I'm not male. I'm not bisexual. I'm a genderqueer asexual androgynophile. I'm also a logophile (word lover) with a semicolon fetish. I still haven't found a word for "fetish for creating new words, or for watching others creating new words".

When I'm not indulging in correcting people's language online, I travel across Sweden giving lectures. No, not about language stuff; about Asperger's and ADHD. I like blogging, creating stuff and discussing feminism, LGBT rights and Asperger's/ADHD.

Oh, the correcting people's language thing? Don't worry. I never correct without consent, I don't look down on people who make spelling mistakes, and I don't expect you to understand it.

I'm pretty good at straight-forward and sincere communication. I make great vinaigrette salad dressing (though I can't cook). But my main skill is questioning conventions.

That I'm talking to myself.

Mary Wollstonecraft. Karin Boye. Michel Foucault. And so on.

Unruled notebook, pen, phone, headphones, water bottle, glasses.

how other people perceive the world, why people behave the way they do, and how to be a better person.

reading some exciting new report on autism, organizing my desk drawers, or sorting computer files.

I actually don't mind Comic Sans.

And, oh, I almost forgot: I'm trans. It's not much of a secret, really. Not like coming out as a font pervert.