I am twenty-five years old and it mystifies me that a quarter of my life has passed before I have become mega-famous. I suspect the media is just bitterly jealous and refuses to acknowledge my existence.
If you have artist and writer friends then you will understand that we see things a bit differently from the rest of the world. For example, I have a constant infatuation with eye wrinkles - crows feet especially. They're lovely. Also large, knobby noses. I don't understand society's concept of beauty, because beauty, to me, is passion, and individuality, and integrity, and the quiet assuredness of not feeling guilty about who you are or how you look.
I am genderqueer (oooo, spooky weird word that makes people nervous). That means that I'm not strictly a boy, and I'm not strictly a girl, and all the time I am royally pissed off that okcupid doesn't offer options besides 'male' and 'female' for us non-binary individuals to select. Please feel free to ask questions about my gender identity! Gendered pronouns do not bother me, although I do prefer being addressed as 'my liege' or 'your majesty.'
Even I am confused by my sexuality. I'm highly attracted to people's personalities more than anything else. For now, I identify as queer, although technically speaking I believe most would consider me pansexual. The parts don't really matter to me if you've got great character. I have a preference toward women right now.
I have no desire to stay in Oklahoma. I'm not certain where I'll be heading next. Somewhere colder, hopefully. I love adventures. I'd like to buy an old Airstream and live my life on the road, until I've seen enough of North America to interest me, and then I could sell it off and hop the ocean to explore the rest of the world. I thinking quite strongly of taking a working holiday in New Zealand for a year before I turn thirty, or moving to Germany for a while and getting my Master's. I want to see Israel, and Scotland, and follow my father's footsteps across the pacific islands, where he was stationed in the USAF after WWII (Yes, WWII. My dad was hella old when I was born.)
I'll talk to people from anywhere, even across the ocean (especially across the ocean, let's be real). I want to know what the world out there is like, I want to know all the best and worst things of all the best and worst places. I want to know how people think, how social attitudes about things differ, from the silliest to the most serious. I'm not the kind of person who is happy with a local life, with a little blue house and a white picket fence and a baby. I crave incredible experiences, and I love people who will run toward adventure with me. All that just to say: don't let distance deter you from messaging me.
Many of my friends call my Bilbo. There are reasons for this that you may, one day, discover.