In Which I Get Nosy

Imagine it - cinderblock room, painted institutional green. Fluorescent light-fixture on the ceiling, one long bulb dying a slow death, buzzing and flickering. A wooden table. A couple of chairs. A styrofoam cup, the bottom covered with a thin film of acidic, police-station coffee. The interrogator - me. The subject? Samira from Round the Fire. My goal? Find out how she got so damn interesting. Someone that independently-minded has to have dirty laundry somewhere.

No, really - I interviewed Samira as part of this dealie where a blogger agrees to be interviewed, and then passes the meme on by agreeing to interview the first five people who ask for it in the comments. Samira was the only one brave enough to risk The Wrath of Khan Queenie, since I'd promised to go out for blood. I perused her archives, looking for places to go "Aha! Gotcha!"...but I wound up being far more interested in her thought-processes than in digging out her dirty secrets.

I mean, come on, I'm not made of wood, here. Samira is twenty-two. She's a virgin. She's never smoked. She's a gun-totin' lesbian pagan soy-allergic libertarian historical-reenacter who trained as a forensic criminologist in college but now works as a personal chef. If all that don't pique your interest, I can't help you.

Samira has facets upon facets upon facets. Read the interview here - but don't stop there. Delve deeper. This is one interesting individual - I feel certain you'll dig her, too.