About This Woman

1. My name is Amelia. I’m 32 year old lesbian living in North East Minneapolis with my girlfriend, my 12 year old son, and two boxer dogs.
2. I’ve been married twice. My first husband and I have no contact. My 2nd husband and I are best friends. We co-parent with the best of them and I see him at least five times a week. I love that.
3. I am nearly incapable of communicating with strangers. To the point that the cable installation appointment that is about to happen in the next fifteen minutes required me to take a klonopin.
4. I wish that I had enough money to own a hobby farm in the country and a loft in the city. I want to raise chickens and goats, but I’m too much of a city girl to commit to that full time.
5. I hate the telephone. If you call, I won’t answer. It will go to voice mail and I’ll return your call once I know what you want and the call will last less than 3 minutes. Texting is the way to go with me.
6. If given the opportunity, I would sell everything I own, pack up a van, and move to Mexico City.
7. I’ve never been to Mexico City.
8. I have hobbit feet, manly hairy legs, fuzzy arms, and grow hair on my chin. Thank you, heritage.
9. The hateful relationship I have with my body is physically exhausting at times.
10. I don’t get attached to physical objects. I toss things away with no thought of emotion. I would much rather live happily and at peace than have all the material objects I could ever dream of. Don’t get me wrong. The idea of having “things” is nice. It might make life easier, but if I have to or sometimes if I just want to, I toss stuff aside. I have started over at least six times in life with nearly nothing.
11. I am diligently working on becoming a non-smoker.  I’ve made six attempts to quit in the last year and I will continue to attempt until it sticks!
12. I am perfectly happy being utterly alone. I like the silence. I like the peace. It soothes me.
13. The most obscure food habits have worked their way into my life. Meat products are not allowed to mix, as in you cannot make a hot dish with cream of chicken soup and hamburger, the infamous junk bowl that is essentially a bowl of peanut butter cookie dough minus the eggs, and my utter refusal to let my food touch on my plate.
14. I struggle with a deeply rooted eating disorder.  It’s frustrating because it’s not Anorexia or Bulimia, which makes it very difficult for people to understand.  My official diagnosis is ED-Not Otherwise Specified.
15. My coffee snobbery is flexible. Today I’m actually drinking Folger’s singles because I forgot to stop for beans on my way home.
16. I am an intensely private person. There are things that I am just not comfortable discussing with people outside of my inner circle. However, generally, if asked, I’ll tell you about anything.
17. My teeth are worse than any Brit. And they get worse all the time because I have no motivation to take care of them or get dental work done. I’m hoping they will just rot out of my head and then I can get dentures. At least then I won’t have to cover up my mouth when I smile or walk around looking perpetually pissed off so that I don’t have to show my teeth. My son recently started orthodontic treatment and that is far more important to me than my own teeth ever will be.
18. I’ve struggled with my mental health for nearly ten years now. It’s exhausting, but the results of the struggle have been SO worth the fight. I am also a staunch and militant defender of rights for the mentally ill.
19. I work from home, which in general means I’m a recluse and only interact with people when I want to. I like it that way.
20. My front page blog bio describes me as: 32 year old wanna-be everything who hasn’t a clue about what she wants to “BE” when she grows up, lesbian, collector of quotes and lyrics, mom, baby luster, survivor of sexual assault, militant defender and outspoken advocate for mental illness. I guess I could have just said that in the first place and saved you from reading 19 other useless bits of information.