Monday, May 12, 2008

I am...

I am a girl who was born on the 13th day of the year, Capricorn, photographer, artist, author, urban explorer. I am currently camping out in a spare room at my 86 year old gramma's house, I am going to be living in a converted spooky old garage at the back of her property soon. I am the classic starving artist, freelancing from home (photography, art, portraits, writing, websites, whatever)

I have many scars but I like most of them. I love most of my tattoos. I have Major Medical Depression and take medication every day. I have a killer sense of humor and I totally like to make people laugh. I am extremely loyal and I have difficulty trusting anyone. I question everything. I don't have a sense of where I belong in the world right now. I still have hope.

I have had my writing and photography published in books and magazines, and I have survived physical abuse, robbery, and assault. I have traveled the country and met many famous people, and I have been homeless and slept in parks. I have lived through the murder of my little sister. I have signed autographs for fans at conventions and I have been committed to a mental hospital. I have lived in deserts and I have lived in forests. I have been in love.

I want a place to call 'home' and satisfying work to do and a BFF of my own. I want to travel and create and relax and endure. I want to solve mysteries and get drunk and dance crazy-style. I want to be comfortable in my own skin. I want to submerge myself in art and music.

I want to be happy.


Gidget said...

OOH! OOH! I get to be the first to comment!! I knew someday it would pay off to be awake at 4am! woot woot.

ShadyLady... soooo very glad to see you back to blogging. I have always loved your rants and raves.

Big Sock Monkey Lurv to you!

theNetherest said...

Bravo dear Heather! Welcome back to the world of blogging!

You just created a profile to fall in love with; a beautiful creature on every conceivable level, tarnished by life but full of luster to the connaisseur. Does cybermarriage exist? Oh no- I'm married already and you've got your belly full of that institution.

Well, my cyber~vow to you, for what's it's worth; I'm gonna stick with you forever in this cyberspace, to listen, to ponder, to encourage, to wander, with you, wherever you go. From the steep slopes of Mt.Happiness to the dungeons of SewerSanctuary, or to hell and back. I support you all the way.

Happy Blogging!

Love always


Unknown said...

I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy more than I can possibly justify. I don't know what it is about you, or why you affect me like you do, but it *can't* be a girl-crush because I don't roll that way. Your absence, this latest and those before, scared the beejesus out of me. I sought you out, I emailed aquaintances we share, I dug and hunted and hoped...I tried your name, your sister's name, your dad's name, everybody's name, white pages, yellow pages, newpaper articles, anything- looking for pieces of you, and consistently came up empty. So, I worried and fretted and wondered and prayed and generally acted like someone who must be related and couldn't give it up. Maybe that's it. Maybe we're related. Maybe I knew you "before". Maybe I'm a melodramatic putz. The only sure thing I am, is so, so, SO glad to see you. I hope, one day, one of those people you learn to trust turns out to be me. Welcome back, Shady. ~Randi, Louisiana

Anonymous said...

This is the singlemost honest, beautiful, intriguing "about me" I've ever read. And I used to think mine was kinda decent! Yes, if you notice the date on this and the other comment(s) I've left for you, I've read your entire shadyland blog today.

I was fascinated by you long before I "knew" you, and getting these glimpses of you as a person make you even more fascinating, because they make you REAL.

Why I'll be around for a while:

1. I can't wait to see how the mobile home adventures proceed

2. I want to see more pics of your beautiful animals - it kills me that I "met" the most beautiful cat I've ever seen in a post about her death. You were blessed to have Nico in your life.

3. There are so many experiences we have in common that are on the "uglier" side of life, and are often not immediately visible to many pp I meet both virtually and IRL. (sibling loss, assault, depression, blah blah shittycakes.)

So even if I read your writing w/a bit of "hell, at least someone else knows how shitty that particular experience can be," please know that I'll also be wishing nothing but the best and most wonderful experiences in every new post.

Thank you for writing,
Marla in S. OK