Your Rockstar Name Is...
Venus Firecrotch What's Your Rockstar Name?
I’ll start off by saying – don’t assume that I know you just because you post on a message board with me under the name of “Freeda’sAfro” and your screen name here is “BubbasLilDevil” or “Charlie’s Mom”. I will see your friend invite and deny it because chances are I have no idea what you look like. Nor do I remember the fact that you have 9 tattoos or 4 kids or a python named Bertha, trust me. Kindly drop me a message and remind me from whence you came, danke!
What about me? I always envy those that can type out a few paragraphs about themselves on these profiles and have them make sense. I have a difficult time and I think most of this will be complete nonsense to anyone but me. Tomorrow I may think whatever I write today is inappropriate. The day after I may think it’s too safe. The day after I may think I told everyone too much. The day after that it’s all woefully inadequate. Next week I’ll scream my secrets from the mountaintops. Today I love myself. Tomorrow my ass is too round. This minute salty sounds good. A minute from now Splenda is splendid. I don’t give a crap what anyone thinks of me this week but next week I’m appalled they got the wrong impression. I’m a feminine feminist tomboy that shaves my legs and believes that chivalry is not and should not be dead. I’ll wear false eyelashes and catch a black widow spider in a jar for fun.
I haven’t been called a dichotomy for nothing. I just think diversity makes life more interesting.
I’m a mother, daughter, sister, lover, aunt, friend, co-worker & confidant. I majored in fashion but I love my job in the wine industry. I like to cook when it suits me. I’m hardheaded when I’m passionate about something but willing to listen and consider your point of view. I’m somewhat jaded by humanity but hold on to hope for it. I’m stoic when I need to be but will cry at a dogfood commercial. I’m loyal almost to a fault – meaning that if I care about you then it takes quite a lot of walking all over me before I’ll turn away from you. It takes a hell of a lot of hurt before I’ll get it but I really try to see the good in even the darkest of people. I always have to believe there is that spark of light somewhere in there.
I wear my heart on my sleeve. Yes, I do, even when I try very hard not to. You may not know it when I'm blue but, dammit, you and everyone around you WILL know it when I am happy. I spread the squee.
I’ve lived in Arizona, Wisconsin, Texas, New York and California. I still consider New York City ‘home’ even after living here in sunny Los Angeles for almost 9 years. I’ve visited Japan, Germany and England and hope for more travel in the future because I can’t get enough of it. Different language that I don’t speak a word of?? Count me in – it’s an adventure.
My boy Hunter is 9 years old and the most brilliant child on the planet – don’t bother arguing with that. Not only is Hunter completely brilliant (student of the monthssss plural) but he knows more in nearly every aspect of life than most adults I’ve met. I’m his teacher and I’m his student.
I have *the* most brilliant and fantastic man in my life. Please note the number one spot on my friend's list. He taught me that the relationship I always wanted and always dreamed about and ALWAYS held out hope for....

DOES EXIST.

Not only does it exist but I found it. I'm blessed.
Although an amateur, I am a photography freak. I just love to take pictures. I try not to scare people with this aspect of my personality. I have to force myself not to carry my camera everywhere. I am never bored with my Fuji with me because even a nail becomes the most fascinating of subjects.
I believe every year is the best year of my life and I *WILL* make it so.
Hocine bibo aut in eum digitos insero?