I'm actually a white cis girl in my mid 30s named Kayla Dunch. I have several hundred thousand followers on Instagram where I post gym selfies and images of novel mixed drinks. I actually have a passion for independent restauranteurship and regularly collaborate with local bars and family-owned restaurants to do what I can to boost their sales. It's something I'm passionate about. I've seen too many of my favorite mom and pop Mexican places close down because of poor foot traffic. I'm even considering going back to college to det a degree in marketing so I can use my social media experience to start a bilingual ad firm that specializes in food and hospitality. I don't talk about that much on Instagram though.
I have a rare sleep disorder that causes intense and rapid movement of the fingers and toes during REM sleep. Every night for the past seven years, completely unbeknownst to me, I have been unconsciously downloading the Tumblr app to my phone, and the random spasms of my body have been maintaining a persona as a transgender 20 something with a mildly famous blog focused on humorously discussing historical occultism and oddball short fiction. By the end of the night, my entirely random hypnagogic twitching will write several 3/10 jokes about historical magic, queue the posts, and then delete Tumblr entirely from my phone before I wake. Even the words you are reading now were not truly written by me, and are only the unimaginably unlikely result of random neurons firing into my sleeping muscles. I would be horrified to learn any of this, as in my waking life I am extremely and virulently homophobic and transphobic. Just an absolutely dogshit person.