I am a brightly colored flower from a sea of leather and chaps. I love to write about everything I see, hear and think. I love language, hearing the foundations of our cultures. I am an artist, not with a brush or a photographer's lens, but of the pen. I dream of countless adventures in faraway lands. Dreams so vivid I forget that reality exists. I'm not known for my passivity, but my aggression. I defend that which I love with passion and emotion, until the very last hopeless moment.. I hide my insecurities behind pompous rhetoric and flowery eloquence. I'm illogical, scatter-brained.