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Girlyman
has taught me how to be a woman. I mean, a man. Well, Girlyman
allows me to be myself, which is a thing. I understand
because of Girlyman's guidance that I am a being. Girlyman
has led me on a path to my own girlish self, and because
of my manly understanding, I can now breathe the bigender
air. Because of this, I can be alone without panicking.
Thank you, Girlyman.
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Height: 5'
6" with certain shoes on. |
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Sign: Cancer |
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Location: Brooklyn,
NY or ensconced within Girlyvan. |
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Profession: Singer-songwriter,
chauffeur. |
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Smoking: Only
in key moments. |
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Addictions: Caffeine,
Bikram yoga, news, luv. |
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Morning
Person?: No, but I do have a Morning Routine. See “Good
Habits”. |
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Pet Peeves: Ads;
slogans, especially "Got (anything)?"; any temperature
below 60 degrees; dust; the absence of a system for having
packages delivered to a NYC apt (they go back to the post
office, then back to the sender); broken yolks; legislation
that is named the opposite of what it does (e.g. "No
Child Left Behind," "The Healthy Forests Initiative");
the following words: "hero," "terrorist," "militant," "product". |
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Originally
From: Richboro, Pennsylvania. Grew up in West Windsor,
NJ |
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Schooling: Sarah
Lawrence College; Authentic Bartending School; hard knocks. |
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Tattoos: I'm
partial to piercings. |
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Bad habits: Compulsive
copy editing, cutting my fingernails with scissors, being
late for everything, zoning out in front of the computer.
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Good habits: Meditation,
exercise, consumption of protein shakes, journal writing,
calling of grandparents. |
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Currently
Listening To: Teitur, We're About 9's new live album,
Antje Duvekot "Little Peppermints," Kris Delmhorst,
Emmylou Harris "Red Dirt Girl," Lis Harvey "Porcupine," Catie
Curtis "Dreaming in Romance Languages," The Weepies "Happiness," The
Jolly Bankers.
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Recurring
Dreams: I’m lost on the subway; I’m dying
in a plane crash; I have a boyfriend who is Brad Pitt; I’m
at a Girlyman show and have no guitar, set list, tuner, audience,
idea what time the gig starts, idea where anyone else is;
I’m in a hospital/high school/corporate office building;
I see a small yellow bird. |
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Recurring
Life Experiences: Making coffee, loading crap into
and out of the van, crushes, heartbreak. |
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Favorite
Part of the Job: Trashing the hotel room. |
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Phobias: Air
travel, bugs, death, radical catastrophic change. |
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Pet Musing: Why
are American hospitals, schools, office buildings, prisons,
and malls all essentially the same building? |
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| Coffee
with soy milk, cheese, the endorphin rush that accompanies
exercise, ladies, Italy, medium to large dogs, thoughtful
cats, Zen meditation, curse words, channeling, the Bay area,
lucid dreaming, and salt. |
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