is sexist. After all, if it isn't biological, what is gender? All in the mind? Then "she" and "he" could not be anything but gender stereotypes, or else they would lose concrete meaning. If you feel male, and male/female are only social constructions, you're necessarily saying that you feel like the male stereotype. You're reinforcing the hell out of the stereotypes by attempting to disconnect "he" and "she" from biology and make them solely mental. (Incidentally, without a load of help from scalpels and drugs, this cannot work. People with vaginas need to see gynecologists. People with penises need to get their prostates checked. You can't just wave a flag of Dr. Who with boobies about and yell, "Fuck you science and doctors! We're redefining biology!") Instead you should focus on moving away from gender stereotypes altogether (not by making a universal pronoun for all -- that's only acknowledging that people are sexist and hiding from it) and allow people to be people. Not when men can wear dresses or knit without censure, but when a dress or knitting are not "feminine", will you have accomplished your goal.

6. I'm sorry if you don't like your body, and you can try to hide or change it if you want. But don't ask people to play your game by calling you a pronoun that doesn't fit your biology, because it won't change your body or their perception. It will only change their words and help you hide from the reality of your body. Purposeful misattribution is like a game to most people. You’ll find that even if you succeed in getting everyone around you to call you “she” when you are male, you can’t change their perception of you. In other words, you’re forcing them to lie to you. And if you get furious or vehemently self-righteous when they don’t use the pronoun you want, you force their hand or threaten to create a rift in a human relationship. When we refer to a drag queen as “she”, we know that truthfully it’s “he”, but we are choosing to play along. There's enough bullshit already.

So can we get back to dancing on empty trains, playing impromptu games, and being courageously ourselves (rather than embracing who a minority tells us to be), now? Cuz I'm losing swathes of you to formulaic mistruth and geek worship.
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I'm gonna use this space to explain my username.

When I first joined OKC, it was back when it was an experiment by the people behind Daenerys was an obscure name, and OKC was a funny, well-designed site populated by oddballs. Now, HBO has made A Song of Ice and Fire into an infamous sex-violence drama, and OKC is owned by