LOS ANGELES, CA
What can I possibly say about myself that doesn’t come off as hackneyed, self-indulgent, or borderline narcissistic? Fuck if I know. Like, if I told you I’m self-actualized and well-adjusted, you’d probably think I’m full of shit, and, well, I wouldn’t entirely disagree.
So, I’ll keep it brief.
I’m an essayist, humanist, and part-time anarchist; a cis-gendered, not entirely straight vanilla woman who currently shares a bed with my sixty-five pound rescue dog, Sparky. We cuddle. We spoon. When I roll out of bed in the morning and my hair’s a disaster and I seriously need to brush my teeth, he doesn’t judge me for it.
I’m just here to express myself and maybe piss a few people off.