So what do you need to know?

To the naked eye I conform to the social norms, sort of, but in my head...I'm a rebel.

I walk with a cane but don't be fooled as somewhere inside me is a kick-ass daemon hunter and if I stand on my little box I can even get into bed all by myself.

I love complex, well crafted, funny, scary, sweet, strange, sensual stories and I aspire, one day, to write them...until then, I write anyway because it makes me happy.

I love/need my family (the few that are left) like i love/need to breath.

I find myself occasionally wondering whether two tattoos is enough for someone as ancient as I?

I take happiness wherever I can find it because no eulogy I ever heard mentions dying from too much happiness.

I hold my true friends close.

I have met Death and he was a poppet.

I smile when people tut at the myriad silver skulls I wear.

I have seen enough of the world to know it is wonderful.

There, now you will know me when you meet me.

DeansBabyBird 13.01.13