As a half-Portuguese, half-Lebanese, feminist, vegetarian, pacifist, fag-hag, novelist, hipster, atheist, shit-disturber, blogger, backpacker, playwright, bookworm, film critic, and lovertine, I began my journey of petulance and precociousness in the suburbs of Montreal and Toronto. I thusly figured I'd turn out to be a nun, or a writer. A few years at a Catholic school cured me of the first disease.

I cannot wear white without spilling something on it, but you'll still find me, most likely, in the fridge at 4am.

I mean well.

"The sole pleasure in love lies in the knowledge that one is doing evil." -Baudelaire

”There is, in the act of love, a great resemblance to torture or to a surgical operation.” - Baudelaire

"My heart was hot within me; while I was musing, the fire burned." -39th Psalm of David

"These people come near to me with their mouth and honour me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. Their worship of me is made up only of rules taught by men."