Female

38

I only have one life to live, so I try to fill it up with absolutely everything that interests me. I have whims of steel. I'm some sort of crazy art jock, because I'm an erstwhile DJ, multi-disciplinary artist, costume designer, dancer, writer, web designer, lover of boots, martial artist (goju ryu karate-do, Wu-style t'ai chi chu'an, Hung Gar kung fu, Praying Mantis kung fu, and a wee spot of Wing Chun, Choy Li Fut, and European-style fencing), long-distance bicyclist, fitness instructor, actor, gym monkey, model (figure, photo, and fashion), metal artist, weaver, scholar, tamer of pigeons, and chinchilla breeder (I didn't breed them personally; they took care of that themselves). I've also managed a comic/game shop, worked with horses, raised champion (and not so champion) dairy goats, been a botanic illustrator, camp counsellor, stage actor, art gallery attendant, theatre sound tech., public relations maven, reservations agent, and landscape gardener, and I also helped organize a protest. I like to keep myself busy.

My passions are for the beauty and potential of human and animal movement. I want to know how to bound about like a squirrel, swivel my head like a pigeon, do grand leaps like an antelope, sinuate like a serpent, and scale walls like Jackie Chan. In the meantime, I suffice with walking from one room to another without stubbing my toe and by practicing my dance and my martial arts. The irony is that throughout my school years, I hated physical education, and did my best to disappear during gym class. Of course, that probably had more to do with the instructors and other students than anything else. I went to some bad schools.

I studied metal arts and jewellery design at the New Brunswick College of Craft and Design and worked primarily with sterling silver. I'm currently an unemployed bum, but seeking to remedy that. Here's hoping my next job is much better than the last one (call centre drone).

I left the craft school to pursue my studies in movement arts. I teach Middle Eastern and tribal fusion dance, am a tribal fusion, North American cabaret, and experimental dancer, and I also sell my self-published dance costuming books.

I am a compulsive chronicler. I am compelled to write down my experiences, both to share with others and to maintain a backup for my own faulty memory. If I can't remember something on my own, at least my writings can serve as a remembrance.

My brain works in mysterious ways. I have synaesthesia. I often see sounds, and some cause me physical pain. I interpret pain in strange ways. Some wrist locks which would leave anyone else screaming in agony don't register as pain at all. And sometimes when I get injured, it feels like that body part is going to vomit (my knees, for instance, will experience nausea). I live with ever-present visual hallucinations due to migraine status aura. I see what look like strobe lights, flickering puddles of oil, and wires and ropes shooting out at me. I know they're not real, but that doesn't keep me from jumping away from them, from time to time.

I have illogical phobias of Astroboy and anthropomorphic potatos.

I'm extremely interested in stories, whether they be new (modern cinema) or ancient (mythology). I would love to have worked on a degree in folkloric studies, but such a programme isn't offered anywhere I can afford. So I did the next best thing and graduated with a double major in English (drama) and Classics (civilization) and a minor in Fine Arts (creative writing). It only goes to follow that I enjoy role-playing games, too: games focusing on story rather than dice-rolling.

I'm also an ex-Jehovah's Witness (JW), which means if you're a JW, you could be disfellowshipped for reading my apostasy-ridden stuff. Well, technically speaking, I was never actually a JW, because I didn't ever get baptized, but still, over twenty years indoctrination counts in my books. I was fourth-generation JW, with its roots going back in my family to before JWs were even called JWs. Anyhow, I'm completely out of that nasty sect, and so is my sister, and maybe even my evil grandmother. My parents are still firmly mired in the misogynistic, elitist, Leave It to Beaver Land that is JWs. I can't imagine them leaving any time soon.