Aaaaand here's the thing; I'm autistic. Not everyone believes this at first, 'cause I've spent 40 odd years building strategies to get around the way my brain takes in EVERYTHING and tries to think about it all at once. I'm told this basically means I think and act like a cat. That's a win in my eyes, but I thought I'd better warn you.
It doesn't mean I have no empathy or emotions. However, it does mean that I react to situations in what are apparently incredibly odd ways. Endearingly so, I'm claiming. I'm neurodiverse and MASSIVELY proud of it.
Also: gender fluid, more towards the femme side of things, if you want a horrid binary view of it...
You might notice the amount of nail varnish and eyeliner I have going on. Some people wish to comment on this. Sadly, some of those people are the reason I paint my middle fingernail red. Underlines my reply to them.
Cats. There's one near me now. She looks a bit like a feather boa with claws.
Electronic music. And punk. And hip hop. And blues. And BOWIE. Small sob.
Art. Performance. Coffee. Same thing. Just try and argue. What are you, the OKC police?
A huge selection of fancy coats and outfits. A large amount of faux fur and pvc is involved.
Running. And comics. And film. Because numerical lists can sod off.