![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aubreymThe short answer:
A 30 year old woman from the East Coast, now living in San Francisco. I'm a therapist-in-training, a writer, a feminist, a polyamorous bisexual woman in a long term relationship with a man, a spiritual seeker.
The long answer:
I was born in a small town in Michigan. For the first few years of my life, I thought that town was the whole world. The few mile drive from my family's home to my grandparents' seemed to last forever. When my parents divorced, my mom, brother and I moved to Ann Arbor while my mom went to law school. Suddenly the world was much bigger than I had expected. And it's only gotten bigger. When mom graduated she went to a law firm in Washington DC and we moved to Maryland.
During high school I discovered the joys of alcohol, sex, pot, summer school, sleep deprivation, coffee, late-night games of Pictionary and strip-poker, and getting kicked out of my house. Most of this in my senior year, and most because of my boyfriend, Tom. (Who I am still with 13 years later. Scary.)
Despite all the shenanigans, I managed to graduate and get into college. Continuing with my string of 'M' states, I went to the University of Massachusetts, Amherst (aka Zoo Mass). Here I discovered my bisexuality, my feminism, my loathing of psychology statistics courses, my love of French Onion soup and the fact that rats make good dorm pets. I also learned that I can stand on my own two feet when Tom dumped me in my senior year. Though it was one of my hardest times, it was also a lesson I needed to learn. My world grew even wider.
After I graduated with my Bachelor's in English, I moved back to Maryland and discovered employers weren't exactly beating down my door. Since I had no clue what I wanted to be when I grew up, I chose to be an immigration paralegal in Virginia and moved there for 8 months, until Tom, who had since decided being without me was worse than being with me, graduated.
Finally we decided to move to San Francisco. Job-wise, it was best for him, since he's a computer geek. And I'd dreamed of moving to California ever since I read 'Tales of the City'. As a bisexual, hippie-wanna-be, writer, and all around freak, I figured San Francisco just might be the only city where I could actually fit in.
Fortunately that has been true. In my seven years here, I've had too many jobs, discovered what I want to be when I grow up (a novelist and therapist), marched topless in the dyke march, gotten a paddle broken over my ass at Folsom street fair, gotten a Master's degree in Psychology, gotten a corset, pierced my nipple, tattooed both breasts, read a million books, written not as much as I'd hoped, lost two rats, gained two more and lost them too, adopted two dogs, worked for two years as a grief counselor at a hospice, found truth in grief, healing from pain, found a good therapist and a bad one, found and lost friends, found and lost love, found and lost myself. I'm not ready to move, either.
The Truth:
I'm still discovering who I am. Sometimes I'm as sure of who I am as the sky is blue. Sometimes I'm as sure of who I am as the sky is when the fog rolls through. I hope to have an answer one day - but that would mean I'm stagnant, finished, and I don't want that.
The Reason:
I read for two reasons: To discover who I am and to know I'm not alone. I journal for the same reasons reflected out: So hopefully I can help someone else discover themselves and let them know they're not the only one "like that". After all, everyone is in this together.
The Warning:
If you know me, if you're family or friend, feel free to read this. But know you're only getting one side of me. One moment of my life. I may bitch and whine, or rant and scream, be happy, sad, whatever. I don't mean what I say here as a personal attack on anyone. I'm just being who I am in the second. And if you have something to say.. email me. Maybe I can clear it up for you.
A 30 year old woman from the East Coast, now living in San Francisco. I'm a therapist-in-training, a writer, a feminist, a polyamorous bisexual woman in a long term relationship with a man, a spiritual seeker.
The long answer:
I was born in a small town in Michigan. For the first few years of my life, I thought that town was the whole world. The few mile drive from my family's home to my grandparents' seemed to last forever. When my parents divorced, my mom, brother and I moved to Ann Arbor while my mom went to law school. Suddenly the world was much bigger than I had expected. And it's only gotten bigger. When mom graduated she went to a law firm in Washington DC and we moved to Maryland.
During high school I discovered the joys of alcohol, sex, pot, summer school, sleep deprivation, coffee, late-night games of Pictionary and strip-poker, and getting kicked out of my house. Most of this in my senior year, and most because of my boyfriend, Tom. (Who I am still with 13 years later. Scary.)
Despite all the shenanigans, I managed to graduate and get into college. Continuing with my string of 'M' states, I went to the University of Massachusetts, Amherst (aka Zoo Mass). Here I discovered my bisexuality, my feminism, my loathing of psychology statistics courses, my love of French Onion soup and the fact that rats make good dorm pets. I also learned that I can stand on my own two feet when Tom dumped me in my senior year. Though it was one of my hardest times, it was also a lesson I needed to learn. My world grew even wider.
After I graduated with my Bachelor's in English, I moved back to Maryland and discovered employers weren't exactly beating down my door. Since I had no clue what I wanted to be when I grew up, I chose to be an immigration paralegal in Virginia and moved there for 8 months, until Tom, who had since decided being without me was worse than being with me, graduated.
Finally we decided to move to San Francisco. Job-wise, it was best for him, since he's a computer geek. And I'd dreamed of moving to California ever since I read 'Tales of the City'. As a bisexual, hippie-wanna-be, writer, and all around freak, I figured San Francisco just might be the only city where I could actually fit in.
Fortunately that has been true. In my seven years here, I've had too many jobs, discovered what I want to be when I grow up (a novelist and therapist), marched topless in the dyke march, gotten a paddle broken over my ass at Folsom street fair, gotten a Master's degree in Psychology, gotten a corset, pierced my nipple, tattooed both breasts, read a million books, written not as much as I'd hoped, lost two rats, gained two more and lost them too, adopted two dogs, worked for two years as a grief counselor at a hospice, found truth in grief, healing from pain, found a good therapist and a bad one, found and lost friends, found and lost love, found and lost myself. I'm not ready to move, either.
The Truth:
I'm still discovering who I am. Sometimes I'm as sure of who I am as the sky is blue. Sometimes I'm as sure of who I am as the sky is when the fog rolls through. I hope to have an answer one day - but that would mean I'm stagnant, finished, and I don't want that.
The Reason:
I read for two reasons: To discover who I am and to know I'm not alone. I journal for the same reasons reflected out: So hopefully I can help someone else discover themselves and let them know they're not the only one "like that". After all, everyone is in this together.
The Warning:
If you know me, if you're family or friend, feel free to read this. But know you're only getting one side of me. One moment of my life. I may bitch and whine, or rant and scream, be happy, sad, whatever. I don't mean what I say here as a personal attack on anyone. I'm just being who I am in the second. And if you have something to say.. email me. Maybe I can clear it up for you.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2006-10-04 10:28 pm (UTC)Can I add ya? I'm always looking for peeps who have good perspective and are interesting writers.