About me:
So, instead of the cryptic stuff I always put here I figured maybe I should actually tell ya'll something about me. Wee?
I like to joke that I'm a tomboy!(not!)goth, soccer mom; only in that... my daughter loves soccer. Mind you, I'm not really goth either but relatively speaking to most mothers of toddlers that I know... I am. Sad state of affairs? Nah, just lack of exposure. I'm not only talking about them... I'm talking about me. I'm looking ahead at my 30th birthday thinking, I guess I'm never really going to grow up... and I'm just fine with that... most days
I truly believe age is merely a number. My friends span generations. Some of my best friends are literally my mother's age or older. And some are a decade or more younger than me. If you can deal with me not being exactly like you then we're good.
Let's see... what else? Music, while it isn't my life, means a hell of a lot to me. I geuss because I view it as an expression of myself.
I'm also in a long-term committed relationship with another woman. Each day gets me closer to being more about sharing that love with the world unashamed... than the previous day.
Honestly, the state of GLBTI rights in America is a fucking joke. We're second class citizens where it counts. I don't expect a revolution to occur in my lifetime, all I can do is live a good, honest life with my girlfriend and hope that our example shows future generations that we aren't the deviants that certain groups portray us as.

I think some people are just sick of the way stories are told. Anyone that has studied writing knows that there are only a few basic stories, and these stories are told over and over again. That’s fine, that’s what you have to work with, but that doesn’t mean you have to tell them the same way. There are no rules about that. I think these types of stories are getting readers because people are also sick of reading stories told in the same way. ~ Gerard Way [*]
Who I'd like to meet:
Anyone that's worthwhile, loyal, and true. I'm tired of being used. I'm not a doormat and I'm not a stepping stone. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm not invisible and no one will make me feel that way ever again. I want to be wanted for me. If you can't handle that... well, get out of my way.
And if all you're going to spew at me is bullshit to make you look good while flashing a fake smile... go to hell, honestly. No one believes your crap. Least of all, me.