NymphDaen

I'm a 16-year-old boy trapped in an woman's body. I like video games, girls and all manner of Ren-Faire-esque escapism. I think if I'd been born a man, I think I'd probably be 100 pounds overweight with a full beard, LARPing around the country-side at this very minute. I can kinda draw - sorta. I posted some of my (older) work in a blog a while back but that's a pain to go digging through and it's not that great in the first place so I doubt I'll re-post it anywhere anytime soon. LOVES: ◊ Ramen Noodles of any sort. The more complicated, the better.
◊ Singing in the Shower - or trying to
◊ Getting PIX Messages
◊ Birthmarks
◊ My Wacom Tablet
◊ Nighttime
◊ Accents (yes, even Southern ones)
◊ Green
◊ Tea
◊ Green Tea
◊ A Full Gas Tank
◊ Olives and nearly any permutation thereof
◊ Animals (You can't hug your children with nuclear arms)
◊ grr grr grr
◊ Green Amber
◊ When old people laugh. 'Specially when they have really husky voices and/or wheeze a little. I dunno - 's just always been very infectious to me. Particularly if it's at someone else's expense.
◊ Soup
◊ Rotoscoping
◊ Popping my shoulders
◊ Canned Air
◊ Wet Cats
◊ eBay
◊ Celtic Knots
◊ Accordians
◊ Hummus
◊ Clearance Racks
◊ Saris
◊ Photoshop Photoshop Photoshop
◊ The way coffee beans smell
◊ Banjo ANYTHING
◊ Long Hair - actually, hair at all; long hair is just so versatile
◊ Whisper-yelling
◊ Fangs
◊ Waxing Anything. On myself, that is. I actually love a bit of hair on guys, and I really respect women who don't feel the need to adapt themselves to an unnatural 'ideal' cooked up by a society afraid of their own bodies; it's just something I tried on a whim and when the crying was over, it was really cool
◊ Conifers. Ginko trees. Weeping Willows. Basically trees.
◊ Whippersnappers
◊ Tartan
◊ The sound it makes when you drive on gravel
◊ My hookah
◊ Bubble Wrap
◊ The Moon
◊ Totem Poles
◊ Fireflies
◊ Champagne
◊ When Animals Yawn
◊ Bikinis (On other people)
◊ Burning Marshmallows
◊ Really Really Pale Skin and Really Really Dark Skin
◊ Bass Riffs and Drum Solos
◊ Scars
◊ Being the first in a jar of Peanut Butter
◊ Gray days
◊ The Crew - I can't imagine life without it. Well, I thought I couldn't, but I found out - quite by chance - that apparently it no longer exists. So I guess I can imagine life without it. Oh well
◊ Tree Canopies
◊ Mom's cooking
◊ The way the air feels just before it rains
◊ Garter belts and thigh-highs
◊ Crazy Fonts
◊ The Word "Font"
◊ RenFaire anything
◊ The smell of real Vanilla Extract
◊ Dragonflies
◊ Wheatfields
◊ Juiceboxes
◊ Kiwifruit
◊ That ridge of muscle just above a guy's hips
◊ Bite marks
◊ 4" and 5" heels (basically, as tall as they can get before they start getting the stripper platforms, and still not be ballet fetish shoes - though those ARE pretty neat)
◊ Flamenco Guitar
◊ When people have two different-colored eyes
◊ Fat babies
◊ Asian babies
◊ Fat Asian babies
◊ Sweat running down your face when you work out
◊ Honey in the comb
◊ Making cookies
◊ Shoulders
◊ Bruises
◊ Big fat fuzzy bumblebees
◊ When pretty girls wear dresses. I've always kinda just felt that for me to wear a dress, it has to be some kind of occasion, and also for a huge part of my life, I've been so tomboyish that the thought never seriously crossed my mind in the first place. But when other girls wear dresses just for the heck of it, it's just really cute♥
◊ Lingonberries
◊ Wikipedia
◊ Hi-fives
◊ Strong eyebrows
◊ Castlevania music and anything even remotely resembling it
◊ Bats
◊ The smell of a match striking
◊ The show "How It's Made" on Discovery Channel
◊ Seeing really old couples holding hands
◊ And last but not least, my HeupleBear. And apparently, he loves me too.
HATES: ♦ Humidity
♦ Flies. Yeah, yeah, who LOVES em. But my dislike of them extends FAR beyond the average person's. It verges on mania.
♦ People who have NO CONCEPT of bathroom etiquette. When I'm emptying the contents of my bladder, striking up a conversation is - one would think - the FURTHEST thing from my mind. And yet it KEEPS HAPPENING.
♦ Shallow People. I'd almost rather put up with someone I hate as long as they can actually can string two words together that have any meaning.
♦ Active-X
♦ When a good song is killed by excessive play
♦ Eye boogs
♦ When I refuse a certain food because I'm Vegan and people say, "There's gotta be like HARDLY ANY butter in that." Like it fucking matters HOW MUCH there is. If I rubbed my hands down in dog shit and then made you a cake, would you eat it? There's gotta be like HARDLY ANY shit in that. It's not the fucking proportions that matter, damn it.
♦ Cell phones louder than your average screaming toddler (Also, I've noticed that the volume of the ring seems to be directly proportionate to the annoyingness of the ringtone)
♦ Floor-length T-shirts (such a creative interpretation of the English language. Clearly, they're dresses)
♦ When people bring infants to concerts. It's dangerous, it's selfish, and ow! their poor little ears!
♦ When people say 'itch' when they mean 'scratch'. Though it is a handy indicator of one's intelligence. Like walking around with your mouth open.
♦ The sound of my voice
♦ When people show off suicide-attempt scars like they're something cool. (I hope you're reading this)
♦ When people brag about drug use like it's something cool
♦ My inability to handle caffeine. Or alcohol.
♦ Talking on the phone
♦ Chain Letters
♦ When girls mangle their eyebrows. WHYYYY?!?!?
♦ Pressing "1" to do a transaction in my own language. (Those who know me know that this is a particularly poignant issue with me. I'm all for immigration. But if you're gonna live here, You Speak English. If I were to visit Berlin, no I'm not going to learn fluent German. But if I'm MOVING there, you bet your ass I'm gonna learn German, or I can expect to NOT get the service I need at the grocery store, metro, hospital, etc. It's rude and downright conceited to think that a whole country should pander to ME, and then have the gall to wonder why everyone hates me.)
♦ Vanilla-scented anything. If it isn't real, keep it aWAY.
♦ The Militantly Religious
♦ My trick rib
♦ Mama's Boys
♦ The way dollars smell. And pennies. Hell, currency at all. Stinky. (I imagine the way dollars smell at a stripclub must be atrocious)
♦ Dirty dreadlocks. I would say dreads at all, but I have seen (though it is rare, mind you) dreads that have been carefully kept and they can look pretty cool.
♦ Commercials in movie theaters
♦ People