Raef Wolfe

14 January 1989
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I like to laugh, I hate to cry, and I don't know where my other sock is.

I'm just a normal person.

Sure, I have my strengths and weaknesses. I even have some skills or personality traits that could be an asset or a weakness depending on one's POV.

I am a jack of all trades but, sadly, a master of none. I want to lose a little weight, but I don't really like exercising. I bowl when I can, the only sport I really play anymore. I've had good boyfriends, I've had bad boyfriends, but I also like the ladies. I play trumpet and was active in drama club for a few years. I don't think I'm particularly attractive, but I have my days when I feel I might look pretty in the right light and from the right angle. I'm currently a part-time employee. I'm liberal. I'm majoring in something I like, and will probably end up spending my life in a cardboard box. In other words, I'm your typical post-high school pre-permanent employment teen. Most days you'd probably pass me on the street and not even take notice.

Except I have blue hair. [Well, I don't anymore...but I wish I did!]

At the same time, I like to think of myself as strangely unique:

My sense of humor is quite robust. I laugh at myself far more often than those around me would normally do. I distinctly remember in elementary school a girl telling me "We're laughing at you, not with you", and my reply was "That's okay, I find it funny, too".

I am no longer afraid of standing up for myself and for being assertive of what I believe. I've even begun doing it to my parents, a fact that's taken over 20 years to properly get around. It's one thing to snap at mom & dad, but who actually argues counter points with them?

I have a strong command of the English language, another skill that's going down the shitter with my peers (I believe in the Oxford comma, bitches!).

I have come to accept that I will never "rise above" and have probably already had my 15 minutes of fame (In fact, I can probably name those 15 minutes), something my peers likewise continually strive for. What's the point? These days you're only famous if you're a moraly flawed tart anyhow.

I don't want children, can't stand children, and think most babies are ugly (human babies anyway - baby lizards and kitties are sooooo cute!).

I am an open submissive; I am a woman who would happily be considered property to the perfect Dom(me) after over a hundred years of feminists movements and uprisings. At the same time, however, I do not need to be considered property or to be used constantly. My goal is purely to make another happy. Is that really so terrible?

I have odd taste in men, and even odder in women, preferring my mates to have some meat on their bones. Not that I don't like tall, dark, and handsome...but you'd have a better chance of catching my eye if you replaced 'tall' with 'heavyset' (or added it to the list). Real women have curves, and the best women have bigger curves. Just sayin'.

I play vidjamagames. I like cyberpunk. I like fantasy novels. I can quote Stargate, Star Wars, and Star Trek (on a good day). Recently I've gotten into Doctor Who, loved Firefly, and look forward to more Dr. Horrible. I read webcomics based off of gaming and D&D. I play D&D (2E and 3.5). I play Guild Wars, League of Legends, Diablo, and more. I want to be a website designer & website programmer. This all wouldn't be weird if I didn't also have mammary glands, however.

I do not need 'things'. One of my friends had an ex girlfriend that flat out said he didn't buy her enough. (I would have kicked her in the crotch. As it was, he'd punched her a few years before that, so I think it's retroactive karma. (fyi: I also love seeing cheating whores with black eyes.)). In any case, I do not need gifts or things. I will happily pay for my own dinner and movie ticket. Do not buy me roses. I would rather have a potato.

I'm depressed a lot, but I usually try and put a happy face on it...usually. That's what this journal is for: taking away the happy face, taking away the facade, taking away the fakery that everyone has to put on in their everyday shit-hole lives and getting right to my inner person.

A lot of people have impolite things to say about me. That's okay. I insult their choice in footwear under my breath, because most of the people who choose to insult someone behind their back have really ugly shoes. Those that don't have really ugly shoes usually have even uglier personalities to make up for it.

My journal is currently friends-only because of an upsetting past occurrence. I'll keep it that way for at least a little while longer, though I plan on changing it back eventually.