flightless bird (an introduction)

In a word? Overdramatic. Which apparently isn't a word. Hmm.

The way I identify myself online changes often, but at my core I'm a dreamer--everything else in my life stems from that identity. It's hard for me to describe myself except by the things I love, so here we go:

My favourite colour is orange. I like to spell things the British way. I am a queer Mormon. I am a writer, a poet, an artist, a photographer, a singer, and I love to crochet and knit. I feel the relentless and often ridiculous urge to spread the wings I don't have--just check out my poetry to see I abuse the bird metaphor a lot. In fact, I abuse all sorts of metaphors--I'm surprised some special metaphor protection group hasn't hauled me off yet! I love rain and storms, and dream of retreating to an ivy-covered estate in Wales where I can wander the misty moors in a long white dress. Because I'm silly like that.

That's about it for now; I'm sure I'll add to this as things occur to me to add.