The Yamsta: A Brief History

So you know my name is May, but what other fun stuff is there? Well...I was born on December 20, 1978 at 5 am in Salvator Mundi Hospital in Rome, Italy. That makes me a Sagittarius! Yeah! My dad is Iraqi with a little Russian, and my mom is ninth generation (or something outrageous like that) English-Scotch-Irish. Rock on half-breeds. I have one brother, Faisal, 25. He rocks, even if he did just buy a 4-door. I also have a cat, and despite her complete aversion to anything that has ever moved, she's cool too.

I lived in Italy until I was 2, at which point I moved to Bethesda, MD. I went to Walt Whitman High School. While I was there, I was all kinds of involved with the choral program and sang in all 4 of the choral ensembles. I also was president of the Young Democrats, did a few shows, played lacrosse, and wreaked havoc with the coolest crew of kiddz you could ever imagine. I graduated with the class of 1996, and then went on to Mount Holyoke College (duh). I came out in the fall of '96, and it's been a wild and crazy ride ever since.

My passions are women's studies, rugby, gay rights, the RMS Titanic, cats, pasta, Indigo Girls, the beach, DC, and McDonald's fries. I am distinctly not a fan of the right wing (especially organizations professing to be acting in the interest of "family values"), getting tickled in the ribcage, dogs in general, hypocrites, bigots, women's self-depricating remarks, running, liars, the stupid New England weather, the excessive amount of crap I am avoiding doing by writing this, and cous-cous.

Last semester I did a ton of really neat-o crap (don't ask for anything more eloquent than that). I went to Costa Rica with the Glee Club, and I went to Birmingham with the MHC Service and Leadership Odyssey. We did socially righteous stuff. It rocked. Were I actually in school right now instead of hiding out in the rainforest, I would undoubtedly be occupying my time as I normally do, namely by procrastinating, going nuts on the rugby pitch, missing my buddies from home like crazy, co-chairing MHC's illustrious LBTQA support group, Spectrum, singing in the "Glee" Club, working, talking about sex with Marty (the conversations are with Marty. Not the actual sex), and finding new and fun ways to rationalize slacking. I am a women's studies major, which you already know, and when I return I will be doing my 390 (fieldwork). Terrifying. Right now I'm debating working with women in prison ("women in prison? first reaction was - great idea! how interesting! second reaction was - um, can we not do a 390 on something you've fetishized?"--Siena Chrisman). Any suggestions for a topic would be greatly appreciated. Email me. Future plans? This month's career choice is to run a shelter for GLBTQ kids who have been thrown out. Don't ask where I'm getting the money, cause I won't have an answer. My mom thinks I should make it a nation-wide foundation and call it "The Tinky-Winky House". Other possibilities include the Peace Corps, or just running around Costa Rica. Ideally, I want to overthrow the patriarchy someday, but I have to amass my feminist troops before then, so I'll keep you posted. Basically my two rules for immediate post-graduation activities are: 1) I will not work at a desk and 2) I will not go to grad school. What the hell, maybe I'll become an investment banker. I heart capitalism.

So that's all the stuff I can think of, especially since I really ought to be packing. More to come when I get back, I suppose. If you have issues with the rather basic format of this particular leg of my page, deal. Other than that, goodnight and don't get into too much trouble without me.

Back to my main page