Greetings and fuckutations, I'm Densovia, or that's how I'm known online. I live in Montana, though I was born in Washington. I lead something of a sheltered life, physical human contact disturbs me. By contact I mean: ACKNOWLEDGING that you, or anyone that knows you exists, because you're all fucked up. I get most of my knowledge of the human species from online, though not technically all bad media. Good people exist, it's just I never met one. Before you judge me to be one of the unique lifestyled goths or emos, be aware that what wear, how you wear it, how you talk, how often you socialize, what you possess, and your hobbies does not make you're lifestyle. Putting plastic fangs in your mouths, wearing black clothes and makeup, and laughing when a gruesome murder takes place on the TV screen that seems to feed your nonexistent individualism and imagination, does not define your lifestyle. Watching mind-numbing amounts of Anime, being able to manipulate a writing utensil to create an image that resembles a 2-dimension blob with overlarge eyes and a gaping mouth does not define your lifestyle.
Well back to me.
I am a critic of what I criticize, I love SciFi, though I am apt to try my hand at sorcery fiction as well. I rip apart what I disagree with, and I support what I stand for. I love Star Trek, but not deep Space Nine, nor am I a trekkie. I will kill any one who can speak Klingon. William Shattner is a horrible actor, though he was dashing when he young. Spock and data would make an interesting couple, but only if data made himself into a woman and produced white skinned pointy-eared offspring.
Flame me, see if I fucking care. I don't exist. Not to you. Only to one person. Myself.