I have a food blog that tries to combine food writing with intersectional critique. I own more than one book about Amish cooking.
I sing and play the ukulele. I'm working on a 5-song demo about cuckqueaning and conspiracy theories. My mom tried. She really did.
Helping new writers find their voice, which maybe isn't very sexy (or at the least, not something I can make pithy comments about), but is one of the things I like most about myself.
Sabotaging a promising date with an inappropriate excited rant about semiotics in pro wrestling or the evolution of the design canon of pinball.
Ruining your favorite song in my creepy clown falsetto.
Baking, scrambling eggs
Beating Mike Tyson's Punch Out.
The word "pseudomonarchia".
How/why Mayumi Ozaki's lipstick never smears.
Hard apple ciders.
Card stock and paper weight.
Allison Hayes' face from the poster of Attack of the 40 Foot Woman.
Lactation & breastfeeding other consenting adults.
The paintings of Yangyang Pan.
Lori Williams' navel in Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
My octopus tattoo.
The proper placement and quantity of buckles on certain footwear.
Books best read by fires vs books best read by the ocean.
you have nice feet and your pee is a color denoting proper hydration.
you denounce the evils of truth and love.
you liked Mario Tennis.
you wanna kick the shit out of me.
you are a femme who likes other femmes.
you like being choked (or want to choke me).
you like being tickled (or want to tickle me).
you have a tough time deciding between tea and food.
you want to fight for the cherry on top.