Scribeofclio, 35

I love words.

That's the first thing you should know about me, the single most salient detail about my life. I love words. I love the physical act of forming them -- long vowels vocalizing themselves into infinite existence, sibilant rushes of air, the soft-hard stops of consonants, and the humming, purring feel of the whole word. I love etymology, and can trace the histories of words with the same loving care that some people know their genealogies. I love words in the context of writing: Their connotations, the meanings that they pick up from the words and paragraphs around them. I love collecting them, using them, defining them, and pondering them.

Unsurprisingly, I'm a linguistics major at UCD.

I'm also intensely fond of all animals. I have three pet birds, upon whom I lavish adoration without stint.

I'm a vegetarian, a commie-pinko-socialist (ahem, "liberal"). I pick up trash in parks when I see it. I'm a hardcore feminist. I cry when I see people hit their kids in public. I think minorities get a tougher break than most people will admit to. My moral code is important to me, but I'm also tolerant of other ways of living in the world.

I love art in all its forms. My mother was the art and dance reporter for the local paper when I was growing up, so I went everywhere with her: To play, musicals, operas, concerts, museums. A childhood spent among artists has instilled an appreciation for art so deep and pure it remains somewhat childlike in nature.

I'm very silly sometimes, and very somber at others. I consider myself a good friend: Nonjudgmental, caring, attentive, smart. I've never broken a promise.

I'm deeply romantic, mostly gay, and seldom traditional. I love classic gothic novels and and surrealism. I have strong views on Alfred Jarry and Jean Baudrillard and Descartes.

When I fall in love, I fall hard. I pamper my lover with attention, with smiles, with everything sweet or kind or good that