A proud heretic, I don't like wearing shoes. I rarely wear a bra. I don't belive in God, nor killing, hating, or infringing upon others' civil rights in God's name. I have a huge birthmark on my butt(my sisters teased me about it, affectionately called me "poop butt"). I'm selfish. I love music. I love women. I love men. I love nature; warm breezes, thunder storms, flowers, morning mist, the beach, the smell of sap, maple syrup, wild strawberries and the bright overgrown green of the willow in my mom's ex-boyfriend's backyard. I love that satiated feeling of home to be found under the weight of a lover's body, the adrenaline rush you get from a really amazing kiss. I love to laugh in groups. I love dancing to loud hip-hop & techno music all night and waking up with sore muscles. I love my sisters. I love baking chocolate-chip cookies at 3AM. I am an existentialist at heart, and I must admit I am inclined towards hedonism. I have a healthy respect for the mechanics and aesthetics of the human body, and a new fascination for art in nudity and nudity in art, and sexuality, intimacy...the inner and outer workings of human courtship. I
("if only you knew what I was wearing underneath...") I think).
"Un burro sabe mas que tu, hombre." ("A donkey knows more than you, man.")
Writing has come to occupy a pretty good chunk of my life. The past two years were spent at IAA as a Creative Writing Major. I would like to do the whole prolific 'poet' thing, of course. However, I will need some sort of income(not to mention work ethic). I think I might go into teaching. Maybe travel writing...or editing somewhere, a magazine or newspaper. If I'm lucky, I'll work the classy night club/lounge circuit some day. Singing, I mean. Or, if all else fails, I could always jump start my career as a supermodel or an exotic dancer... For now, I'm focusing on applying to college and hoping against hope that I will recieve some massive scholarship and just become some completely different, fascinating, amazingly talented person overnight...