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31 F Seattle, WA

I’m looking for

  • Women who like women
  • Ages 20–40
  • Near me
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My Details

Last Online
Oct 17
Native American, White
5′ 7″ (1.70m)
Body Type
Mostly other
When drinking
Other, and very serious about it
Pisces, and it’s fun to think about
Dropped out of space camp
Relationship Status
Seeing Someone
Relationship Type
Doesn’t want kids
Likes dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently), LISP (Okay)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Transsexual? Bitch, please. I'm transdimensional.

Caveat: I've found my player 2. This profile is probably outdated, but I'm leaving it here so those interested in something platonic can at least get a feel for what I am.

Caveat #2 (11-23-2012): I had my face beaten into hamburger because of my gender, so in the off chance I actually venture into public for social situations, you'll understand if I don't speak. Y'know, wired jaw and all.

As the rest of this profile will be a long-winded descent into pure giddy madness, I'll start with a short and sweet description of myself given to me by one of my lovely partners: "You sow chaos, confusion, discord, and buttsex." I assure that this is very much by accident, aside from the buttsex which is quite deliberate. If bitchy queer boys and militant lesbian separatists went at it hammer and tongs in a spree of hate fucking, I'd likely be the result...and they'd both loathe me. Woo!

My spirit animal is a badger on a Harley with a devil-may-care attitude and a heart of gold.

Before I start really getting into just what the hell I am, let's get some basics out of the way:
* I am monogamous. What the fuck, seriously did not see that one coming, but I'm quite taken and only here platonically.
* My gender is quicksilver, but woman will do in a pinch.

In other words, I'm a snarky, optimistic, spastic little succubus dyke with a penchant for rough sex, sitting around in coffee shops and blathering on, playing with things that go beep boop, and generally having a light-hearted time.

This is where I used to say I'm looking for sadistic queer people to fuck, but to be perfectly honest I'm looking for some trans-friendly man-haters to go play Time Crisis with.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I'm putting together my plans. Before I die, I will be a published
writer, have a notable web presence, star in a queer porn of my own making, and tweak my appearance until I can be seen from three blocks away. When these goals are achieved I will finalize my harem, take over a small island, declare it a sovereign nation, and lo...the first all-trans country will be born. It will dissolve no more than five years later from infighting and bickering but, oh, those five years will be full of such debauchery, enough to solidify my place in history. Update: I think I'm going to stick to the harem of one.

Some people bend gender. Some people break gender. Some people live outside of it entirely. I bent it over and fucked it. Vigorously.

I'm also working on getting into NASA, so I can put in action my
life-long dream to steal a spacecraft and cruise around the cosmos, judo chopping bitches and collecting alien STIs.

On a more serious note, I toy with the idea of being a writer, musician, artist, and code monkey. I'm an amateur in all of these things, but can you blame me? My life just started in earnest a few years ago!
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Some of these are not things I'm good at (yet), but skills I'd
like to develop.

I'm quite talented at combining my vast array of personality, identity, and neurological disorders (seriously, my psych history comes with a study guide) into some sort of pop gothic sadomasochistic fantasy world coping mechanism and subsequently reinventing myself as a rambunctious, attention-seeking, painfully self-aware, people-pleasing, adorably awkward, sexually motivated A-grade autoagateophile domme. Don't worry, I won't eat your family, I promise.

Giving compassionate and blunt pep talks to people caught up
in their own morose baggage.

Pissing off pessimists and philosophers.

Improving Cylon - Succubus interpersonal relationships.

Oh. And let us not forget my newfound interest in bloodplay. Yum!
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I'm pretty sure most people stop at "omg tranny". Chances are it's my intense gaze and my adorable trash mouth. How about the extremely well-endowed succubus tattoo adorning my arm or my confusing presentation? I often will get tagged as a woman one minute, and a man the next. I can guarantee they notice the frequency with which I make dick jokes.

From the perspective of this profile, I'm guessing most people would find me abrasive and angry. Correct on the first part, incorrect on the second. I do bitch a lot, but it's because I give a damn about those around me and I think we, as a species, have a ton of potential. Also Asperger's. Lulz.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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This list will shift over time I'm sure, particularly as I recall tidbits that I find pertinent. Also, I don't think these categories cover me well enough, so I'm adding in some of my own.

