The generic bullshit:

My name is Drunkenatheist.

Yes, I’m an atheist. No, I’m not really drunk right now.

In a nutshell, I’m a working class, bisexual, left-libertarian feminist, atheist blogger.  But I guess that only really tells you a bunch of labels, right?

I was born in 1979 and began officially dating my Libertarian Boyfriend in January 2009 (unofficially since October 2008).  It was a nice way to start the year.  I live outside Philadelphia with Libertarian Boyfriend (as of March 2009).  I have two tattoos, a huge makeup collection, and a love for multi-colored hair.  (Why, oh why, can’t a fire engine red mohawk be considered “professional”?)

I drop real talk on a regular basis, even if it tends to piss people off.

I’m a full-time Women’s Studies major on hold for the moment.  I have 107 college credits, but no money to finish paying for the remaining 16.  When I’m not looking for a job, doing schoolwork or bitching about the system, you can usually find me playing video games, screwing around on the internet, cooking and occasionally knocking back some Three Olives.  I’m a smartassed fuckhead.  That is one of the perils of being an only child.  That and the fact that you’ve got to really work hard to entertain yourself.

Oh yeah, and it should be mentioned that for years, I have liked dogs, good beer, horror movies, guns, and radical feminist writings. I have recently discovered a deep and emotional love for the following: vodka tonics, Google reader, fruit based desserts, and fall/spring.

While it might drive many fellow libertarians crazy, I agree with Sonia Sotomayor on one thing: our life experiences influence everything about our opinions.  Every issue that I feel very strongly about is one that I feel personally connected to.  I hate to be pretentious and label myself in any way as an “activist” or an “advocate,” because really, I’m just a jobless, almost college educated asshole on the internet, but I guess the truth is that I’m a little bit of both in some respect.  Frankly, the only issues I can become passionate (another pretentious description that I loathe) about are ones that have impacted my life directly.

I’m anti-war because I’m the daughter of a veteran; war doesn’t stop impacting a soldier once zie hops on the plane to come home.  I’m pro-LGBT rights because I am bisexual; my LGBT activism is mainly driven by the lack of acceptance I’ve received in both the straight and gay communities.  I’m so pro-working class and overall pro-union because I grew up without a lot of money to throw around; I know firsthand what it’s like to have little to no protection at your job and to have bosses who berate and degrade you at work, while dangling the threat of “insubordination” in front of your face.  I’m pro-choice because I’ve experienced unplanned pregnancy before; I can truly say that you will never know what it’s like unless you have experienced it.

Or, you know, as my boyfriend phrases it, I can often out-real most people.  My life has been a pretty crazy place over the past 30 years.  I guess a lot of people would think that many of things I’ve done have shown strength or that I’ve had a rich life, but I just consider it nothing special.  Life is a series of difficult decisions that you just have to make.  Sometimes I feel like my life has been romanticized or, to a lesser extent, even fetishized by some former friends.  Although I might be a more interesting person for not having a whole lot of things handed to me, if given the choice between the insanity that has been my life or getting the opportunity to be an entitled, rich Main Line kid, I’m not so sure I’d turn down the latter.

At least my insights are good for blog hits, rite?