PLEASE STOP SENDING ME MESSAGES THAT JUST SAY "HI," or "you're pretty," (although telling me i'm pretty is okay if you're not a cis dude), "what's up," "message me back so we can talk more" etc etc. i know i'm pretty, almost nothing is ever up, and why message you back when you haven't actually said anything. i won't reply. please, have something to say -- something real, that is longer than one sentence -- even if you just have similar taste in movies/music/etc, you're a fellow spoonie (chronic illness sufferer), another lonely queer, or whatever else.
i'm disabled and often use a walking aid when out and about; i've been dumped by a physical therapist and neurosurgeon. i was prescribed aquatherapy, my last option before resorting to pretty extreme surgical intervention, upon meeting with a second neurosurgeon and am trying to get the ball rolling on that. i'm mentally ill. i'm queer. i'm a single parent. i long deeply for authentic connection to another human being, but don't know how on earth to get it, as i spend the vast majority of my time home alone, don't really get out much, and dint know how to socialize when i *am* out, at any rate. sometimes i wonder if i'm legitimately just kinda repellent? i'm also thisclose to asexual, with rare bursts of libido, so i am not the one to contact for a hook-up.
but hey. pop surrealist art. quirky comics. makeup! the tireless pursuit of being dapper af - honestly, i'm a little obsessed with fashion, or rather, my own personal sense of style. call it vain if you like; i call it self care, and finally having the aesthetic i always wanted. pervasive sleep deprivation. coffee. long chats around bonfires. boozy hot cocoa in the evenings. social justice & the tireless pursuit of intersectionality, constantly trying to deconstruct my own misconceptions and biases, learn more, understand more. chasing pennies in my online work. cuddling and giving superlative scalp-scritches. cooking. swimming holes, in nicer weather. chainsmoking on my porch whenever i'm not desperately trying to fuck up as little as possible as a mom.
i am a fulltime breadwinner and fulltime parent, working online with every minute of free time i have on top of staying at home with my kids ... so i'm generally pretty overwhelmed.
when it comes to non-fiction, mary roach, mark derr, and dr. sears are some of my favorites. also - maxime schwarz's "how the cows went mad," lt. col. dave grossman's "on killing: the psychological cost of learning to kill in war and society"; and "ghosts from the nursery: tracing the roots of violence" by robin karr-morse.
pan's labyrinth, four rooms, dead alive, noises off!, the in-laws, club dread, cabin in the woods, clue, dr. horrible's singalong blog, the emperor's new groove (shut up), etc.
shows ... sherlock, dexter, superjail!, squidbillies, doctor who, firefly, arrested development, it's always sunny in philadelphia, portlandia, supernatural, the increasingly poor decisions of todd margaret, home movies, whitest kids you know (hit or miss tho), mr show, ... etc.
music ... omg, really? too much. there are still genres i haven't been exposed to but i love music. fanfare ciocarlia, marchfourth marching band, and mclusky are my very very favorite bands, followed closely by future of the left. ummm. atmosphere, asylum street spankers, crooked still, sepultura, black keys, no means no, big black, blue highway, immortal technique... lots of stuff, i dunno!
i love food. all of it. indian, mexican, spanish, thai, ethiopian, vietnamese, the list goes on. as long as it's not an internal organ ... or bleu cheese (blech).
adding one for my own amusement, artists: jennybird alcantra, fuco ueda, greg simkins, caitlin hackett, edwin ushiro, michael hussar, so youn lee, madeline von foerster, amy sol, tara mcpherson, jean-pierre roy, trustocorp, camilla d'errico, josh keyes, bradley kunkle
you want to talk about life, the universe, and everything.
you love high energy brass music, especially Balkan brass music, and want to go to M4 or fanfare ciocarlia shows with me for awkward dancing.
you have zero expectations. and no, that is not code for "you want NSA sex." not interested. if that's what you're looking for, please go away.