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Since it appears we're doing at-length bios now...

I is a 37-year-old dyke, born once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away. Or so it seems! Actually, I was born in 1982 in a dying coal town in the U.S. state of Texas, where I explored and caused mischief.

I've known that I liked other girls since elementary school, but was confused about my sexual orientation during my tween years. My parents did not approve, but also didn't really buy my account of myself too much because they figured it was just me being out to rebel and irk them in another way. I suppose it was an understandable view. I was generally grounded during my teen years. Which I often defied. The response from my parents was generally like "Sigh. Janice...". Yar, I was that kid.

Anyway, as time wore on, I got tired of being grounded all the time and superficially gave in on a lot of things. Among these was that I *officially" conceded that my same-sex attraction was all petty acts of rebellion and pledged never to participate in such sinful deeds again and ceased to do so openly. To prove my sincerity, I started dating guys. But it wasn't an act, of course; I was, in fact, a lesbian. I've just kept that on the down low in town since then, as it's a pretty conservative place that's basically run by the local church (Southern Baptist).

The original Dyke March in 1993 made a difference in my life. I was 11 at the time and this was back in the pre-internet days, in a tiny, rural community where nobody was then or is now out as gay. I saw coverage of the Dyke March on TV and suddenly had words for what I was (or might be, I thought to myself at the time) and realized that I wasn't the only person out there like me. So yeah, while some people may not see the need for things like parades and marches celebrating gay pride, highlighting lesbian issues, that sort of thing anymore today (including some members of the LGBT community), there was a time and place where the existence of such things made a real difference in my life.

I have (quietly) dated women since graduating high school, but am currently single.

At least I've became a tremendous success life in other ways though: I currently bag groceries, clean toilets, return carts from the store parking lot, sweep floors, etc. for a living at an out-of-town grocery store that I can't afford to shop at. Once upon a time, I was going to become a train engineer or else a traveling historian who made a living writing books and giving speeches like the peeps interviewed on The History Channel. But then I discovered that I simply lacked the discipline for such things and recognized that I was doing terribly in college even after swapping out majors and starting to run out of money, so I gave up and decided to just start earning a "living" properly now. And here I am.

Video games were often therapeutic for me growing up and still are. The game that got me into gaming was the original Metroid. My dad had bought an NES in the fall of 1986 (when I was four) and actually tried to get me into some of his early purchases, like the original Super Mario Bros. and Ghosts n' Goblins. Don't know what he was thinking with the latter because at that age, I found that game scary and way too difficult. Super Mario Bros. I found neat in that it was the title that taught me what video games were, and I was briefly fascinated by being able to move a character around on the screen, but the limitations of how I could do so grew irksome to me quickly and I got bored of it. The more open-ended nature of Metroid, which my dad got the following year, however, I found captivating. I was unable to put it down the first time I played it at five years of age (even though I wasn't exactly masterful back then) and would say I was a gamer from that point forward.

As the years went on, my tastes grew up to an extent. My parents got me the Sega Genesis with Golden Axe I requested for my 8th birthday in 1990 and that marked a shift whereafter I didn't feel like going back to the NES very often. I started getting into Sega titles like ToeJam & Earl, Sonic the Hedgehog, Streets of Rage, the aforementioned Golden Axe, Shining Force, the Lunar games, and so on, as well as tournament fighters (the new in-thing back then) like Street Fighter II, Killer Instinct, and the Mortal Kombat games, as well as more story-driven and/or "adult" computer games like Out of This World, The Secret of Monkey Island, Alone in the Dark, Wolfenstein 3D, Civilization, Doom, and the Theresa Duncan games (Chop Suey, Smarty, and Zero Zero). The Super NES made a splash with me beginning in late 1993 with the release of Secret of Mana, followed quickly by Illusion of Gaia, Super Metroid, and Final Fantasy VI.

I initially had difficulty adjusting to the shift to 3D, but the early Tomb Raider games in particular helped me make the transition eventually. My interest in games generally waned during the 2000s though, as the popular titles started being the Grand Theft Auto and Saints Row games, the original God of War, the Halo games, Gears of War, stuff like that that honestly probably did have real merits objectively but to which I just couldn't relate aesthetically and often found offensive (as frankly intended). That's widely considered to have been the golden age of gaming though, so I guess there's something wrong with me.  The 2000s were also sort of the darkest period of my life outside of gaming and I can't help mentally associating the games of that era with that dark period I don't like reliving. However, the current decade has brought me back into the fold, most of all with the popularization of Steam and independent games development, as well as with many of Sony's newer first-party titles starting with Heavy Rain.

Also, I'm part of the Cats cult.

Last edited by Jaicee - on 29 February 2020