i went to a catholic school primarily staffed by nuns for 12 years. they had this policy that if you were late for mass (which was every morning before class), you had to give 1€ to the head nun (already an insane concept). everything was put in a jar to allegedly pay for school expenses. during one of the last years i attended, someone climbed over the rose garden and stole the jar, which i'm assuming contained thousands of euros by then. i have a lot of interesting stories from that time, including the time another nun sprayed a student with a garden hose, and the same nun slapped another student during the carnival party, because they were dressed as madonna (the singer), because that also is the name we use for the virgin mary here.
i haven't been able to drink anything that isn't completely free of any texture change ever since i was little. besides my presence being a nightmare for any bartenders, my non-alcoholic options are limited to water, soda and energy drinks. problem is: i'm also extremely sensitive to caffeine and it stays in my system for 24+ hours, and it ruins my sleep. to this day, i've yet to find someone with the same issue with drinks that i have: there's always that one guy who is like 'oh yeah, i have that too' and then they chug a smoothie like it's nothing.
i was not bestowed with the gift of synthesis, and i am an overexplainer. but i just can’t help it! it’s important to me that the point gets across in the exact way that i experience it.
i'm often moved by love + honesty + passion for a subject when it shines through writing, and whenever i have the excuse, i try letting the creators know through email how much their art, story, or craft impacted me. it's definitely a very good habit of mine, and i've also made friends through this in the past.
i am queer!