Miranda Jules
Bio
I am always looking to expand my mind and knowledge of the fundamentals of what makes this world our reality. I love food, restaurants, higher self, and intuition. I am an LGBTQ+ advocate, I have ADHD, and I am on the Autism spectrum.
Stories (4/0)
Under the Ice
I was born in 2051, after the second Great Depression there wasn’t much to look forward to. Most of the stores were shut down especially the small shops so all that was left was a few big box stores that you had to drive 5 hours to unless you were close to the area. No one was close to those areas anymore, most of the time you can barely get close to those stores. It just seems like there is an endless line of people trying to hang on to the last bit of that society that does not exist anymore. Now, we have an arm band to identify and keep track of our quality, not quite the futuristic chip implants that we all expected. The arm bands do have a tracker, it tells me how many calories I’ve eaten and burned, I can scan it at the water stations, and at care facilities. I barely remember how it was before.
By Miranda Jules3 years ago in Fiction
Trans Pride
It is hard to say the exact moment that I loved him, them, the person before me bound by titles and gender expectations. Our society brainwashes us to believe that we all need to subscribe to our pre determined groups based on our sex organs at birth. Luckily I have never been the type to follow blindly and without question. For the beginning of my dating years I became a straight passing part of our society. I was never in a closet that resembled the closests of people whom I had seen struggle before. I have always liked, loved, understood and pursued women, all my life. I have never been secretive about It and I am also never extremely forthcoming with my private endeavors. My closet was my own built of repressed self reflection. Had I chosen this internal redoric that homosexuality is Synonymous with being a sinner damned to hell.
By Miranda Jules3 years ago in Pride
The Truth About Culinary School
When I first decided to go to culinary school, it was 2010. I surprised myself in one of my manic phases and did something I may or may not have done in a less impulsive state of mind. I am a second generation Chef, which just means that my dad is also a Chef and has worked in kitchens all of his adult life. My dad did not go to culinary school, but rather, he worked his way through the ranks of kitchens like a true old-school culinarian. If I had to do it all over again, that might have been my choice as well.
By Miranda Jules5 years ago in Education
