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. i'm thisclose to asexual, with rare bursts of libido, so i am not the one to contact for a hook-up.
i was already reeling from the shock of serious betrayal in my last relationship, and then i found out in late september that an ex of mine, who'd been in and out of my life for almost 9 years (and who, incidentally, i met on this site), died unexpectedly. our relationship was intense and tumultuous, the feelings we had for each other in conflict with our actual compatibility, the timing often poor, and our last words to each other were not kind. i had even thought about reaching out to him a couple of months before he died, but for whatever reason, i hesitated -- and i have to live with that for the rest of my life, but i can't for the life of me figure out how. i am completely fucked up over it, to an extent that honestly shocked me, and have toyed with the idea of stepping back from this site altogether, but i have some ancient messages on him from here. right now, i am just slogging through the days until sleep transports me outside of my pain for a few precious hours; hopefully, one of these days, i will wake up and feel happy.
basically, i am DAMAGED GOODS in every sense of the word. consider yourself warned.
but hey. pop surrealist art. quirky comics. makeup! the tireless pursuit of being dapper af. pervasive sleep deprivation. coffee. long chats around bonfires. boozy hot cocoa in the evenings. social justice & the tireless pursuit of fully inclusive intersectionality. 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 about 10 hours a day 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.