Until last year I battled bureaucracy, supposedly in the name of grassroots, social justice projects, especially in eastern Europe. Amongst other things, I was sometimes rewarded with enough money to pay for life's necessities and a few of its surpluses. Now I'm kind of carrying on the same, with a significant decrease in bureaucracy (and income).
What comes next is a big question mark. I am fighting the urge to dive into the first thing that comes along. And trying to keep this in mind: https://www.jacobinmag.com/2014/01/in-the-name-of-love/
I like paisley, sushi, tickle fights, open source, wandering around free museums, zines, ears, booksbooksbooks, freak outs, letters in the mail, roller derby, diy, fake moustaches, cycling, anarchism, subversive cross-stitching, polyamory, earthships, underground everything, weight lifting, gin, finding treasures in charity shops/junk stalls, seaweed (but not between my toes), ellipses, mashed potatoes, independent art, asparagus, saunas, infrequent writing spurts, real ale, scalp massages, lists, train travel, androgyny, autonomy, cloudy cider, geeky games, gardens full of food, musical things, ice skating, pacman, et cetera.
If you are racist, sexist, classist, ableist, ageist, heterosexist, transphobic, fascist... I will probably tell you to suck an egg and maybe make you cry.
What's with all the gender binary stuff on this thing? I am queer and see myself as a woman only insofar as that is how the outside world tends to socially construct me. Genderqueer fits well and I like gender-neutral pronouns, please.