I’m Cory, 22, rising senior in college.

I learn science. Slowly.

I work at a strip club. It’s my favorite job I’ve ever had. You are absolutely welcome to ask me questions; If you want to shame someone, try elsewhere, I am absolutely bursting with pride in myself and my coworkers, and I won’t even spare an eyeroll.

I am gender variant; If you think that this is belied by my current apparent femininity, you actually do earn an eye roll. If you are part of the trans* community an don’t understand how complicated intersections of sex, gender, and gender expression are, I don’t know what to say to you except: Learn.

I am not particularly fond of any set of pronouns. I hereby give you permissions to use whichever pronouns seem like the most fun when speaking of me. 

I identify as queer, as a dyke, as a spatula. I am not particularly attracted to one sex or one gender above all others. I don’t really like the word pansexual.

I suffer from serious mental illness and an autoimmune disease. That is to say, I struggle with invisible disabilities. Sometimes they are more visible than others. They certainly do affect my life, my capabilities, and my choices. I have spent a great deal of time and more money than I have had trying to heal enough to get by. I will occasionally speak on those subjects but the taboo and worrying about stigma stops me more often than not. But I still welcome respectful questions.

I post fashion and science, fangirl out on pop literature and TV shows like Xena, the West Wing, The Rachel Maddow Show, and NCIS. I also post commentaries on classism, racism, heterosexism, cissexism, ableism, sexism, body policing, and general stupidity.

I also post a few jokes, some comments on dominance and submission in relationships and in pop culture, lolita, cute food, cats, and rants about celiac. I try to keep my blog, at least pictorially, SFW.

I like to think I posses the basic standards for human decency (In other words, about most things, I get a cookie for not being a raging asshole about my privilege). If you find that this is not the case, call me out- I am learning, yet. I know that intent is not magical.

My roomates are two rats & two cats. I make a lot of posts about all four of them. They are May Bee, Darby Crash, September Ann, and Wednesday Adams. September is a bitch, Wednesday is a sweetie, Darby is a recluse, May has a cold. 

I like to dance and sing and sew and cook and grow kitchen herbs and HATE the sound of vacuum cleaners. I have celiac disease. I always love the subjects in school that I am worst at.