My name's Wednesday Miller. I'm a weird kid. I'm bad at these introduction things. You're in for a bumpy ride.
I've been walking the planet in this flesh vessel for nearly 25 years, currently making my stomping grounds Columbia, Missouri for most of the last 6 years. I'm a sideshow performer alongside one of my best friends, Doc Carny. Sometimes I tell jokes at stand-up comedy shows, but I'm better at snarky or witty one-liners. I used to be a writer, I used to be a musician. I had my heart broken too many times for some things to come easy anymore, so I'll stick to what I'm good at - putting weird shit in my body, and stomping faces.
Almost 25 years ago, I arrived on a doorstep in Illinois. Actually, I'm the product of my dad coming home from the Gulf War. One of those two things are true. I'm still not sure. I grew up in suburbia outside of St. Louis until I was almost 14. The summer before freshman year was the onset of depression and bipolar, while my parents split up and I was moved to Southern Missouri. That year, I met some of my best friends to this day. I saved one's life in September that year. I don't talk about it. the night before my Junior Prom changed my entire world. A former friend would flip his truck three times with me and my boyfriend, Kasey, inside. I took an ambulance to the local hospital. Kasey was less fortunate, and had a broken neck in three places and was instantly paralyzed from the chest down. I have forgotten who I was before this moment in my life. I barely graduated the next year, and Kasey died 8 days before I turned 18. I tried and failed at college and dropped out three times. The last being because my on again, off again boyfriend since I was 14, Sebastian, would die tragically in an accident against a semi. My life fell apart again. By this point in my life, I was friends with a Canadian I met through a suicide prevention organization. After the death of my best friends in less than 2 years, I ran. I was denied entry at the border, and came home to pick up the pieces. Then I wasted a few years drinking, and making bad life choices with stupid guys. Then I made Canada a thing. I met the Canadian, I moved to Toronto a few months later, we got married in 2015. We are getting a divorce. Don't worry about it, it just wasn't a good situation. Now I'm just doing my thing with a cool dude that thinks I'm the shit. That's pretty punk rock.
I'm a pretty big fan of music. I'm usually vague about subgenres because there's too many and no band has just one. My ears prefer punk and metal these days, but I appreciate a lot of tunes. I used to play trumpet, a bit of alto sax, marching quads, percussion, and thrashed on bass in a shitty metal band for one day. My friends are better musicians, it's all good. I'm all about live shows though. I'm that tiny 100-pound girl kicking every dude's ass in the pit. I always mosh. It's required for my mental health.
My favorite thing in the entire world is pro wrestling. I love that shit so much. No, it's not fake, it's scripted and planned out so people don't die. I describe it as a testosterone fueled soap opera of greased up men in underwear battle to lay on top of each other for three seconds... sometimes for a belt. I can and will talk about it for hours without stopping. There will be a thousand wrestling posts.
I'm just a kid trying to survive, honestly. I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I'm a Burner & wasteland kid. I'm a crusty goth punk. I'm snarky and a bitch. I'm nerdy and an idiot. I'm Shoutica, Captain Sadness and Grouchy Spice. I'm the reincarnated spirit of a Beatnik King trapped in a girl's body decades too late. I'm also maybe one of the best or worst people you'll ever me.
It's nice to meet you. Fuck Yer Day! (that's a Burner phrase that can be used for a greeting or goodbye, a fuck you or I love you or whatever)
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