I am a woman who is beautiful, I am a woman who is intelligent. I am a woman trying to find her way through this excruciatingly painful thing we call life. Through the years, psychiatrists have gifted me with many different diagnoses.  Thus far, I continue to deny all of them. I am UNBOXABLE. Don’t get it twisted,  I can BOX….you do not want to get into a ring with me….but you can’t put me in a BOX, especially one with a label, and if you try…you better know how to BOX….just sayin… I AM: Charming, witty, funny, dreamy, screamy, honest, angelic, demonic,  intuitive, fanciful, over-reactive, angry, sweet, ex-dope fiend, petulant, unsane, genius, idiotic, truthful to a fault, eiditic memory, beautiful, sad, melancholy, aloof, clingy, maniacal, suicidal, dancing, old-fashioned, fuckin weird, sesquipedalian, exuberant, anxious, bipolar, fertile yet sterile, ambiguous, impulsive, impetuous, artistic, conspiracy enthusiast, moody, non-trusting, musical, flighty, drinks like a machine,  fear of rejection, prone to isolation, fearless, fearful, analytical, conservative yet liberal, irrational, enigmatic, low self-esteem projecting high self-esteem, positivity cheerleader for others, worried yet carelessly optimistic, sexy, sometimes argumentative, mentalist,  book-lover, procrastinator, initiate, loving, people-watcher, people-pleaser, numb, first-class twerker, major depressive, feelings denier, possibly some kind of schizo, definitely bipolar, drawn to the esoteric like a moth to a flame, ferocious, tender,  fierce, strong yet so very weak, prone to addictions, mediator and meditator, introvert, healer, lover and a fucking fighter….a paradox perified.

La mia persona ideale: A sugar daddy or a sugar mommy