+ IN WHICH WE LEARN OF THE GIRL TRAPPED IN A WOMAN'S BODY +
I am a survivor, a warrior, a huntress and also, I am quite easily distracted by...shiny things. As I grow older, I find that easily applied labels tend to slip off when stuck to me. I am not liberal. I am not conservative. I am not progressive. I am not a neo-anything. I am not hip or punk or under or above ground. If there was a political party dedicated to the advancement of common sense policies over the morals of both current strongholds in American politics, I would be that party's Overlord for Life.
I am also impatient, I am crass, I am coarse, I am unapologetic. And none of this even scratches the surface. I will warn you though: NEVER mistake my confidence for arrogance.
In short, I don't put up with bullshit or plastic princesses in Lolita dresses. If that's your thing, kindly leave it at the door or screw.
+ + + WHAT THIS IS, THIS JOURNAL OF PHE + + +
This place is my safe spot. Even as LJ's star wanes into oblivion, I cannot let it go. There is 9 years and counting of my life chronicled here and wow. I've done more than perhaps was strictly necessary to cram into less than a decade. But if I leave, I will lose that. I can't do that, and I certainly can't leave a place that always takes me back when I stray. But my journal? Well, I have lived a lot of life in not a lot of time. I have a couple of failed marriages under my belt, and a child who lives with her father. I work a lot. I'm in trouble a lot. In spite of that, this is still mundane to some so if you're looking for mind-blowing intellectual discourse, philosophy, emo-ting, hipster geekdom or something of the macabre...