My name is Andrea, but pretty please (with sugar on top), call me Leigh. It's a much better name for me, even though I haven't had the sense to change it legally and probably never will.
I don't like doing introduction posts (I always feel a bit silly, to be frank), but because they're polite ... here we go.
I'm twenty-one, a student at the University of Colorado at Boulder, where I'm studying biology and paleontology. This probably gives me automatic awesome points. My favorite animals are crocodiles. I'm planning on getting a crocodile tattoo in the near future, actually ... just as soon as I save up the money. I really do want to dedicate my career to these animals: to their history, their behavior and biology, and to their protection and preservation. (No, seriously, I love crocodiles...)
I have two basilisk lizards, four snakes, two ferrets and two cats. They keep me sane and (mostly) happy. (Except for the basilisks, who are just jerks.)
To describe my sexuality I'd have to use a lot of ridiculous polysyllabic words whose definition no one agrees on, so I won't limit myself to those. I've dated girls, I've dated guys. I've dated transgendered people, too, and I've fallen in love with someone who was asexual. The people I'm attracted to have nothing in common except for nice smiles and a love of conversation, and I'd rather not split them into categories, or try to categorize myself for loving them. My gender identity is highly fluid. I am biologically female, but my body also naturally produces elevated levels of androgens (so much so that I am completely sterile). Some days I wake up as a girl, some days as a boy, and most days somewhere in between. I'm not uncomfortable with my intersexuality, and it's not something I plan to change.
My current partner is male, geeky and cuter than a button.
My therioside is a weasel of some kind. I've tried to exactly pinpoint it, but doing so is proving well nigh impossible, so I've sort-of given up. If pressed, I would probably choose the least weasel as the closest match, but the short-tailed and long-tailed are also both in the running. Classifying dreams and memories without the help of a mirror is tricky. Honestly, though, I don't care. (Science is a woderful thing, but sometimes, it gets in the way.) I couldn't justfy this to you in an empirical, scientific way. I can't catalogue my dreams, chronicle my meditations and perfectly document my behavior to establish that I am, without a doubt, a therian. But at the same time ... I couldn't prove that I was gay, either. It's enough for me that I know these things and feel them in my bones. It's enough that I wake up with the smell of heather and the kinks of a war dance still holding my spine.
It's nice to meet you.