Books: Kushiel's Dart, a book that indirectly led to some interesting discoveries about myself (even if the writing style is a little purple prose); Principia Discordia; Said the Shotgun to the Head; Rumi - The Book of Love (or anything by Rumi really); The Fortunate Fall; Whipping Girl; On Writing; Going Postal; Pronoia (Rob Breszny is a breath of fresh air); Urban Tantra; The New Topping Book; Night Watch (still working on this one); Dust; Chill; The Ethical Slut; Shotgun Gravy; American Gods; The Red Goddess

Non-interactive A/V: Venture Bros.; Futurama; Ghost in the Shell; Adventure Time; Firefly; Mystery Science Theater 3000; Samurai Champloo; The IT Crowd; V for Vendetta; Clerks; Firefly; Matrix; Dead Like Me; Mythbusters; Lord of the Rings; Archer; Stargate SG-1; Star Trek (anything besides TOS...if I want to watch a greasy misogynist bumble about I'll just go outside); Crash Pad; Doing it Ourselves (if you think that porn can't be inspiring, you're clearly not watching the right kind of porn...)

Music: Garbage, Abney Park; Chiasm; Aesthetic Perfection; The Start; Billy Idol; Recoil; Massive Attack; The Cure; Angelspit; B-52's; Alice in Videoland; The Birthday Massacre; Rammstein; Marilyn Manson; Metric; Daft Punk; Depeche Mode; Atmosphere; Aesop Rock; Crystal Castles; Icon of Coil; Nine Inch Nails; Yeah Yeah Yeahs; She Wants Revenge; Velvet Acid Christ; Miss Construction; Unter Null; God Module; Theatre of Tragedy; KMFDM; The Prodigy; Assemblage 23; Combichrist; Project Pitchfork; SITD; System of a Down; Ayria; and basically tons of other industrial that's good to fuck to.

Food: I'm not a complicated person when it comes to food. Now that I'm in Seattle I'll likely get more adventurous. For the time being, the burrito truck in front of my place is heaven on wheels.

Games: Metroid; Dwarf Fortress; Metal Gear Solid; Dragon Age; Baldur's Gate; The Witcher; Insanely Twisted Shadow Planet; Assassin's Creed 2; Torchlight; Nethack; Stone Soup; Assassin's Creed 2; Minecraft; Devil May Cry; Morrowind; Terraria; good ol' Quake 3;

Apps / Tech: dwm, vim, Go (the language), C
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
I can do without everything, short of the bare minimum needed to, you know, not die and all that. Ever spend a few nights in a parking garage eating uncooked ramen? I have! So, let's go into things I'd REALLY rather not do without.

Clinging, desperate, wild, brain-melting, passionate, soul-rending sex and all the flirtation, innuendo, and nervous excitement that leads up to it.

Hair dye and a wardrobe that can keep up with my nebulous presentation.

Love. What else can I say there?

The people close to me in my life, whether here or gone. My lovers, my friends, and my family. Some good, many bad, they have all touched my life in some way that has led me to this point (even if that particular touch was my boot to their ass).

My spiritual practices and devotion, which bring me no small amount of peace in regards to my eccentricities. My delusions are beautiful things.

My sturdy and faithful laptop companion.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
The kind of sex that leaves me a quivering, sobbing, puddle of semi-girl goo.

My identity. Transition has been painful and bloody (literally). I've nearly lost my life on more than one occasion at the hands of others. I've been beaten and sexually assaulted. I'll never have a normal life, and I'll never live down every detail of what has happened to me, but I don't think I would, given the chance. I'm rough around the edges, fucked up in the head, covered in scars, and I like that. I'm proud of who I am and what I've survived.

What the fuck does "postmodern" mean? The best I can surmise is "a word frequently (though not always) used by douchey privileged heteronormative white people with college educations at least partially supported by their parents and no real experience with the pains of the world to indicate how 'intellectual' they are about the abuse of dismissing the identities of those minorities altogether while simultaneously doing nothing about the problems they're apparently so knowledgeable about." I think that's about it, right?

Shirley Manson. Whew.

Vagina dentata.

