I'm a fickle chick happily married to my soul mate. I'm a fag hag who thinks (or more accurately wishes) that everyone is gay. I'm a gay man trapped in a woman's body. I'm a bead artist with jewelry ideas constantly dancing in my head. I'm a late blooming rebel which usually manifests in doing something odd to my hair. I'm a urban hippie - I like to wear the clothes but not do the work. I embrace freaks because I embrace my own inner freak. I have a twisted sense of humor that others may not understand but it makes my hubby giggle so that's all that matters. I have plans and goals that never seem to get accomplished because of the procrastinating monster that lives in my head but I'm working on slaying him. I'm still trying to find myself but I'm convinced I'm in Hawaii.