AboutGreetings, stalkers! If you're reading this, I can only assume that you want to know more about who I am. Unfortunately for you, that's not something you can learn just by reading a few paragraphs. You'll have to actually interact with me if you wish to know who I am. That said, I'll do my best to provide you with an accurate, albeit heavily abridged summery of me, myself, and I.
I have an MM in violin performance, and I make my living as a freelance musician and violin teacher. More recently, I've also started working part-time in substance abuse recovery. I love the work I do.
I'm gay, poly, and married to an amazing man who has had the kindness and patience to deal with my bullshit for far longer than anyone could rightly be expected to do so, but I've finally given up telling him he could do better. We have a wonderful life together, and I can't imagine my life without him. We're also involved with two more wonderful men and we're all one big, happy, atypical family. I know it all probably sounds like a recipe for crazy drama and heartbreak, but in defiance of all logic, it isn't like that at all. We're all quite happy together. Feel free to ask me about it if you're curious. So long as you're respectful, I'd be more than happy to answer any questions you may have.
I have two amazing horses and live with one awesome, freaky-smart cat. I love animals, and I can't imagine living without them.
Beyond that, you'll just have to talk to me if you want to know more! I prefer to actually interact a little with people before adding them to my friends list, but please feel free to drop me a line. I love random PMs, and I'm generally happy to chat with anyone about anything. I'm always willing to offer advice or listen if you need to talk.
And for those of you who like lists...
History of medicine
History of torture
History of execution
Prohibition of drugs
Lack of empathy/compassion
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Hermaphroditic snail love
For oak and elm have pleasant leaves
That in the spring-time shoot:
But grim to see is the gallows-tree,
With its adder-bitten root,
And, green or dry, a man must die
Before it bears its fruit
L'enfer, c'est les autres