It's like Friendster all over again except now I'm older.
I'm an expatriate rural blue collar Southerner who made his way to the Pacific Northwest from the Memphis area. I am a pastry cook/student action figure with kung fu grip. I overuse dashes and semicolons. I tend to hibernate, and must be prodded out of my cave with sharpened sticks and pointed text messages, or lured out by promises of beer or coffee.
Incidentally, I'm also a transguy. But it's hardly the most compelling thing about me.