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How Do You Identify?: Queer Sapiosexual Femme
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using betenoire's post as a rough template here...
I am both stronger and more fragile than I appear. I accomplish most of the things I do out of sheer persistence and willpower; I'm not naturally good at many things, but I will work hard to make it look easy. I am fiercely independent, and I think I can do most things better than you, or anyone else for that matter. Go ahead, prove me wrong.
If there is only one thing left and we both want it, I'll let you have it. Or if I really, really want it, I will convince you why it is more logical for me to have it.
I am all-day lipstain. I don't want to fuck with makeup more than once in a day. I'm no foundation most days, unless I have a pimple. Then, I'm very self-conscious. Eye makeup is reserved for days when I wear contacts, or very special occasions. I'm big, funky glasses.
I'm clear nail polish on my fingers, and God-only-knows-what-color-I-was-in-the-mood-for-the-day-I-got-a-pedicure on my toes. I have natural nails. Fake nails hold too many germs. My nails like to chip, so they are often filed to slightly different lengths. I think the middle one chips from hitting the roof of my car so much. I'm an aggressive, and fast, driver. I drive a stick. Don't ride my ass, or I will let you know what fun things you can do in a standard.
I love platforms, hair color, vintage jewelry, big, puffy skirts, and rouched dresses. I hate most patterns, but I'll probably wear it if it makes my body look good. I like to dance. I'm not that good at it, but if I can do it, anyone can. So, get your ass on the floor!
I am polite. I don't often forget pleases, thank yous, or have-a-nice-days. I open the door for everyone. If I let you open the door for me, recognize that I actually had to think about this, stop, let you catch up (I'm a fast walker), and let you open the door. I did this for you, because I know you like to feel chivalrous.
If I let you see any further than skin-deep with me, feel special. I will tell almost anyone what I do. If I tell you how I feel, you better listen. I'm not likely to repeat it.
I don't always know what I want, and I am not likely to ask for it. I am extremely affectionate until I feel rejected. Then, I am cold. Be careful what you say to me. I will internalize the things you may not want me to remember later. I need to cry sometimes, but it's hard to get me there. My trust is wavering - at times I don't even trust myself. So don't break it. It's very hard to repair.
I am opinionated and I cuss like a sailor. I won't cuss around your mom, or your kids, but I say fuck like it's fucking going out of style. It's a nice word, you should try it.
I am a Pisces. I'm moody and over-sensitive, I have the attention span of a 4-year old sometimes, and nothing moves me like music. You can write me a novel, and I'm more likely to cry at a song.
I have tattoos. I don't care what you think of them. I got them for me. Each reminds me of something important that I forgot once and swore never to forget again, and the quarter-sleeve on my arm made it possible for me to wear tank tops in public without worrying about how fat my arms are. It's not finished yet, and it probably won't be my last tat, though it will probably satiate me for a few years.
I'm terrible with names. I wish that weren't so.
I contradict myself constantly. Pointing that out is likely to get you nowhere. I have lazy days, but I'm generally very hardworking, just not at the things I probably should work hard at. I'm more likely to work my ass off doing something for you than for myself. I give and give and give and give, and when I've given too much, I retreat inside myself. I've been known to run to the convent for solace and inner reflection. I use religion like a drug, but I pray every night.
I'm very maternal. If I don't have a child of my own, I'm likely to have people or pets I take care of. Family members, friends who need help, random homeless people, stray animals... I'm a sucker for someone in need. You can help me make rational decisions, but don't try to discourage this, or I will end up mothering you. And believe me, you don't want that.
Oh, and did I mention I'm long-winded? Maybe that goes without saying...
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