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In which I rock the vague, precise, precisely vague, and vaguely precise answers.
Where were you born?
Detroit. For real. Although when my parents took me home from the hospital that was outside the city limits.
Who do you love?
My girl. My family, of all kinds. My friends. Fandom in all its permutations. Real people, fictional people, lots of people.
Did you have a cat when you were little?
No, we never had pets.
Who hurt you biggest?
Somebody who didn't mean to, who I've long since forgiven.
How do you stay alive?
It just seems to happen.
What color are your eyes?
Hazel. A mix of light brown and a very light greenish.
What color is your aura?
Blue, maybe? Blue sounds right. Or maybe I am just thinking of that one X-Files fic that I never finished but Iulia really, really liked. I seem to recall that blue was a good color to be.
What color is your underwear?
A sadly boring beige, just now. The ones I have been buying lately come in black/pink/beige three-packs, so I have lots of basic colors.
How many people have you abandoned?
Two.
What’s your favorite food?
Bread. Bread bread bread. Mmm bread.
Did you like school?
I liked parts of school, or the idea of school. I was good at school in the way where teachers liked me and I got good grades, but in retrospect I could have gotten a lot more out of it and I spent a lot of time just wanting to get out, or having checked out mentally and going through the motions.
Do you want more?
Yes.
What does it mean to be in love?
I feel like I either have no idea, because I never have been, or I have no idea, because I have been for so long.
Do you believe in magic?
I don't not believe in it. Or at least, I don't want to not believe in it.
Do people think you’re crazy?
Non-neurotypical, let's say.
Are you?
Not as much as I'm sometimes afraid I am, or as much as I wish I was so it could explain everything I find difficult. But maybe a little more than I give myself credit for.
How old were you when you realized you’re all alone?
Eleven and twenty-two are times I remember being really really aware of it.
How old were you when you realized you’re not alone?
Fourteen, fifteen, seventeen, twenty, twenty-two twice. Twenty-two was a busy year.
How do you wield power?
With, uh... my boobs? Unless I'm at work, then I wield power by repeated and unwavering reference to The Rules.
What’s your favorite outfit?
Probably some variation of jeans and a hoodie. Favorite newest jeans and favorite ancient raggedy black hoodie, probably.
What helps you sleep?
Near-total darkness and music playing at volume setting 5 on my iPod dock and my tendinitis-combating wrist braces strapped just exactly tight enough.
What flavors make you gag?
Cherry cough medicine, and anything else that falls into that flavor territory of cloying-artificial-fruit-covering-something-bitter.
Do you feel beautiful?
More often than I used to, but it doesn't cross my mind one way or the other very often.
Are you afraid of the dark?
Just a little neck-crawly bit.
Do you believe in reincarnation?
Nope.
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