Slowly working my way through school while acquiring an array of odd jobs in the meantime. Absorbing myself in school, feminism, volunteering, the queer community. Beyond that, exploring. My city, myself, my life. I like long bike rides. The springs. Conflicting feelings.

Smiling, laughing loudly, loving hard, disappearing, learning (and then unlearning) languages. Also; foot in mouth. Forever foot in mouth disease.

Awkward. So awkward. Also, I've recently chipped my front tooth. That's the first thing I've been noticing.

I don't read books as much as articles now... But, I will always hold some literature in my heart: Harry Potter series, Chuck Palahnuik, Khalil Gibran, and Perks of Being a Wallflower for weird(er) teenage me. I also love Mary Roach, Bonk is what started my fascination in sexuality research. One day I'll embark on my mission to read every bell hooks book possible.
I watch a lot of television, so much so I don't own a television. Need to keep that shit in check. As of late I've been consumed by Scandal, the Daily show, and every episode of Gilmore Girls Ever.
Larry and His Flask, The Blow, The Raincoats, Modest Mouse, Minus the bear, Against Me!, The Front Bottoms, Imogen Heap, Regina Spektor, Ani DiFranco, Kate Nash,Third Eye Blind, basically every soundtrack to trashy 90's films

My primary focuses are feminism, my cats, self-improvement, weed, bdsm, sexuality, all the gorgeous queers ive met, racism in america, my white privilege and how that intersects with my brasilian heritage, my cisprivilege, LGBTQ research, how to navigate tumblr, why can't I ever sleep in, why cant other people/events start super early as a result of my grandmotherly time schedule, how can I hate romanticism but be shamelessly romantic to my crushes.

Doing cartwheels on dark deserted roads and falling asleep to the west wing. Or I love Lucy. Either two are what does it for me. Fuck friday nights. I like tuesday afternoons. No school, minimal chores, I download some unheard radiolab podcast and I ride my bike until my body tells me I'm done. I photograph my journey, my city, and throughout the process I heal.

I don't like kissing with tongues. Never understood the appeal.
Also, too many open tabs give me anxiety. So do a million other things.

i'd love a local queer stoner who'd like to casually cuddle and/or go on 30 mile bike rides with me and teach me how to cook less unhealthy things. Or just watch Gilmore girls together and consume cupcakes shamelessly at 11pm. Or if you have a porch. Or a hammock. Bonus points: A hammock on a porch.
Otherwise I'd love a penpal. Physical letters, care packages, or just texts of cute cats or setting suns and daily anecdotes. Lezz be friends!
nocismenpls.