The bare facts are: I am 29, I work at Company X which is a pseudonym for a large computer company, and I live in Seattle.

With a little more elaboration: I am, at this writing (June 2004), about four months away from my 30th birthday. I have been blessed with a stable career doing things that only a few people know how--or want to know how--to do. I don't talk about my job online at all, quite deliberately.

I have been living in Seattle for seven years this year. Before that, I lived in Iowa City, IA for a few years; four years of sweat and tears and cold, cold winters in the name of getting a piece of paper that says I have a degree in linguistics. And before that, I spent seventeen years in San Jose, California.

Yes, the change was a bit of a shock.

I am in a blissfully happy triad; my better two-thirds are named Bryan and Laura, and they're married to each other. I've also recently started dating a friend of mine named Graham, and that seems to be going just peachy. My social schedule is quite happily full at this point. I'm not certain what I've done to deserve three such amazing people, but I'm glad that I do.

I'm about a 5.2 on the Kinsey scale; mostly lesbian with just a little bit of attraction to men left over. I can count the number of guys I've found at all attractive in the last seven years on two hands (and I'm currently involved with two of them). I have been blessed with a very large and loving chosen family, and I have a strong network of friends, despite my introverted habits. I am easy to love but difficult to live with. I have been in polyamarous relationships and in monogamous relationships, and though I'm basically polyamarous I can be monogamous if it's required.

I am an extreme introvert and I have something called Central Auditory Processing Disorder that makes spoken speech difficult for me to understand. The combination of the two things means I prize time alone beyond pearls.

I was called to belong to one particular manifestation of Diety when I was very young. While I not-so-occasionally struggle with my faith, it's mostly a struggle on the "you want me to do WHAT?" level. I wall her out, and she seeps in through the cracks. I turn my back, and because she's ancient as the tide, she waits for me to come back. I've spent some very moonless nights looking into what could probably pass for the abyss at first glance. I've had times when she's deserted me; I've had times when she was really altogether too much with me. She comes and goes.

Mostly, I call that being a pagan. Because it's the only word that comes close to fitting.

I own a townhouse and share it with my three felines, who I think of as less pets than short, furry roommates who don't do dishes. I get depressed in the winter and love the spring and summer. I am an INTJ (used to be an INFP), a sextuple Libra (sun, rising sign, and four planets in Libra, thankyouverymuch), a wood Tiger born under seven-red, Black Irish, and a force of nature. My elements are Air and Earth.

In my spare time, I'm an unrepentant geek; there are more computers than living inhabitants in the house. I also make art journals and sew blank books. My one true calling is writing, though; I write poetry and short stories, and have several novels that would really like me to write them. I am a voracious reader and keep the Seattle Public Library sending me a steady stream of books. I occasionally (very occasionally, these days, since I don't surf the Web for fun as much as I used to) write for Memepool.

Physically, I have paleish, freckled skin, dark hair, and eyes that change color with my mood along the green-blue-grey continuum. I don't like my feet very much. I've got two tattoos and two piercings, and plan on getting another piercing in the very near future. I look like thousands of other Irish girls, and have one of those faces that reminds everyone of someone they lost a long time ago.

My life is filled with light and love and color, I am in love with the place where I'm living, and life, overall, is very, very sweet.