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.::. ChiChi was raised in a teeny tiny Pentecostal community by a big family of conservative bigots... Thank goodness that's over. And that the brainwashing didn't take..::.

.::. I have blue eyes and red hair past my hips. I practically glow in the dark because I avoid sunlight like the plague; I burn in under ten minutes. Not kidding. I'm 5'10", a Capricorn, and my exact age is none of your business. ;) If you message me, don't expect much conversation. I'm shy to all kinds of extremes, and strangers freak me out. I am a lesbian, neither femme nor butch, and a solitary Dianic (12 years in Nov '06). That I'm extremely liberal shouldn't come as a surprise. I am pro-choice and pro-same sex marriage. Harbour prejudice against any of the above? You'd do well to click the little candy-red 'X' at the corner of your screen now. I have zero tolerance for racists, homophobes, religious superiorists, or bigots in general. I'm a poor college student who has tentative plans to open a psych practice concentrating on adolescents and lgbt concerns, when I eventually graduate. First and foremost, I'm a writer. I love words. I'm also a poet and artist (pretty much any medium). I tend to be pretty open about myself with some people, but paranoid around most because of some past Very Bad Things. I'm a cuddler/snuggler/kisser/hugger... I'm a lover, but I will most definitely fight for my friends. I protect them fiercely, because they are my family..::.

.::. My reproductive organs have not shrivelled up just because I don't like penis. I want children. A couple of them, actually. I collect books, movies, shiny knick-knacks, and techo-gadgets. I like movies in general, westerns not included, and Joss Whedon is the patron deity of good teevee. Currently, I'm trying to rebuild my collections of, well, everything because my house burned to the ground in April of this year. I sleep during the day and am active at night. No, I don't fancy myself a vampire- my internal clock has never been set for diurnal activity. I love winter. I'm pwnz0red by a small black dog named George. Intelligence comes first, in what I find attractive - I'd rather not have to explain big words to my significant other as I've had to with my cousins and friends all my life. Girls in boys' clothes do rate pretty high on my awesomeness scale, though. Girls who act like stereotypical macho guys don't, though. If I wanted an obnoxious male belching on the sofa with his hand down his pants, I'd own one. Er, anyway. I also like really big knit sweaters with sleeves that reach past my fingertips. That's me. .::.