Whose world do you live in? It isn’t mine.
Have you lived my life? Seen through my eyes?
And if you walked ten thousand miles in my shoes, would you view the world just as I do?
I find it hard to identify myself. What does that even mean? Am I supposed to pick one adjective, one qualifier, and have it accurately and completely represent my entire person? Nahh, intersectionalities are very real, and I think too much.
I am an only child American African, Congolese, demisexual, pan-romantic, cis-gendered, métisse female of upper middle class, with empathic distress that worsened excruciatingly after my cousin (of the same age) jumped in front of a train and killed himself before I turned eighteen. So far as I know, these are the big things that influence my life, my thoughts, and my actions.
I enjoy reading, sometimes thinking, sometimes writing, always music, Always puzzles and Always stories.
Joss Whedon (for Buffy) and Daniel Handler (aka Lemony Snicket) are two of my favorite creators ever, which is made wonderful by the fact that we’re all Wes alumni. I wish my school could claim Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie as well, but I’ll have to forge some connection to her other than my intense love for her work. Ah well.