Short summary:

 

I like bright things.

And loud sounds.

 

Long summary (FIND YOUR PILLOW, PLZ DON'T DROOL--IT'S GROSS):

 

I dream of a world where people are safe from nonconsensual harm,

scarcity is eliminated and everyone has the equal opportunities to explore non- destructive fantasies and ambitions.

However, I believe you have the right to destroy yourself though. And only yourself.

 

Open access journals and libraries open to the public make me giddy.

Restricting access to information makes me angry.

Codified knowledge should be rendered accessible ---> as best it can.

Citizen scientists and autodidacts remind me to love humans more than machines.

 

I am all about access. To anything and everything, everyone, everywhere.

I'm also about responsible use of your access, knowledge, talents and one life.

 

Biology is just the beginning. Spirituality is a choice. And technology is improvement. (Or destruction -- life is what you make of it.)

 

I am all about more improvement. Always. With everything. (Positive.) (Usually.)

 

Everything is made to be broken. And made better.

Remember this when people break stuff. And you.

 

I profess and declare:

No weapons.

Allegiances.

Or guaranteed tomorrow.

And roughly 15 dollars in My Little Pony toys. THEY SIT ON MY DESK, OKAY?

 

If this is not grandiose enough we can review my philosophy another day at length ^.~

 

Of course, I am a real person with boring mundane chores to do: laundry, shopping, cleaning.

Of course, I suffer real defeats: huge bills, corporeal sufferings, missed shoe sales, ex-relationships.

Of course, I have a lot of weird loves: broken glass, Victorian architecture, used book stores, unique paint jobs on vintage vehicles, personal histories, patterns visual or conceptual.

 

But, in the immediate, I love the virtually real -- the imaginary, the fetishized, the dark, the doll, the image over the word.

 

Love first. Everything else second.

 

Oh....and I'm a confirmed ambivert (with introverted leanings).

 

Left handed. Short. Periodically loud. And living in hope that my joy always rises in proportion to my sorrow. <3

 

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It's a mistake to think a person is ever just one thing. One mode. One function. One voice. One tone. I am many. =^.^=

 

I don't usually post-process second life or real life snapshots on this flickr. Just not enough time. WYSIWYG! <3

 

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