|I'm an outspoken natural redhead. I spend a great portion of my time lusting after unattainable and often fictional men. I write lots of stories about said fictional men having hot sex with each other. Problem?
If you put a book in front of me, I'll read it. Especially partial to Stephen King, Robert McCammon, S. E. Hinton, Laurell K. Hamilton, Dean Koontz and Jonathan Kellerman. King's Dark Tower series, in my humble opinion, is the greatest work of fiction that has ever graced this planet. I am often moved to tears by the poetry of e. e. cummings, Robert Browning, William Blake and Robert Frost.
I spend a great deal of my hard-earned money getting tattoos. I have eleven, to date.
Music rules my life. The lyrics to my soul were most obviously written by a god named Jim Steinman. Meat Loaf's voice gives me chills and Sebastian Bach could probably sing me into orgasm.
I smoke like a chimney, drink expensive coffee and all sorts of other things that are detrimental to my health and well-being.
I have no love for your god, or your organized religion. I have no political affiliations, and am happy to keep it as such. I refuse to judge people based on gender, race, religion, sexual orientation or their personal life decisions. Live and let live. Just don't hurt animals, or I'll hate you for the rest of my life.
I refuse verbal debate. My opinions are mine, and yours are yours. You won't change my mind, and I don't care about changing yours. But if you want to throw some blows, tell me when and where.
Please feel free to add me as a friend. I don't update my journal that often, but I love reading my flist, and wish to associate myself with people of all backgrounds.
As long as you can live with the fact that I curse like a fuckin' sailor and constantly talk about gay sex, of course.