"Chastity is no more a virtue than malnutrition." - Alexander Comfort
"May I a small house and a large garden have! And a few friends and many books." - Abraham Cowley
"In the true man there is a child hidden: it wanteth to play." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Role-playing nerd, folk/metal/classical music fan, single mother, BA in history and creative writing, literature lover and hopefully future fantasy writer.
Work at the [name of city] City Museum with child/youth dissemination and teaching materials and find it extremely cool!
Am the happy, ridiculously proud mother of the beautiful, wonderful boy child [her son's name], who I made with the help of my friend, D&D mate and household carpenter [her ex's name].
[A friend's name] about me (the big sales talk):
To describe Sara
Sara is a mix between a H.R. Giger image and a fantasy novel. She is a glacial black elf queen on the surface and a burning phoenix inside.
To get to know Sara is difficult, but she is the worth the wait and trouble. She is reserved and it is only after very careful evaluation from Sara's hand that she lets you in.
Idealist, hopeless romantic, pragmatist and a mother with big M.
If you do not know what a black elf queen is? Then Sara is nothing for you.
If you do not know what a phoenix is? Then Sara is nothing for you.
If you are not intelligent, honest, real and [word meaning direct/no-nonsense]? Then Sara is nothing for you.
If you are sensitive, patient, live and breathe for music, role-play, love children and would like to have some yourself? Then Sara is the woman for you?
(Oh, and are you slim and preferably have long hair? This would help your case considerably. ;-))
[Her ex's name] about me: (the small sales talk)
- Captivating... Charming... Especially when she dances a war dance and beats on a drum, when the pot will not boil.
[Another friend's name] about me: (the really hardcore sales talk!)
Sara is autumn. She can be so heady hot as the most erotic late summer, and then coolly beautiful as the first, early frost. Sara is a matriarch, with a bosom which can accommodate all of your oddities. In her you will always have a bosom to lean into when you need it, but like a real Yiddish mama a raised eyebrow will accompany; a quiet *tsk-tsk*, and a calm reminder to use your common sense. Sara is wonderfully crazy. She is composite, like a dress whirling around a dancing woman; the light of the lanterns casts colored shadows on her personality and leaves one with a quiet wonder. The patterns change with her movements and mood, but remain nevertheless always the same, for the attentive observer. Sara is a balanced sword. Her heart is cold, cool steel, which in itself carries the very essence of fire and heat. Sara understands the secret of the rubber ducks. Sara is a priestess who animates quiet days in the temple reading rooms. Until anything threatens what she holds dear, and she becomes a frothing bacchante that without regret throws herself into the fight and does not give up until it is over.