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.
You might notice the amount of nail varnish and eyeliner I have going on. Feel free to draw your own conclusions.
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 certain amount of faux fur and pvc is involved.
Running. And comics. And film. Because numerical lists can sod off.