It began with a bang 🤣 and I was supposed to be a life lesson for my mom. I don’t know if I was supposed to even make it out of the womb alive. Something was supposed to happen on Friday 10/09/87. Whether I was born traumatically, or  passed tragically something was supposed to happen. The final countdown 10/9/87… Instead I was pulled into the world via a cesarean to honor my mother’s demand for them to “get it out of her!” on 10/6… 4 days shy of a month overdue. I was originally given a due date on 9/10/87. The spiritual Friday was possibly a generational thing as my mom crawled out of her own personal hell on Friday the 13th back in the 60’s

Born at 1:00 am on a Tuesday morning during the season of Libra when the full moon was in Pisces. With a cancer rising an Aries true north, and a Leo black Lilith. If you know anything about astrology, that should tell you that I am both a being of peace and a fucking force to be reckoned with. The Venus in Libra gives me a vibe like I have an extra X chromosome… XXX. Actually, I feel like I have a little y in there too.. XXXy. 

But anyway… so technically I have no clue how I have even made it this far in my meat-suit that has been malfunctioning since the beginning. It was the 80’s, before DNA was easily accessible and my mom and dad had no idea what the union of the egg of the month and the winning sperm we’re passing on. My branch of the family hails from the mountains of West Virginia… meaning my ancestry was very incestual. I am the product of a complex intertwining of heros, villains, leaders, inventors, artists, and performers DNA. Probably the more recessive Genes. In a nutshell, my body was never given a chance to be simple. 

I am a combination of a psychopath and a sociopath… and a couple of empaths, and a little Apath. Christianity, Judaism, Royalty, German, English, French, Scottish, Irish…. I’m a whole mutt genetically, spiritually, personality wise, dietary preferences,… I have a mix match cluster fuck of hyper this, and hypo that, dysfunctional My insides sometimes ride a see saw all god damned day.

My list of genetically inherited bullshit is as follows, but not limited to:

* Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome- a mixed connective tissue disease with a faulty collagen disorder.

*a mutation in my MYLK gene that affects my muscle contraction, and tends to cause major cardiovascular issues.

* a genetic mutation  in my ZNF469 gene, linked to a condition called brittle cornea syndrome

* bad habit trauma responses.

*something I like to call “preexisting PTSD” due to everything my various ancestors experienced throughout history… (Jews, Indigenous Americans, Germans, Slaves, Vikings… I’m sure some pirates… Neanderthals…) my surname dates back to at least the 1500’s I’m actually the first firstborn daughter in my direct lineage dating back multiple centuries. My dad broke that cycle of passing a toxic masculinity on to the typical first born son. 

My dad also passed on an obsessive affinity for nature and nurturing, but I didn’t super get a green thumb. Like it’s a little green… putrid maybe? Where it looks like you could call it green but could also definitely pass for a shade of tan which is just a tint of brown. Speaking of which, I am genetically a mash up of a green thumb that hailed from two super green thumbs and a green/brown like your shit on a crash diet that contains of mostly green leafy vegetables like broccoli thumb… so the tan/green makes sense unfortunately, no matter how much I want to be so green I could live off my land. It’s much healthier that way.

The food we are being told is safe by the grocery stores that sell it, is actually unknowingly killing you