New to this. Just thought I'd dangle my spangle over the iron jaws, willing them to snap shut. I'm trying to reach out to someone, who, like me, or not like me in the least, is reaching out, with a moth on each shoulder, to the long-mute star-shocked world and its sensual weathers. Oh for a little tender intimacy with a person - a bona fide human being! - before metaphysics murders me...

An unequivocally female person, who may or may not be mad as birds. There's no point being overly finical.