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I just gotta be me, man, I just gotta be free. Free to be me. Born to slide, ride to live. Groovy chicky, satanic hippie, often retarded, discarded, ignored, adored, and ALWAYS terribly bored. Profound. Grease and love. Love me, baby. Yow! I just moved to San Francisco, city of kink. I endured an entire year of Redneckville while getting my masters, sacrificing for my education, ya know. And now its done and here I am. I am. I am a biologist, as soon as I get a job. I'm 24 years old, and I feel 70. I need some Yoga in my life. I want a therapist.
I have serious issues. I love to dance but don't like to be naked. I like grey skies and butterflies (in my belly or yours) but I dont like rain. I'm terrified of pain, so needles save me. Holes in my body overcome some THING. I tend to panic. Those rings sing and calm me. I hate parades and festivals and crowds. And bright light. I'm afraid of the dark, and of the middle. I hate the word "fine."

I'm mostly red not yellow and sometimes blue but never black. I'm a taurus. INFP. Kinda cat, totally un-dog. My closest friends have always been boys. I used to wish I was a boy, sometimes I still do.