28 years, 11 months and three weeks old. Born and raised on the edge of the New Forest, Southampton, England. I love stories. I have always had two or more books on the go at once and have done ever since I can remember. I have lots of things going on at once. Expert multitasker! I got into cult TV with the X Files when I was 12, and have followed a lot of fandoms since 1999. Years and years of online geekery. Lots of shows, books, bands, newsgroups, communities, forums. Haha. I've had my flings and obsessions, but am always looking for the next best thing. I love drama. Characters and words and dialogue. I love to dance; I teach ballet to little ones. I can sing and write awesome melodies, but can't write lyrics (despite the love of words!) I've been in a number of bands. I'm emotional; not logical in the slightest. I got A*s and As at school in the arts and humanities subjects, and Cs in maths and science and stuff with numbers. Numbers mess with my brainz. Oh and I got a C in drama, because I forgot to do an essay. Oops. I got an AS level at school in drama too, actually. My school was a normal comprehensive, but it was quite an upmarket one? Haha. Loved acting and performing and being on stage, but was always too shy to prove it. Then I dropped all that because I thought I had to get serious. When I was growing up I wanted to be a doctor, vet, nurse, midwife in that order. A desire to help people. I started on a vague career path to get there, but I had 'moderate' depression when I was trying to do the sciencey A levels, and gave up after a year. I ended up getting an advanced GNVQ in IT and an office job instead. I saw that as the easy route in a way. Sod the dream, just get some money in! I wanted to get a camper van and take off. I still do. I regretted getting into office work in the end, the money was rubbish, I hated being a c0rporate h0r and I quit after five years (and a pretty harsh breakdown) to walk dogs and dance about in the woods, where I belong. My fabulous GP, Dr Gallagher, tells me I'm worth more than that. I don't agree. I think I have the best job in the world. I have always loved dogs and I grew up with them. I am doing an English degree, 'cause of all the lovely stories. I'm the proprietor of Mutts & Mops
. I'm also thinking about getting my dance qualifications so I can teach, and am hoping to get gigs with my current band. So, I have a lot of opportunities really. Lots of open doors. I have always made sure I always have open doors. I can't stand the idea of being trapped somewhere I don't want to be. My CV is a right old mixed bag. Cleaning, shop jobs, office work, doggy work. Every time I apply for a job I get invited for interview, but I can never sell myself to the companies in person, and never get offered the good jobs. Being one's own boss is the ideal situation. I have recurring dreams about trains.
I'm nice and I sometimes wish I wasn't. I can't bear to see anybody upset or hurt, even if I dislike them. It's a weakness. I love music, it's the best thing in the world... from death metal to trance to '80s pop to glam rock. I go to a lot of gigs. I'm very introverted and self-conscious, but sociable. I love to drink and dance, but I'm not much of a party animal. I do make an effort and I do tend to 'perform' haha. I'm mildly misanthropic - I rant and rave about foolish humans, but I am empathetic and completely understand people and their motives, even if I don't want to. I'm prone to anger, and this sometimes worries me. Sometimes I wonder if I do love people and even if I have a heart, and that makes me feel sick and wrong. I still battle with depression, on and off. I'm very independent, enjoy my own company and think nothing of doing anything on my own, but I also have a large circle of friends who I consider my family, and I talk about them all as if they are so. Some of them are married and shit now, and they've had babies, and moved away, and generally became grown-ups. Haha. I am not a grown-up and don't think I ever will be. I'm concerned about planet Earth and her animals, a total liberal hippy idealist. Boyfriends and girlfriends are not my area (thank you for that, Moff), even though I have tried and tried to get behind... all that, and maybe caused a bit of upset on the way. To keep people in my life. To be like everybody else, I guess. Loneliness. Silliness. Been fun trying, though. One of those things you assume will happen to you one day, but it never really does. I don't identify with any gender. When I was little I knew I was a little girl, and I was fine with that. I assumed I'd grow up to be a woman, and in my mind I never did. I wish to live in an ideal world where we can be acknowledged as neither/a third gender if we chose. Of course, this is not an ideal world, so I'll happily be a 'she' and a 'her' and wear kinky boots and glitter and tights and dresses. I can put up with the pronouns, but no presumptions and judgements if you please. I've always dressed a bit goth. I can't wear heels. I have dark brown hair which is growing out, driving me nuts, and slowly heading towards greydom. I have always grown it really long and then cut it all off, always going for the noticeable difference! It's also been dyed every colour you can think of. I recently decided though, after doing this most of my teenage and adult life, that short hair does not really suit me. I have large, wonky facial features and blue & yellow eyes. I have thumbs like Megan Fox (fit), crooked teeth like my dad, and I inherited my mum's super-oily skin. I might get acne all my life, but I won't get very wrinkly. I got picked on in school a bit and always thought I was an ugly person, but think I can look quite human in some photos. I have manly shoulders, feminine hips and was quite overweight until recently. I'm back to the same weight I was when I was 18, but I've never been skinny. I'm 5'6 and a half and generally healthy, apart from a few of those ailments we have to put up with - chronic IBS, eczema and asthma. I have an artificial eye and am currently looking for somebody to make me a completely black one, silver one and an orange one. My mum does not like the sound of this.( moar meame lawl )