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6 April 1993
It's always a pain trying to sum up who and what you are in the space of a few words. Words that people will read and possibly like. I'm going to see if I can try- Stand back!

I live in London, have done my whole life. I have bouts of creativity that attack me like dogs after a hunk of meat and my muse is a whip wielding dominatrix who deletes the punctuation from my stories if I ignore her. I can write, draw, cut, stick, cook, decorate, talk, scream, moan, cry and dislocate my thumb on command.

I love the smell of wood, bleach, paint, white spirit and anything highly poisonous. Were it not highly toxic, I would probably roll in it.

I love music you probably know and won't like, or won't know but like. I like old things, antiques and clothes and anything broken, scratched and vintage. I love steampunk, it is my calling and old things make the historian in me orgasm violently. I'm a furniture whore and wallpaper maniac and love things that by definition, or not, class as weird.

Books are my friends. Pens and pencils and cardboard are my friends.

I love slash, or I wouldn't be here without it. And my main fandom is Sherlock Holmes and anything surrounding it. Although I will dabble in Batman, House MD, Merlin, HHG2G, and Cabin Pressure. I also write porn. And not your run of the mill porn. I make men orgasm with each other and do things to one another that would make the devil blush. If it's not your cup of tea, then that's ok, don't read it.

I like people so friend me if you want, I don't mind.

I'm trying to think of anything else to say.....hmmm.

Ah yes, if I can't sleep I count aeroplanes.


I'm 18 years old and above. I like rude things and will post them thusly on my journal. Whether you wish to venture or not is entirely of your own accord. :)