If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
If I could have something named after me, it would be a library.
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
If I could have something named after me, it would be a library.
What makes you laugh?
I am one who finds joy in the smallest of delights. I laugh at many, many things. But I do not laugh at everything. There are some topics that don’t belong in levity.
What’s something most people don’t understand?
Most people don’t understand my asexuality. Like, they don’t get that sex is a non-priority for me, but I still enjoy other aspects of intimacy.
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
Honestly, I wish I could juggle. Not knives, but like, fruit or balls or something like that. Maybe that’s something I could try and take up this summer? I dunno.
What is your favorite type of weather?
I love a good, moody thunder. Especially one that comes on the tail of a blustery, late autumn day where it’s just cold enough to see your breath on every exhale, but warm enough that it can still rain without making it a nightmare to drive.
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
I have one: Mrs. White.
She was my first grade teacher and spanked me for reading. I got moved into a second grade class, then third when my reading and writing skills surpassed that of my peers. She didn’t get fired, but she did actively try to get me in trouble.
I also skipped fifth grade, I think? Maybe it was sixth. It that’s another story.
What do you wish you could do more every day?
What do I wish I could do more of? Be productive without pain.
Or write, if you want a non-depressing answer.
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
I want a spell-woven floral sleeve on my right arm. I’ll sketch up the general idea one of these days.
What activities do you lose yourself in?
Writing, drawing, and crocheting.
Are you superstitious?
I mean, yeah. I’m a witch. It comes with the territory.
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
Dear Self,
Did you make it to one hundred? If not, did you get planted under a tree? How’s the afterlife?
Where would you go on a shopping spree?
Well, that depends, honestly: is it a shopping spree for me? The world’s largest English-centric bookstore. Or just Amazon.
For a friend? Amazon.
For the local food pantry? Wherever I can help get them the most food that will actually help to feed people.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
“On a scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?”
Fucking makes me want to throw bricks at people’s heads. The answer is always at least a four. That’s my baseline. My body is always in pain. And I hate it.