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INtroduce yoself!

My name is S. K.. (Hey!) And I don't play! (Hey!) I'm from the dirty. (Hey!) I rep GA! *double dutches*

I'm just kidding. I can't double dutch.

This is Post #1 in my 30 Day Blog Challenge Spectacular - Introduce Yourself, so here I am, laying myself as bare as my thin veil of semi-anonymity will allow.

So here goes:

I'm K. In my professional life, I work for the betterment of school kids, their families, and the community. In my personal life I write and record songs, play video games, dance my ass off, cook, watch movies, kick it with the homies, and occasionally charm a lady or two. I don't have a favorite color, but I'm not a fan of yellow.  I don't like overtly spicy foods, but what I consider not spicy would still burn the hell out of most people's mouths.  I'm addicted to sushi.

I will not buy a pair of sneakers - or most other items of clothing, for that matter - if I've seen somebody else with them on before; my swag is my own. I think it sucks that word "swag(ger)" has been abused and misused by so many in these last five or so years because when people say K. has swagger, folks are going to get a completely different picture now than they did before rappers found their thesauruses. While we're on the subject, I don't know if ladies love my swagger, but they are admittedly attracted to and intrigued by it. Some have called it an "edge." I call it just being myself. However, the same thing that gives me an edge is the same thing that makes me seem like an asshole to sensitive people. This makes being charming  both natural and a conscious effort for me. I'm pretty sensitive myself,  but I know the difference between letting myself feel things deeply and letting myself be hurt and made insecure by them.

At home, I am sweet, goofy, and a big teddy bear. At work, I am blunt, serious, and hard-working, but kind. Sometimes, the two sides mix.

I'm gay. I'd always liked males and females since I was a little girl, but around 19-20 years old, my attractions to women grew exponentially while my attractions to men fizzled out completely. I can still appreciate a good man and a good-looking man. As a lover of fashion and, therefore, fashion models, I enjoy human beauty in all its forms. However, I have absolutely no desire to be with a man physically or romantically. If you must have a label, I guess you could call me a stud - neither soft nor stone hard. I am both modern and old school in my masculinity - I love independent women who are more feminine than I am, and I don't always feel the need to be dominant, but I've got a streak of macho and an even bigger streak of chivalry running through me.

I'm single, but as most of you know, it's very much complicated.

I'm smart. I speak three and a half languages, and understand/read bits and pieces of many more. I test right below genius level, and I've been in special schools and honors programs all my life. This means absolutely nothing, other than that I analyze everything, I eavesdrop on immigrants and local Latinos in the grocery store, and I'm damn near neurotic. Oh, and I do my own taxes.

I love sports. I've been involved in some physical activity ever since I was about four years old - swimming, Tae Kwon Do, basketball, football, soccer, boxing, dancing, skating, etc. I've got big muscles and huge shoulders as a result; I was cutting the shoulder pads out of my clothes at ten years old. Thanks to a car accident a few years ago (I was t-boned by an old man who ran a red light.), I've got a nice layer of fat that I'm trying to get rid of, as well. I plan to chronicle my fitness journey in this blog. One good thing did come out of the back damage, though - I can do The Matrix now.

There's more to say, but I've talked entirely too much about myself for one post, and the college graduate in me is cringing at the way I started so many sentences with "I." Plus, I'm sure most of your questions will be answered and more fun K. facts will be revealed as this blog goes on. If you're still with me, thanks for reading.