Holy shit, it’s my about page.

I’m Kaz – short for Karen – a writer, rebel and aspiring boyband heartthrob. I make a living from precisely one (1) of these things, but someday I hope to release a hit single called It’s Only Creepy When They’re Ugly (and I’m Hot).

I write about being a woman, being a badass and being yourself, among other bullshit. (I also write copy for money and flattery. That’s not an either/or thing. I require both.)

I’ve never been the type of woman I’m ‘supposed’ to be. I love video games, sci-fi, comics, swearing and farting (which I think we can all admit is one of life’s simplest pleasures). I do not like wearing dresses, shoes I can’t run around in, or thongs (which are a type of shoe you can’t run around in, but also extremely uncomfortable underwear).

I think the best movies are ones where cool women do awesome things. Second best are French arthouse. Third best are ones where hot guys get injured and take off their shirts. Just kidding! I hate arthouse. (Big big fan of hot guys getting injured and shirtless, though.)

If I were a character in a fantasy novel, I’d be a rogue. My favourite definition of a rogue is ‘a person who behaves in an aberrant or unpredictable way, typically with damaging or dangerous effects’. If I were a character in a video game, I’d be the protagonist’s companion who favours thieving and murdering.

Instead of constantly imagining myself as fictional characters, I sometimes try to do impressive things in reality. I’ve never saved the world or anything, but I once hiked to Machu Picchu on an empty stomach and no sleep after spending the night squatting over a hole in the ground and expelling the contents of my bowels. I also like to think I’d survive the first wave of a zombie apocalypse.

I’m on a quest to become the most badass version of myself. There are still things I struggle with, because I grew up in the same world as everyone else, but I’m trying. I’M TRYING, GODDAMNIT. *shakes fist at the heavens* *lightning shoots out of fingertips*

I talk more intimately, and more about my own personal journey, in my newsletter. People assure me it’s brilliant and hilarious and insightful. And it doesn’t cost any money! All I require is your soul when you die or turn 76, whichever comes first. Come and get it.