I’m not very interesting to people who don’t know me. I’m sullen and standoffish until you pass some secret test of mine, at which point I deign to do more than exchange pleasantries and stand around awkwardly.
I mean, I still do that. There are just some overly caustic witticisms and arcane references thrown into the conversation.
As far as future aspirations go, I plan to be a professional intellectual of some sort, perhaps a mad scientist or super-futuristic bio-cyborg-revolutionary. Or even a writer!
And as for the FABULOUS elephant in the elegantly-appointed room, viz. sexual preference, I consider myself to be “homoflexible,” which is to say that if the stars aligned I might conceivably switch teams. The important thing is that this isn’t a big deal one way or the other. I can’t define it, but neither can it define me.
And now I step off my soapbox and cease screaming into the void.