I don't want to introduce myself.

I'm a writer, and I like exploring the weaknesses in human nature. If the Greek legends are correct, I owe a lot to my blog's namesake. I love reading, film and the smell of books, but 'love' isn't an adequate verb for the way I feel about writing. I'm eighteen. Biologically I'm female, but really I'm genderqueer. The Müller advert with the cow that wants to be a horse running along the beach makes me smile. My idols and heroes are a varied bunch - Oscar Wilde, Harvey Milk, Carol Ann Duffy, Stephen Fry, Lady Gaga and the Beatles. My favourite books are Let The Right One In, The Beach and the Harry Potter series.

The Twilight franchise makes me ill, but it also gives me hope. If Stephenie Meyer can get published, why can't I?

Today I did more or less nothing save for writing. I adore those days - and there are plenty of them now that college is over forever. There's nothing to distract me from what I love except family drama - and that's almost a motivation to sink further away from the social circle and leave interaction behind. It almost helps. Of course, if it's noisy, it's no good at all, but squabbling is natural. Silence isn't; not here, anyway. I'm not used to it.

Sometimes, before I sleep, I'll turn the fan on my bedside table on, but face it away from me. The hum it makes is comforting. I hear my gerbils biting at their cage, demanding attention, another cardboard tube and chocolate drops. I see the standby light from the extension cable by my bed and my various games consoles. Sometimes it's so late that I see real light creeping in, curious, around the edges of my blinds. It's relaxing, but I still can't sleep. I can't sleep when I'm myself, because that just doesn't make sense. There's too much to think about.

I think that tells you enough about me to begin with. As Kat von D decided on her website, it's impossible to learn anything about anybody if they merely describe themselves. I intend to update frequently; I'm sure you'll learn more about me from my posts than you ever will from my hapless attempts at self-introduction. Pip pip!