I'm British. Not the Downton Abby kind, but think more Lock Stock and Snatch. I'm part gypsy, part royalty.
I read tarot cards.
I'm a terrible cook, but that doesn't stop me from throwing a mean dinner party.
Sometimes I'm bleached blonde, sometimes I'm a brunette, depends on the time of year.
I drink a lot of coffee, read a lot of books, and try make it to yoga in the spaces in-between.
I play the fiddle when feeling particularly inspired and the house is empty, I have no natural talent at it, so try to spare the roommates hearing the same tune on repeat.
My undergrad was studio arts, I used to identify as a painter, however I don't paint much these days, other than small water colors in the park when it's sunny.
Banana pancakes. Sometimes with chocolate chips.
Talking. I'm a therapist, communication is vital to me.
I'm from North East London England, but have been in the States for 9 years, so my accent is something of a mix between British and Californian.
It throws people off when they first meet me.
-bell hooks! The HandMaids Tail, Stone Butch Blues, The Blind Assassin, Zami A New Spelling Of My Name, Fun Home, Gender Failure, Gypsy Boy, Even Cowgirls Get The Blues,
-Cloud Atlas, The Boat that Rocked, Submarine, Little Miss Sunshine, Benny and Joon, Thelma and Louise
-Yacht, Little Dragon, Cat Power, Metric, Talking Heads
- Delicious morning coffee.
- Dark Chocolate.
- My brown boots, that I call my pippi longstocking boots :)
- My book collection
- My brother who constantly saves my ass and prevents me from losing it.
I'm thinking how can I challenge the status quo of capitalism or patriarchy or the heteronormative hegemonic paradigm...
One, to be a dyke on a bike.
The other, not to die.
For now I'm on a bicycle, but I really truly want to learn how to ride a motor bike.