Female

Mother, singer, dancer, dreamer. Reserved, loyal, passionate, languid. INTJ. An old soul with a bad attitude. The girl next door with a chainsaw in the shed. I'm a little bit bellydancey, a little bit burlesquey, a lot introverted... which is kind of weird, no?

Others have described me as follows:

"She sucks light." "She has the personality of a wet mop."

Maybe they were right. So why are you here? For that matter...why am I? I'm so damned "self-aware" it's painful.

I have a lot of opinions, but am too introverted to look you in the eye when I speak. But I can spew it in literary form to beat all. Deal with it. As well, I'm not here to meet boys (even boys that think they're men.) Just to avoid any possible confusion. I'm open to friends, though. Friends are good.