My place in life, what I can change, and what I can't. I still have no idea where I'll find that place that I feel I belong, but right now I have the love of a beautiful woman and that's all I need to push through the mundane struggles. My life has been an excessive amount of boredom tinged with insanity up until now, so I'm still playing catch up with all the little things I missed out on in my younger years.

Gender roles, gender identity, sexuality, and how society tends to conflate these various aspects in the most absurd of ways. I am frequently disappointed by the blatant othering that occurs to transgendered and genderqueer people in our society, or the concept that gender transgressive people are somehow "gross" and only worthy of fetishization and nothing more. I am enraged that the mainstream LGBT community seems to delight in actively reinforcing a very slight variant of the same biological essentialism that has historically been used to degrade LGBT people and sets back any sort of true equality. The dismissal of gender transgressive people for some pet "gay rights" cause is just abhorrent. Some of us have moved beyond framing our identities in ways that effectively state nothing more than "I fetishize pussy / I fetishize cock, please accept me because I can't help who I am waaaah". Clearly I have no tolerance for the concept that heteronormativity is a proper social default, and I have little patience for those who treat their sexuality and gender as if it's some sort of horrid, evil curse that can't be escaped, or use it to justify the fetishization of people based on assumed social cues. Big honkin' note: this does not include people who know how to have an identity that does not require the marginalization of others. I have nothing but respect for you.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Obviously this depends on the Friday. More often than not I
am in my home, comfortably snuggled up with my girlfriend and
either cooking, reading, writing, hacking, chatting, studying, plotting, or scheming. Chances are my Fridays are about to get *way* more exciting in the coming months.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I wasn't kidding when I said I was crazy above. I like this about me. I have two people in my head (more or less), my emotions are exceptionally raw and unfiltered, and if I am comfortable (or attracted) to another person, there's a good chance I will run my mouth at great length. So, fair warning and all.

Before I die, just once I want to be seduced by someone whose gender and sex I absolutely cannot determine and be surprised with what happens.

I'm kinky as hell, but somewhat inexperienced (which I mentioned above). I tend to get off on playing in public, and blood tends to turn me on in ways I shouldn't even go into here.

I like faking that I'm suave, but I'm quite crap when I'm expected to approach other people. Being trans has made me quite defensive in that regard. If you're interested, then save us both some time and just say so. If I reciprocate, we can use that saved time for making out. If I don't reciprocate, at least the air has been cleared!

As hard as I try, I'm a bit of a transsexist. Lawlz, who am I kidding, I'm a massive transsexist.

I own FAR less vinyl clothing than I'd prefer.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, I dream about being a professional dominatrix. Not because I'd get off on whipping strangers, but because I'd get off on whipping supposed macho man-children AND getting paid for it.

When I changed my name, I picked Aran for my last name. Points to those who get the reference.

When I was 10, I wanted to be the pink Power Ranger.
That bow was bitchin'.

I have read all four Twilight books. I also agree they were terrible, but being denied a large amount of escapism that people in their teenage years normally get to experience, I find it still a justifiable act of neurological self-flagellation. That being said, I'd fuck Robert Pattinson until he cried. Mmm, dacryphilia.

I'm incredibly sensitive and I sleep in a bed with no less than eight stuffed animals. I cry frequently, whether from sappy movies, songs, a few sweet words, you name it. Really. I cry a lot!
You should message me if
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You think I'm cute and you want to beat the bejeezus out of me. In the nicest way possible of course.

You want an extra player or two for some tabletop gaming.

You just want an open-minded queermosexual to hang out with.

You want to invert my Y axis.

You should NOT message me if:
Your role in an encounter could be easily replicated with a zucchini or warm melon of moderate liveliness.

You're way too caught up in that conflated gender binary thing.

You expect me to behave like a "regular woman" (whatever the hell that even means).

For trans* people: I am not an "alternative". If you're only trying to get in my pants because you're desperate but you're secretly holding out for a cis woman or someone more femme than me, go eat someone else's dick.

For cisgendered people: I am not a conceptualized fetish. I have absolutely no problems with being fetishized a tad, but have some idea of how to treat me like a human being. Just because I'm lascivious doesn't mean I'm a walking sex toy. In other words, if you're primary (or only) interest in me is because I'm trans...then kindly rub your genitals in the nearest flesh-eating bacteria.