Yeah. So, there's a lot to a person, and I've lost a lot of my faith in bios. So, here's the basics: I'm 5'6" on a tall day, weight variable depending on how many burgers I've scarfed lately, born in 1984 (so, yeah, I'm a teenager), living in the only place in the world that I consider to have real trees but sadly also has a severe logging problem, and--oh, yeah--I'm queer.

I know a lot of people have a problem with that. Allow me to point out that that is your problem, not mine. I'm where I need to be. If you can't accept that, then get your pasty white ass the hell out of my website and go find a religion that caters to bigots.

I'm a writer. Mostly poetry, a fair amount of fiction. I finished my first novel last winter, and I've had a couple of poems published in reputable magazines. Hey, it's a start, right?

I've been Pagan since 1996, when I picked up a book on my sister's floor (my sister not being in her room at the time--okay, yeah, I was a dishonest little freak, but I've gotten better about that) called Wicca: A Guide to the Solitary Practitioner, and fell in love. Totally, seriously, right off the bat. It was like coming home.

I don't know what else to say. What I read? What I eat? What sites I surf? What color my hair is?

What does it matter, really?

I've been in tough times. I've been between the rock and the hard place, Scylla and Charybdis, and if you need help, I'll give it a shot. Just remember that we're all on this planet together, okay?