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To all who read this,
The name is Keikino, but you may call me Kei. I am a happy, satisfied woman who tries to balance love, school, work and fun (and combinations of the four) every day of my life.
I am a healthy Japanese-filipino senior in high school who juggles intense AP classes, extracurricular college classes, sports and jobs and I love every minute of it.
So may say that I am insane for doing all of that but even though it takes a lot out of me I still do it. You know why? I'll tell you the secret to living how you want to: hard work. Earning that meal. I love the feeling of opening a pay check, getting the grade I wanted on a test, crossing the finish line first. Even if it costs me countless losses before hand.
But besides that, I love to write. Writing is my passion, I love words, phrases, books. Fiction is my expertise, but I also lean towards poetry and philosophy.
Writing is the very thing that keeps me sane. While some scream in a pillow when they are made, eat, kill . . . babies (what?), I write.
Writing is something that I have been doing for ages. I cannot have a thought and not write it down. If inspiration comes to me, but I cannot describe it with words, I create an outline with my crap pictures.
I cannot draw. I have not been gifted with any sort of visual or performance arts. My paintings are colorful blobs. I have been thought of as tone deaf.
But stringing along words? That I can do. I carry a lined notebook with me where ever I go, every five minutes it is scribbled.
Without writing my thoughts emotions will swell up inside of this tiny head and possibly explode, or implode, perhaps even cause me several mental illnesses. Any reaction that involves a mental breakdown can be messy, and may involve the blood of a completely annoying flea to spill. Oh yes, I have been rumored to be a violent, crazy woman.
But besides writing I have another passion: advocating gay rights.
I am a lesbian, I love the curve of a woman, the soft skin she lives under, the supple breasts. And right now I am in a relationship with someone who shares the same ideas as me. Someone beautiful, smart, and wonderful. SOmeone who smell like cinnamon without the perfume, someone who makes me smile whenever I think of a joke we made.
And that makes me happy.
Also, my brother we often come on my account and start posting random s**t. This was his and then I would go on sometimes, now its mine and he goes on sometimes. He thinks of himself as omniscient, so please excuse his insolence.
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