Salutations! My name is Ulla. Dissatisfied, absent and despairing I stumbled across this lovely locale earlier this month and have been keeping an occasional eye for activity that piqued my interest (my wonderful origin story!). I enjoy physics, astrophysics, science fiction and the asphyxiating fear of the unknown...music, namely heavy metal, and if prompted I will not stop talking about that, as well as a plethora of other things mainly involving classical literature. Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre greatly influenced my style of creative writing and I am eternally in her debt for it. I love my Shakespeare!
I'm a sore, aching adult and I use Zy/Zys/Zym pronouns. I'm most comfortable with them. I am more than happy to provide a demonstration of their usage should you want one! Send me a private message any time about that.
I host a DID system of a surprising amount of other elderly, cranky men amongst other identities, ages and nationalities, though I anticipate Ill be the only one who is interested in frequenting this forum. Maybe that will change. I've an idea of someone who will find this land intriguing. :smile:
While I dont have a website per se I do frequent some places - my
Spacehey and
Goodreads accounts are two of those. I intend - at some unspecified prick on the time continuum - to throw together a website mainly as a base for sharing links to my other corners of the internet, maybe even a blog. I'm unsure. Though that won't be out of the works for a long while, since I've a crippling fear of sharing haphazard creations!
If you would like to chat with me you can absolutely do so! I vastly prefer eMail but if you don't care much for it then a private message will suffice. I'll grin and bear it(!) You can find my address in my signature (I would simply link it in my account settings, but I prefer to keep communication and account addresses separate - security concerns and all).
I shall conclude my digression with one of my favourite novel quotes:
"When a child first catches adults out -- when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just -- his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing."Thank you very much for reading and I anticipate Ill be joining conversations soon. I hope your day is well!
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