I fix up and race sailboats as a hobby, so basically 3-4 days out of 7 I'm out there on the lake, and during the rest I'm in the boat yard. Consequently, although I'm a proud owner of dozens of skirts and dresses and femmy stuff, these days I'm mostly coated in epoxy primer, fiberglass or gelcoat slivers, oils, lubes, battery acid burnt clothes and similar non-girly substances. If you don't find that sexy...then something is terribly wrong with you :P
They say I'm a radiant and restless dreamer. A stubborn go-get'er who will stand her grounds and plough through anything like there's no tomorrow.
I have slept/lived in a bunch of strange spaces, like caves, sailboats, abandoned castles and factories, remote islands, old tenement house with a long shady corridor that most people run away from screaming WTF was THAT??!
I am addicted to a couple branches of maker culture, here's something of an instant crush:
Some facts about my life are unexplainable. Like, chasing bunnies with a WW2 rifle in the bush and ending up having sex with a human in snow. Or canoeing in the middle of the night in the tail of a hurricane. Or helming a sailboat while wearing nothing but black corset, miniskirt and black fishnets. Well, you get the idea.