You see that I'm an artist, you see the Japanese name, you see the Tokyo-style gothic&lolita photo series I took, and you might assume I'm one of those girlie angel-voiced Jap girls, but I'm quite the contrary on the inside. I'm raw, got a boyish voice, got no ladylike class, got nothing to hide other than a complexion that isn't pore-less, so, yeah, I refine it a little in my photos. I mean, actors and models get that treatment, why can't we regular humans? I look like those pics in person, sure, I just...have pores, and even in my 30s, get a zit now and then. BFD. So if you were to meet me, you should expect a woman who isn't afraid to speak up, who likes to laugh at rather twisted things, who burps, who has a snaggle tooth that pokes out like a fang, who smokes yet thinks smoking is a terrible habit, and who has little  respect for men who are intimidated by her. But no worries, I'm also someone who loosens you up instantly and makes you feel you've known me all along and can say anything without having to be reserved. I'm myself and you can be yourself. I'm an American girl with a Jap face. I don't giggle at guys who are out to impress, but I'll laugh together with you if we're on the same level and we make a mental connection which depends almost entirely on your ability to articulate yourself. I sure don't have any problem articulating myself. I'll never fuck you over, so if you think I'm worthy of being blown off, you're passing up an opportunity to have someone in your corner when all the odds are against you. Isn't it nice when you know someone to whom you can say, "Hey man, that wasn't cool," and rather than get a bitch fit thrown in your face, or a cold shoulder, you can just have an open discussion about the issue and resolve it? I'm that someone.

What goes around comes around, man. I'm a strong believer of that, so I watch my shit. If you think you're ready to get acquainted with someone real, drop a line. If what I'm saying scares the shit out of you, don't. If, however, you think I deserve being treated without any human consideration after I invested my time taking a chance on a stranger, please just think of me and my words someday when someone (who matters) does that to you.

Why did I feel the need/desire to write this? I'm so very done with people making contact with me, sharing things with me, drawing my personal story out of me, wanting to get to know me more, then running away with their tales between their legs because they just can't get their mind around the notion of having a dark chick with her heart on her sleeve as a more permanent fixture in their lives. So hey man, if you have this info up front, you won't waste my time and yours making contact if a woman like me is more than you can handle, right?

To all the admirers of my work who have taken the time to express their appreciation over the years, I am in no way directing this toward you. I'm always flattered that my work has an impact on your lives. Take care.