I’ve been here, I’ve been there. I’ve wandered, both alone and on auto follow. I used to write a lot, but I lost that voice and found a few others. Picked up an old voice I hadn’t used for a while. Now it seems like it’s time to find this voice again, and find it in a new way. So here we are.
I suppose you should call me something. They tell me it’s easier for others if they can call me something. I’ve never done well with names for myself, this is no exception. Names as a general idea seem redundant to me, which is probably why I don’t do well at naming myself. I do much better with labels than I do with names. Lets just leave the names till later, it’s not really important to the story anyway.
I’ve felt like I’ve needed to start telling my story in full for a while. It’s a long complicated tale that’s still in progress. More complicated than soap operas in some cases. But not being a fan of linear storytelling, you’re going to get this story my way.
You come into this story while I’m in my mid-30s. I live in San Francisco and work for a porn website doing website QA. I am Polyamorous, Kinky, Bisexual, and Queer. I am extremely Liberal and an activist. I do drugs. I go to concerts and clubs. I am a Goth. I am Biracial. I am a Pagan. My chosen family means more to me than my blood family. I also hate people. I have chronic depression and anxiety, which I take drugs for. I also have had severe ADD and dyslexia all my life, as well as hearing and eye problems along the way.
I’m unsure how to start this, but this seems as good a start as any.
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