First: @L.O.R.D - We got the same birthday! High five!
Second: I go by TJ, which is a pen name because I have a job that wouldn't necessarily love finding out that I am writing a BL fantasy novel and posting it online. I am partial to eating and paying my rent on time, so until I can pay my way through life via my sweet, sweet gay romances, I will be keeping my real name under wraps.
The following, however, is all true:
I live in the mountains, I have two cats that ARE MY SOUL, and I have a significant other who is also pretty great. He is adorable because he encourages me to write every day by saying, "I want bedtime stories." Admit it - you just melted. It's okay. We all did.
I identify as bi and gender queer, primarily female. (Also things my job wouldn't love. Yes, I need a new job. Or 100 subs ) Currently I have purple hair. Next month, who knows. Either way, it will be short and the sides will be buzzed - I have the reverse problem of Samson and feel entirely powerless when my hair grows too long.
I love weight lifting: My current deadlift max is 185 lbs, and kettlebell swing and snatch are two of my favorite exercises. When I grow up I want to be a mini-Hulk without the temper issues. As it is, I am pudgy and I'm angry about it. Someday the switch will flip.
I have my masters in English. According to the colleges I went to, that qualifies me to make snooty remarks about very boring books. But have you ever actually sat down and read The Wasteland? Frankly, I prefer Cats. Everyone who caught the connection between the two - congratulations. You are also qualified to make snooty remarks about very boring books. It is a lonely club, but it is ours.
My humor tends toward the sarcastic side (I'm sure I needed to spell that out), but if you meet me, one of two things will happen: 1) I will be terribly shy and awkward, or 2) I will feel an innate magnetic pull toward you, decide that you are, in fact, "good people," and talk your ear off. This is how I met my first best friend when I was nine. She told me later that she thought I was weird. Her opinion has not changed. A year later, she moved three states away. My family followed. Ten years ago, she moved six states away to attend college and build a life for herself. Thanks to the internet and our mutual love of writing things we'd rather not show our parents, she still can't get rid of me. If I ever decide to orchestrate a meetup, consider this your warning.
In all reality, I have been described as the therapist for my friend group, the ball of sunshine that ruins other people's perfectly bad moods, and the annoying optimist. No seriously, a coworker of mine once described me to my face as annoyingly optimistic. Somehow she managed to make it sound like a compliment, and for that show of social dexterity, I commend her.
This post was entirely too much fun to write. I look foward to reading other people's responses and checking their work out