What's the deal with your nickname? How did you get it? If your nickname is self-explanatory, then tell everyone when you first started using the internet, and what was the first thing that made you say "wow, this isn't just a place for freaks after all?" Was it a website? Was it an email from a long-lost friend? Go on, spill it.
I make perfume, write articles on the occult (I'm in favor of it) and loosely blog for a living. There is very little I'm doing with my life that has anything to do with my formal education - I was in PR, mass communications, and higher education. I'm a rotten administrative assistant, because I just can't care about stupid details like whether paper is collated according to color. It looks like I've got some hidden talents as an entrepreneur.
Medea was a descriptive name for me in my late teens and early 20s. I was a very angry young woman, and I had a lot to be angry about. I've found a way to mellow without going through that touchy-feely forgiveness/therapy crap, but the well is still there and with proper maintenance it's a very effective fuel source.
I tend to be very blunt, and very anti-emo. I brook no nonsense, although I do tend to take even some of the most grave things in the world with a twinkle in my eye.
My homepage link goes to my Etsy perfumery. I'm also a big gal who likes to dress well, so this is my blog on plus size clothing:
Fat Chic
To haters: So what, we should run around naked until we're skinny enough? I'm not going to disappear, and you're not important enough to please. And we both know that you couldn't care less about my health, that's just a convenient excuse to be a troll. Stop being stupid.
You can also read my less frequently updated blog about natural materials/living and microbusiness here:
Magickal Realism Blog
I'm a naturalist, but not superstitious about it. In proper context, I like to try natural means to solve problems first and then step it up as needed - I just don't go straight to the DEET when judicious application of neem and citronella will work just fine at first. If they fail, however, hello chemical warfare.
I'm also an avid reader, I watch entirely too much television - blame the producers of Pushing Daisies and Chuck - and I spend about two hours a day working on my bellydance and yoga practice.
I am prone to setting things on fire. Oh, and I'm a biter.
