I’m Three Ounces of Whoop-Ass
I’m largely apathetic toward the gender thing so do what you want. I use she/her to talk about myself, though.
I tend to spend ninety percent of my time either rushing into trouble or being told off for being a reckless idiot who rushes into trouble (Gryffindor, reporting for duty). I’m a believer in the line ‘I’d rather be divisive than indecisive’ so if you come looking for a fight, I can be relied on for one. My roommate is like 85% of my self control, she’s the person responsible for hauling me out of fights by my collar before they get violent. (Of course she’s also the one who’s usually encouraging me to tear someone apart, so.)
Sometimes I write fantasy stuff (I take fic requests, and I’m words-writ-in-starlight on AO3 as well), and other times I yell about medical equality. Also I am now apparently an eldritch being of darkness, and also everyone’s vodka auntie, so there’s that.
I use sweetie, honey, babe, man, bro, dude, buddy, and friend as undifferentiated terms of endearment and insult (generally the nicer ones are a little more sarcasm-laden, but not always), but if it bugs you, mention it and I’ll not call you one in favor of one you’re more comfortable with.
