I aspire to be a consumptive late-Victorian vampish heroine with a 14 inch waist and questionable taste in hats, but unfortunately I'm also rather fond of cake, swearing like a sailor and doing all manner of terrible things. Truthfully, I suspect I'm probably a bit more like the syphillitic, gin-drinking whores even Jack the Ripper wouldn't have bothered with....

.... but a girl can dream.

Some interesting facts you should probably know about me:
1. I'm almost certainly filthier than you. If you think not, we should talk.
2. I've thrown people out of bed in the past for liking Kaiser Chiefs. With no remorse whatsoever. You don't need to share my encyclopaedic geekitude when it comes to music, but there's no excuse for just plain having crap taste.
3. I'm not a sweet girl, a good girl, or the girl next door. I'm a feminist fatale with a keen brain, a vicious sense of humour and am the kind of girl your mother warned you about running into on a dark night ... while simultaneously being someone mothers tend to like. People who describe themselves as 'normal' or 'nice' and I are probably not going to get along. I like people who are not afraid to show their mettle; I'm not afraid to show mine.
4. I'm very open about things other people wouldn't dream of revealing about themselves, and deeply secretive about others.

We weirdos sniff each other out. Eventually.

Having spent the last year or so struggling to make ends meet as an "independent scholar", I'm finally caving in and starting a PhD. Only partially because screwing in libraries is hot, honest.

Living in Hackney. Living as hard and as fully as said ends allow.

In case you're wondering, yes, I am non-monogamous*, committedly so, but not evangelical about it. Despite being a bit of a closed book to most, I love and cherish intimacy; that third space somewhere between close friends and lovers is where you'll see the best of me.

*the word "polyamory" makes me sick up a bit in my mouth and invokes images of unfortunate looking goths holding hands in a circle, talking about their "sweeties" and thanking The Goddess. Not my style. I'm more (and I hate it, but it's true) hipster than hippy. I don't want to celebrate how much you all wuv your "sweeties" and pander to your superiority complexes about how honest and compassionate and MARVELLOUS you all are. Non-monogamies fuck up as much as monogamies, and we're all capable of behaving badly. On that note, irritating_poly_happy_people, please take your smug and kindly shove it up your arse. If we're going to get along, you're most definitely not one of THEM. I thank you.

Several unmentionables...

My hair, generally.

The dirty glint in my eye that gives it all away.

That I'm almost certainly wearing awesome shoes.

Books: by people like, and not exclusively...: James Joyce, Judith Butler, Rosi Braidotti, Donna Haraway, Gilles Deleuze (& Felix Guattari), William S Burroughs, Old Icelandic sagas, Alasdair Gray, Emmanual Levinas, Ian McEwan, Michel Foucault, Henri Bergson, Martin Heidegger, Bruno Latour, Karen Barad, Helene Cixous, Friedrich Nietzsche, Elizabeth Grosz, Walter Benjamin, Toni Morrison, Simone Weil, Brian Massumi, Seamus Heaney, Luce Irigaray, Angela Carter, Antonin Artaud, all the Brit Romantics, Algernon Swinburne, Georges Bataille, Samuel Beckett, Harold Pinter, Dorothy Parker, Evelyn Waugh.

Movies: movies are my biggest arts weakness. However, if pushed, I do love most things by Michael Haneke, film noir, Robert Bresson and Singin' in the Rain.

Music: Aphex Twin, Rufus Wainwright, 60s garage, punk and surf, Joanna Newsom, Bjork, Burial, The Cure, Arcade Fire, New Order, My Bloody Valentine, nuggets & pebbles, Crystal Stilts, Mountain Goats, Slowdive, everything Nick Cave, Sonic Yoof, Pixies, Bowie, The Handsome Family, Smashing Pumpkins, Billy Childish, Be Your Own PET, Wire, Gang of Four, Boards of Canada, Animal Collective, Godspeed!, Judy Garland, Deerhunter, Stephen Sondheim, Film School, Panda Bear, Hole, Bauhaus, Ramones, Deftones, dubstep and grime, PiL, Black Flag, Nina Simone, Deerhoof, Michael Nyman, Cramps, Suede, Mr Scruff, Devendra Banhart, Polly Jean Harvey, Can, Serge Gainsbourg, The Tiger Lillies, Devo, Laibach, The Decemberists, Kate Bush, Einsturzende Neubauten, Lou Reed, The Magnetic Fields, Dead Kennedys, Kraftwerk, Neil Young, Four Tet, Bikini Kill, Joy Division, Pulp, Brian Eno, April March, Le Tigre, The Raincoats, Spacemen 3, Nico, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cabaret Voltaire, Negativland, Throbbing Gristle, The Breeders, Joan Jett, The Hidden Cameras, The Stooges, Vashti Bunyan

sex; solitude; cynical idealism; irony; words; my extraordinary friends

Sex, intimacy, love, music

Cruising for crackwhores.

No, not really.

Taking cra...

Okay, in truth, probably out somewhere in East London both aghast and enthralled by the local "wildlife", sloshing down wine.

If I haven't anything better to do, that is...

I have a phobia of bananas.

You think you can keep up with me.