A Necessary Introduction

Hello. Hola. Olá. Bonjour. You may call me Rain and I thank you for stumbling upon this blog. Please allow me to talk to you about what will fill these pages in the future.

I might write about my own life, a show or movie I watched, a game I played, an internet phenomenon I observed, music, politics, the most abstract poems I can conjure, my cat, philosophy and about everything, everywhere, all at once. If you got that reference and want to continue reading, I am glad because media is something I will often mention.

I can’t give an exact length on these, maybe somewhere around here, maybe more, maybe less. I created this to merely be able to share what goes through my head with words which value I will question every time I read them.

I am not here to say much about myself, I prefer slowly revealing each fraction of my mind by displaying them online in this blog. Through these and the ‘Who am I?’ page, for example.

I will admit I am a chaotic and stubborn person at heart and this blog will go in my flow. What you will most likely see are: absence of schedule for my posts, different structures in each posts and differing levels of the English language between and within each post (aided by it being my second language).

I hope I have displayed all the possible frustrations you might find with this blog, I try my best to be sincere.

And I remind you, you can call me the weather phenomenon I mentioned above. Maybe that is another hint to how my queerness manifests? Maybe. Maybe I will post about the weather soon. I guess you will see, I desperately need to figure out how this site works first.

Thank you, be well, kisses :)

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