Peer through the kaleidoscope that is my soul and find all kinds of shrewd crap, black and white metal rocks, rainbow coloured goddesses, furious trapped volcanos, words of many languages kissing, a well guarded treasure box filled with magic hugs and smiles, an ugly beast dragged against its will by a desperate slave, long hair blowing in exciting wind, many eyes as different as mountains and oceans, a miserable wandering spider biting itself, a forever running shire horse trying to be arabic, free Sabrewings flying in the sun obsessing about delicious nectar, a crying stray dog in the middle of flashing city lights, banging heads, a tree with 27 slowly multiplying branches, catpaws printed onto a beating heart, a black Ferocactus flower, fragile books you cannot read...
The simple way: Siri Waltraud von Groote (Sigurt Walter fån-Gråte) = 27 year old swedish/german anti-racist feminist dyke.