So what do you need to know?
To the naked eye I conform to the social norms, well sorta, but in my head...I'm a rebel.
I walk with a cane but don't be fooled 'cause inside me is a kick-ass deamon hunter and if I stand on my little box I can even get into bed all by myself.
I love complex, sweet, well-crafted, sensual, funny, scary stories and I aspire, one day, to write them. Until then I write anyway because it makes me happy.
I love my family like I love to breathe.
I find myself occasionally wondering if two tattoos is enough for someone as ancient as I.
I take happiness wherever I find it because no eulogy I have ever heard mentioned dying of too much happiness.
I hold my true friends close.
I have met Death and he's a poppet.
I smile when people tut at the myriad sliver skulls I wear
I have seen enough of life to know it is wonderful
There, now you will know me if we meet.