If you know me, please don't use my real name. I don't expect anonymity (I'm not that stupid), but I'd like to make it harder for clients and employers to locate this by just googling my name.
I'm 52, fat (fat-n-sassy, not fat-n-miserable), female, a teacher and occasional writer and living in a triad with Arthur (supergee) and Kevin (womzilla). We are childfree by choice, but we are human companions to a fluctuating one-to-two-digit number of pet fancy rats, all rescues. I'm intellectually tenacious, even aggressive, but laid-back, even lazy, about everything else, although I do love sex.
In an alternate world, I probably became a biology teacher. In this one, I'll take on almost anything having to do with English language and literature. I'm very glad to be able to make a living doing things that I enjoy, that I am good at, and that pay well per hour. Most things interest me. I work at a Korean-American academy that students attend after school, on weekends, and on holidays/vacations; this schedule led to my dubbing myself "bizarro teacher": bizarro teacher am busy while others rests, am resting while others busy.
My religion is a wonky kind of Christianity, influenced by early-modern neo-Platonism and Hermeticism. A quote from Gerard Manley Hopkins:
Awáy grief's gásping, | joyless days, dejection. Across my foundering deck shone A beacon, an eternal beam. | Flesh fade, and mortal trash Fáll to the resíduary worm; | world's wildfire, leave but ash: In a flash, at a trumpet crash, I am all at once what Christ is |, since he was what I am, and Thís Jack, jóke, poor pótsherd, | patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, Is immortal diamond.
And one from Steve Earle:
Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school
The two may well sum up all I have of doctrine, though not all my beliefs.