Delete your mental history and focus here, as the profile name says, I am 𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑁𝑌.

If it's too long, you can call me Matt, Meny, Nely or Nel. Whatever sounds most pleasant in the language, more legible to the eyes and better to type.

Born male, raised religious and doomed from birth to the sin of bisexuality.

❝Tell me I'm shallow, consider my words profound.❞

I write what comes to my head and I don't go back. Whether it's making men kneel polishing Oxford shoes with their tongue or those who step on you with vows of love and promises as sweet as the hot tip of a cigarette.

Nationality:

I was born under the 40-degree sun, surrounded by beaches, wearing Havaianas, listening to Marília Mendonça, making carnival fantasies by hand and waving the green-yellow shirt every World Cup.

Brazilian in the blood and with more than 100% loyalty.

English is not my official language:

I studied, studied, studied and barely learned my own language, my neurons are summarized in images of little dogs sleeping and photos of Dilf Leon Kennedy without a shirt.

So, I'll be leaving the bilingual area to those who know how to use it perfectly—or almost. Turning the nonsense I write in Portuguese to cross continents—Grok, the chosen one is always you, who is made for it, unlike me with my silly fingers.

That's why I sign this corner with my most sincere decree of forgiveness in case the AI makes a mistake in the translation.

Frequency?

More inconsistent than the Marvel scriptwriters, maybe one day I'll settle well into something that isn't my own bed.

ADHD:

Diagnosed with ADHD, I have accumulated ideas, unfinished fanfics and almost no free hour in the day.

And, between one comma and another in my tasks, I find space to give myself the freedom to create.

What I do is for fun, not duty. I write from the inside out, with kisses and love bites. Letting myself imagine, leaving my little tracks in the world and not wanting to be remembered, but rather a good and brief memory.

Everything I create, I review, clicking the cracked tip of my graphite pencil on the notebook or typing until I lose track of time. Every personality, bad attitudes, pettiness and long intros that you will see, was read in the smallest details, wanting to serve the best for the best.

And if I slip, don't let me fall. Call me, warn me and give that small and gentle ear pull, I don't block those who expect good spelling and coherence in the facts.