I am a nomad with a love of history, music, and dance. Huge transformers fanatic. I was born in Ohio off the coast of lake Erie to a neglectful mother who left me deathly dehydrated at the age of ten months. I moved five times before being officially placed in the foster system at the age of five. At this time, I was told my grandmother was dead by foster system which caused a decline in health. I began having dreams in which I die on a consistent basis and continue to up to this night, such as, falling off a skyscraper onto spikes. At that age, I made a vow to love each creature on this Earth as family. Within a year it was revealed that they lied about her first death. At the age of ten, I was adopted by a Mormon family originating from California. At this same time I started having a recurring series of dreams revolving around a set of vampires trying to turn me. I would refuse and try to escape because I wished to not do harm to my family in my dreams. Around this time, I would begin to recognize the pressing feeling of gender dysphoria throughout my life. Later on, this series of dreams created my fear of vampires, taking an interesting turn in my early twenties to where I embraced said fears by adopting the vampire aesthetic. Mind you, I was restricted with access to media until I was at liberty to make my own decisions at the age of eighteen. The dreams shifted from the vampires being the obvious antagonists with my family trying to kill me in a mob fashion out of hatred. I eventually moved for the tenth time at the age of twenty-one due to religious disagreements between me and my adoptive family. Incidentally, my dear friend decided to point out that the vampire dreams weren't necessarily from a fear of vampires rather a fear of myself. I started transitioning shortly before leaving and moving from place to place again. I learned with that, in order to uphold my honor I must acknowledge the parts of me I loath and despise. I protect my territory. Cheers to change.
