Here is my attempt:
I believe in astrology in the same way children who successfully play house believe in parenting. When I was younger, because I was the youngest at the time and the roles of mother and father were taken, I played the cat. I love animals. My first real pet was a black cat with smoky fur named Duchess. Duchess was a he. He was one of the only cats I have met that has fulfilled my personal credo: to love and be loved. Since his departure my heart throbs mostly at the sight of dogs. My family dog is a Yorkie named Oedipus who I rescued off the street. I never thought I would have a purse dog but now I understand why certain people and animals go together.
I read and write poetry. I obsess over social media (because my friends are everywhere) and for a short while I volunteered for an internationally acclaimed poetry journal as an on-call Facebook and Twitter junkie (Tumblr not so much). There is one book I read nearly every week of my life and if you ask kindly I will share its name with you. This should go without saying, but it is an blessing to have even lived just this once.
Long live the contortion of the sacred and profane.
Reading a lot of poetry.
Thinking about dogs (mostly corgis).
Neither of which are things I actually care about.
Please notice my smile. I guarantee for the most part it's sincere.
Deleuze & Guattari
Lacan. Lacan. Lacan.
All music without words.
Leave all boring propaganda at the door.
How one of side of the internet manages to remain right-wing.
How the internet has sides.
How my black grandmother reposted Donald Trump on Facebook.
Horse girls, tostadas, books that are tall and skinny. Twitter speak.
Destroying someone else's liquor cabinet.
Taking long, slow breaths as I step into the party.
Side note: Feminism.