Forty-seven.
Poet, writer, editor; a graphomaniac, for sure.
Loves the sound of rain, the smell of homemade ratatouille, the pleasure of company, and the serenity of solitude--not all in that order.
Reads way too much; possibly a bibliomaniac.
Otaku since 1990; fujoshi since 2002. Slash fan and advocate of gender-bending/blending.
Loves Japanese style, gypsy music, manga, anime, Russian poets and poetry over all.
Super keen on movies, crime drama, satire, bad puns, and art.
Fat chick--not into thinspo, fatspo, or any spo.
People watcher, eavesdropper, and fond of hidden places.
Singer in a Sunday choir. No, really.
Speaker of Spanish, French, and Portuguese.
In love with libraries.
Misses the pleasure of sitting on a porch greatly.
Personal assistant to a fighting, biting lightning-fast tuxedo cat.
Working on my first book of poetry--look for Set List in 2012!
Alive and living in the City Beautiful, a/k/a Coral Gables.
25. Something you’re currently worrying about. (Short version, I promise.)
I’m not going to regale you with tales of all the beasties in my closet, under my bed, squeaking at 3 a.m. as the foundation of my studio settles, yet again!
Nor am I about to launch into the distresses of the upcoming election cycle, mercury poisoning from tuna, or whether I could get a nosebleed from trying on a pair of Louboutins.
Oh, I’m a magnet for neuroses—free-floating and otherwise. I make no bones about that.
But what worries me now, and has since 2009, is the sort of worry people half my age wrangle with: how can I live on my own? It’s really a mundane worry catch-all: how to find work, pay rent, buy food, chat up someone I find appealing. And it floors me, in my 40s, to be playing catch-up.
26. Things you like, and dislike, about yourself.
Not waiting for the Valentine’s rush: I’m not crazy about the fact that I have, on more than one occasion, spoken without thinking. I dislike it when I assume something wrongly. I dislike the fact that I’m clumsy, narrow-hipped, and have a high voice.
That said, I like the fact that I write, and that I can write well. I like the way I sing. I like that my legs are strong, and take me where I want to go. I like my hands, especially when I’ve got my favorite rings on.
*Feel free to use this as part of any micropoem!
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