UPDATE: As of 8/10, we regret to inform our rabid screaming fans that Maya is officially off the market (and not for a recall this time). You should have tried harder.
Where does one begin in these things?
I'm 6' tall. My hair is dyed bright red because I'm a sexy biatch like that. Well, it used to be anyway. But I'm still a sexy biatch. I've got pretty damned nice legs if I do say so myself (and I'm not the only one who does). Bike messengering gave me an ass and an attitude, and I'm proud to have both. I'm young and chipper and I like skies and wind and inclement weather (so long as I don't have to work in it). Fog and streetlamps, rain and laughter, snow and playfulness--these are made to be together.
I'm an EMT, which means that wherever I go I secretly hope there's a terrible accident. I want to go sledding on a longboard and find a pretty girl who I can work with so we can make out in the back of the bus. I want to sit out on the roof of my building and watch people go by like ants on the street below. My first love will always be my city and I could never betray her for another. But that's okay, she's not a jealous lover.
I have to give all my love to my 'Lelica, bestest partner ever. She keeps me going on those days when you just want to break a mirror and bring it back into Brooklyn. Of all the people out at TC, she's the one I trust the most to bring me home at the end of my tour. And she kicks my ass when it needs kicked... especially when there's a cute FDNY tech involved and I'm being a huge-ass wimp. And thank GOD we don't have to work the Bronx anymore...
I'm a poetwritersingerdancerguitaristphotographer and I love laughter. I don't play games and I get straight to the point. I like action-adventures and comedies and dramas and I have very little patience for stupid humor. I'm smart enough to know who's not and I'm wise enough to know who else is. If I put my foot down on a landmine I want it to be full-force and if my steps are heavy it's because I'm ready for the ground to explode.
I've never broken a bone but I want to (when I have health insurance). I once abused the 911 system to cut time in triage... and it failed. My favorite patients are the crazy ones and it's because I see myself in them, watch their mental patterns and see some of my own. I do more healing with words than I do with bandages, which is surprising and annoying and should change soon. I've watched a man splatter his own dialysis machine with blood and I've watched a woman break her water all over my partner, and I am under no illusion that I've seen it all.
I've been found sitting reading on top of crosswalk signs on Broadway and crawling through abandoned factories in Greenpoint. I've stared out of windows of the Empire State Building when I was delivering a package and fell so much in love with my city again that I swooned. I love anything that's been abandoned and left to decay. I've never been arrested (though I came close) and I wish I could be, just once. I tell stories of being covered in mud and I say it like I hated it but secretly I loved it.
I'm crazy and dykish and somewhere in the world between butch and femme. I guess I'm a tomboy?
Website design stolen (and then tweaked) from the friendly yet disturbingly hideous gremlins at pimp-my-profile.com. Those dirty, dirty gremlins.
