After holding out for years and staying on the other social networking website that my 18-year-old sister calls "MySpace for old people," I caved in and got a damn profile as a present to my friend Kara. But only after she begged. And promised to put me in her top friends. And leave me lots of comments.
Me? Well I'm just your average mid-twenties biracial high femme fat queer new New Yorker who beginning to fall in love with a city that I always knew I'd end up in some day. Life is good.
