i am independent, motivated, passionate, intense, forward, honest, smiling, open-minded, confident, and loving. i am a feminist. i am a liberal. i am always happy and i tend to enjoy myself wherever i am. i make the best of every situation. i'm a world traveler. i always speak my mind loudly and i stand up for what i believe in. i "do art". i use all mediums including acrylic, oils, chalk pastels, charcoal, metals, ceramics, and silk screens. i've been talking about sex and sexuality since i was old enough to speak. i am your personal sex therapist. i am an environmentalist. i am a hypochondriac. i wish i were a vegetarian. i try to eat everything organic. i love to change the color and cut of my hair. i have 14 piercings and 3 tattoos. i am slightly masochistic. my family is my life; they are my best friends. i love Canada. i love skateboarders, motorcyles, and dragonflies. Italy has my heart. i love the rain and i love thunderstorms. they make me want to cuddle. i love laughing and people who make me laugh. i love music that makes me want to dance. i excessively exaggerate. i love Beatles cover bands. i love oldies. my future husband should have to be an emcee. i always drive fast. my hell would be being stuck behind slow drivers and alarm clocks going off at all times. i forgive easily and i am always trusting. i love attention. i hate playing social games that we are forced into playing to gain love from another. i could eat artichokes every day till forever. i spend my saturday afternoons calling the numbers for bingo with elderly men and women---the older you get, the more love you need. sometimes i love to go to the gym. i am always understanding. i live to console. i wear my heart on my sleeve. i never lie. i love quoting Sage Francis and Jack Kerouac. id do anything for a lover or a friend. i love to love. ......"because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn burn burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." kerouac