[insert a pretentious & long-winded description of myself here; included are eyes like emeralds, hair like a streaky blond and red sunset, a generous bosom, and charming laugh.]
Now for the real one. I am an anxiety-filled, depression-laden, tea-swilling, Regency-romance-reading, therapy-needing(-and-getting), cat-loving bibliophile with no delusions of grandeur. I studied history, and it endlessly fascinates me. I prefer kindness in my boon companions, and if you’re filled with hate, don’t bother. I try to be tolerant of many things, but racism, bigotry, misogyny, and willfull stupidity are not among them.
I’m not famous for anything. I’m in my mid-30s. I am a white cis female. I am a feminist.
I am found in words.