My name is Phylicia Kecskes. I was born May 13th, 1992. I stand a mere 5’3”. I’m a second generation American being half Hungarian, a quarter Irish, and the rest is mutt. I am a born and raised Coloradoan, with no greater love than for the mountains and the thin air at high elevations. I am very proud of my heritage and my background. I was raised by a single mom and I have two older brothers. My mother raised me to be an individual, caring, polite, and respectable. My brother’s taught me to be tough, defend myself, and not “take shit from nobody”. I grew up much faster than the kid’s around me due to struggles with a divorcing family, older siblings, and spending a chuck of my childhood in the Denver Children’s Hospital with a sick older brother. I can support myself and sometimes feel more comfortable alone than in a group of people. I make friends slow, but I keep them long. I am shy, and self-conscious. I think that everywhere I go there are judging eyes, and I put up a big fake front to confuse them. I act very confident, but inside I am not. I do drink, and at times I’ve been afraid I’d become an alcoholic. I have a very high tolerance for liquor, and that has caused many problems. I do smoke weed, but I try to limit my in take. I have trust and commitment issues, and I am hoping one day I’ll find a guy who understands that and helps me get over it. In relationships I am the best friend type of lover. I hate being clinging and PDA is weird. I much prefer a day on the couch playing video games over a fancy restaurant, guys don’t seem to understand that. I hope, like most, one day to be married and have kids. Though I have trust issues I give my trust away fast, and I’ve learned the hard way that it’s a bad idea, I still do it. I have a big, loud mouth that has gotten me into trouble more than once. I am more aggressive than most, and I will fight if necessary. When necessary is subjective. I’m more down to earth, and would prefer a life full of happiness, than full of money. I’ve realized in recent time that I am not afraid of death, but afraid that I will leave nothing behind when I die. I hope to have a legacy, and if it’s nothing more than “she was a wonderful person” I’ll still be satisfied. I’m afraid of aging, because in my family it doesn’t go well. I hope to never have to be in assisted living, I would always like to support myself.

This is me, take it or leave it. I am who I am.