I can start off with generals that read like a personal ad: Southern white female, born in 1965, smoker. Then the specifics start to multiply the factors.

I live in Georgia, and have for the last 13 years. I don't have any particular affinity for the state, it's just where I ended up and stayed. My wife says I am governed by momentum. Usually, I am perfectly happy as a body at rest, staying at rest.

I'm a lesbian. Came out at 19, jumping in with both feet. I've been with my partner for almost 10 years now, and I wouldn't change a thing between us. We've got a nice equilibrium going, and I expect it to keep us solid for decades to come.

But our lives aren't completely dull. Neither of us fit the stereotypes you might associate with lesbians, nor do our lovers.

And now, to define myself fully, I have to get personal. My wife says I'm a courtly butch. I roll my own cigarettes, and I ride a motorcycle when the weather's nice. I'm part of a polyamorous family of four women that's not like anything I've ever come across. It's not wife-swapping; it's not communal living. It's far more than that, but in the technicalities, not too far from it.

Mostly it's satisfying. Fulfilling. Frustrating. Complex. Emotion riddled. Loving. Sexy. Secret. Nerve-racking. A life rich and full.

Moving on - 12:11 p.m. , 2007-08-14

Where the hell have I been? - 12:10 p.m. , 2007-02-19

Holy shit! - 2:24 p.m. , 2006-01-11

Stuffing recipe - 6:17 p.m. , 2005-12-13

Good Life Update - 10:22 a.m. , 2005-11-11