Some Things That Make Me A Person

Following on from my previous post in the vein of introductions/ hello this is me, I’m here *waves*:

In-keeping with the age of chronic over-sharing in which we  live, I thought it fair to shed light on some of the quirks and convictions that sum me up as a writer and human, as these will largely inform the writing that here appears. And so as they fell from the jumble of my brain, a list of some things which make up the person behind these thoughts can be found below:

I am an aspiring (failing) early-riser, seasoned gin-drinker, and communications specialist/ freelance writer maintaining a loose hold on most of my marbles.

I am a literature graduate who chose to study Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie instead of Great Expectations.

I (will try to) write with conviction, I read, I collect pins bearing witty pop culture references/ overtly political statements, and I travel a lot. (pins in the above photo obtained mostly via the wonderfully kooky Kate Gabrielle.)

Names commonly associated with myself include Lo, Pop, Lolobrain, and Mancane. (Spoken: man-kaa-ne with a Zulu click. Informal translation: ‘small one’).

My addiction to change consistently uproots me, and my constant uprootings help to ground me. I am aware of how contradictory this logic first appears.

I microwaved my Barbies into a seething molten grave when I was five.

I fiercely advocate for justice and equality in all things, and believe in making constructive noise on these issues where possible and/ or necessary. Do this if you can. It’s important.

I am northern in soul and Manchester will always be my home. Other places I have called home include South Africa, Canada, the Netherlands and too many tents and temporary structures to count.

I love digging into offbeat topics I know nothing about and will enter into discussion with anyone about pretty much anything.

I naturally gravitate towards mountains and books, and the sense of calming insignificance I’m imbued with when immersed in either or both of these things is my favourite refuge.

PSA in case it wasn’t already abundantly clear: publishing my writing on the internet scares the hell out of me.

I sometimes enjoy indulging in overly complex and complicated sentences. The wordy webs woven in the stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald fascinate me, and whilst never assuming to compare myself to this troubled and talented literary enigma, sometimes there are just too many brilliant words that cannot be sacrificed, points that cannot go unmade, sentiments that cannot go unexpressed – and so to hell with simple sentences.

I am a feminist, who is tired of the raised eyebrows and sidelong glances that follow this identification all too often. I hope these knee-jerk reactions will soon become less frequent. The political, social and economic equality of the sexes is not something any rational person should fear. IT’S IMPORTANT.

I am forcibly learning to overcome my vitriolic hatred for unobscured photographs of my face. Until then, catch me hiding behind puppies, book covers, coffee cups and other people.

I value compassion and independence above most things, and actively seek out people(s) that do likewise.

Other loves include understated affection, chronically oversized jumpers and mozzarella pizza.

As a person so far incapable of doing so, the concept of settling, in both geographic and emotional terms, fascinates me.

I have decided not to limit myself and write ad-hoc about any and all of the above (jumpers and all – riveting), and hope to wade into a host of other disconnected subjects for good measure.

With this profession of quirks and confessions I welcome you to this, my small small corner of The Internet.

I hope to write often and learn a lot. I would love you to read along whenever the mood strikes you, and invite you to laugh, object, commiserate, and reach out with your experiences of so many of the things about which I know nothing. There are no thoughts, comments, questions, qualms, queries, or cries of anguish that I do not want to hear.

Learning is the goal here.

Lo x

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