abstract: an autobiographical blend of fact and fiction, a reply to Demetri Martin's "Who Am I?" 
mythology is a titular homage to MJ's HIStory.

 Alphonse Mucha's Spring (1896)

soy una mujer. I am one of Eve's many daughters, refusing to believe that my sex was created from Adam's rib. Although juicy apples are delicious and sweet to taste, I am no exception and am cursed with monthly visits just the same.

Lucas Cranach the Elder's Adam and Eve (1528)

Desperate Housewives' title sequence spin off of
 Lucas Cranach the Elder's Adam and Eve (1528)

Far from Eden, living in a digital age, I am called an endless array of names, while my identity is masked behind a flurry of usernames online.
names I call myself include:
1.  the norm
     a. Jessica (ego) - around acquaintances, strangers, and others.
     b. Jess - with those who are familiar, friends and family alike.

2. familial names
     a. my Chinese forename name is a type of precious jade, as is my sister's, my mother's and her sisters' names.
     b. my surname is a shade of red.
     c. mun mun = family pet name

3. misc.
     a. Camille - after Alexandre Dumas' Camille; the fake name I use whenever I'm not using my credit card to pay for things.
     b. sassica - (id) the name I earned myself after one night of fake runway chassé-ing and infamous vomit damage in SF.
     c. j'existentialiste - (super ego) cause I enjoy Sartre plays.
     d. calam.itty.bitty.jess - if I was brave enough to join a roller derby team, this would be my derby name.

George Cukor's Camille (1936) 

I am Beauty and the Beast (la belle et la bête), Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde.

Jean Cocteau's La belle et la bête (1946)

a. As la belle, I am a bibliophile, fantasy enthralls me and I wish for lifesize things. My sweetness and patience paves the way to care for the pariah beast.

Belle tells some sheep about a book in Disney's Beauty and the Beast (1991)

b. As la bête, my pride and stubbornness can take over at times. My appetite is ravenous and impolite. I'd grumble a little roar if you came between me and my dinner.

bon appétit!

In regards to la comida, I am a soup maiden and a jello enthusiast with the sweetest sweet tooth ever known. Fondant on cakes and pastries is the sweet fusion of art and food.

as seen during my trip in Hong Kong

I love the slumberland concoction of warm, steaming milk and honey as much as I approve of interracial relationships. I am 8 weeks strong without coffee; 4 months is the end goal in sight.

John Lennon and Yoko Ono's Milk and Honey (1984)

I love passionately and tragically like Garbo with her Gilbert, and Elizabeth with her Richard. Be mi elefante Diego, and I will be tu paloma Frida. I am la luna a tu sol, the moon empress to your General Sol.*

Greta Garbo and John Gilbert 

Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor

Frida and Diego Rivera (1931) 

I am a calendar girl; I watch each day go by like a wind that came and went. Each day of the week has its own name: sunshine sunday, mono monday^, totes tuesday, wicked wednesday, thirsty thursday, frakin' friday, sassy saturday. Last winter was my époque bleu, this spring is my époque rose, and the coming summer will be my époque miel. Picasso would be proud.

Stars' "Calendar Girl"

I drift, I float, I cannot tell a lie.+

from The Sound of Music (1965)

I am a collector (la collectionneuse) of thoughts, memories, beautiful words written, spoken, and sung by others, snapshots, LPs even though I don't have a record player (silly me), metro stubs, and postcards.

When I am hard at work, as opposed to hardly working, I am Mulan, Joan of Arc, a soldier with a mission to get things done, a Jedi with a pretty baby blue lightsaber.

I am a hybrid persona, a Sagittarius by birth, a sphinx when I am misunderstood, a mermaid when I am in the sea, and a siren when I am singing, but never a harpy.

mermaids in Peter Pan (1953)
It goes to show that girls are still very catty even if they're half fish.

* = a play off of the name General Tso
^ = in Spanish, mono can either be the word for monkey (el mono) or the adjective meaning cute (¡que mono! = how cute!)
+ = a mashup and misremembrance of the following lyrics from The Sound of Music's "So Long, Farewell":
I'm glad to go
I cannot tell a lie

I flit, I float
I fleetly flee, I fly

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