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Oh, Gods. Janet Jackson's pretty pierced nipple isn't lessening my horniness. Not that I'm into the skinny lady, it's just the repetition of the word "nipple". Yes, nipples nipples everywhere, all over the TV, attached to a sleeping lover that's too ill for me to wake, but there isn't a single one in my mouth. See the problem?
This is me in heat. That's why I keep talking about my crushes, even the ones that seem pretty hopeless. Of the three new ones, the grrl-who-isn't-Fawn is the one that's most in the realm of "could happen". Her Primary has already given full consent for me to ravish his spritely womyn. There's been a bit of "you're sooooo cool!", "no, you are!" going back and forth between us. But, maybe because of this, I'm all relaxed about that one. We will become better friends, and if further things happen, then they will. And we'll giggle with delight and tumble into bed. No big deal.
If I wasn't so picky, I'd be at Club Hell right now, trying to get some underage grrrl drunk or say just the right sort of things to tickle some gothboi's fancy. But I am picky, so I'm whining about my crushes instead.
To give myself a break, I think I'll answer idonotlikepeas' questions. This was the interview meme. Feel free to ask me other questions, or request an interview from me. Be warned: I may ask some mighty personal stuff. I'm curious!
1. Define the word "art".
Art is the product of successful transference. The artist embodies some emotion in a sight, sound, taste, and/or touchable object which, when experienced by some other person, may cause that person to feel a similar emotion. It doesn't always work. And certainly, not every random person can attune themselves to every type & style of art, but open-minded sorts will probably have a wider array of art that moves them than those who close themselves off.
2. Are there any aspects of an individual's personality that cannot be fundamentally changed over time?
Inborn traits, the old Nature vs. Nurture question, hmm? I do believe that there are a few, but far less than are currently perceived in most of our society. I think that there are a few nice tidbits encoded in my DNA, or given to me by my Goddess. My eyes are sensitive to colour and details, and they readily latch onto pictures of all sorts. I'm also good at alphabets and languages. I think I'm clever: I can learn new things (if I want to) very quickly. Dunno if creativity/imagination are inborn or nurtured. They definitely have been nurtured, so it's pretty hard to tell.
I don't believe boys are bad cooks and awful housekeepers, or that girls are less emotionally stable and weak leaders. I think those are generic personality traits that get trained into each new generation. Subconsciously, by most. If I raise kids, I'll try my hardest to raise them without such harsh gender-lines.
3. When horse gurgle din bumper reggae cowlick dancing spaniel?
Well, I guess when trees power silver cork winged thylacines.
4. If you had to give up one thing that you love, what would it be?
*sigh* I wish you'd said one person instead of one thing. I can't consider an eX a thing. I really wish I could fall out of love as ridiculously easy as I tend to fall into it. But I already gave him up, anyway, so I guess it couldn't count.
Thing. Thing. I love a lot of things: one of the reasons I'm not a Buddhist is how attached I am to things. This is called my Toy Room for a reason: toys, some that were given to me when I was less than a year old, peak out of every shelf and box.
One of my favourite teddy bears is named simply Teddy. He's a big bear with big arms, perfect for even a 28-year-old kid to hug tight. The only reason the sobbing, shaking me could leave her house on 9/11 was because her arms were wrapped tight around this particular bear. If I saw a child, as shaken as I was then, sobbing as uncontrollably as I have on so many nights I've held Teddy . . . I'd give him to the child. He feels like he's hugging you back, and it helps. Even if you're thinking that two buildings might have just fallen on lots of old friends, he helps.
5. Which would be worse: justice or oblivion?
I really, really wish I had answered this before I thought about it.
At first glance, it seems obvious. Of course I'd rather have something than nothing! But, wait: there is one form of justice I wouldn't like. When goody-two-shoes Wiccans talk about the Threefold Way, they cheerfully explain how they couldn't do a love spell to a specific person, because they think anything you send out, you get back threefold. So the slightest prank would cause Coyote himself to prank you back, somewhere down the road. Or something like that. If the world of Goofus and Gallant, of Barney the Dinosaur, of Davey and Goliath . . . if that world were the one I was forced to live in, then I would be wearing the black hat and moustache, and I would be punished again and again for my "crimes". That's no good.
And, alternatively, I recently realized a beautiful form of oblivion. I am not very good at keeping things in long-term memory. When I think back to my first eX, I have some fond memories and some memories that make me remember why I broke up with the boy. But, in general, I'm mellow. I can't really remember the anguish that I felt for many months on both sides of the moment we broke up.
Someday, I hope, a similar mini-amnesia will sweep away the pain that's still slinking around the darker corners of my heart. I haven't been complaining, lately, but it still hurts. Less than it did. But it hurts.
So if there is a beneficial oblivion, and a disagreeable justice . . . which can I choose? Except for that one type, oblivion would be worse. Except for that one type, justice would be better. And, as one of those pesky no-answer-is-a-fine-answer postmodernists, that is all the answer I can give. ;)
Good question, though.
This is me in heat. That's why I keep talking about my crushes, even the ones that seem pretty hopeless. Of the three new ones, the grrl-who-isn't-Fawn is the one that's most in the realm of "could happen". Her Primary has already given full consent for me to ravish his spritely womyn. There's been a bit of "you're sooooo cool!", "no, you are!" going back and forth between us. But, maybe because of this, I'm all relaxed about that one. We will become better friends, and if further things happen, then they will. And we'll giggle with delight and tumble into bed. No big deal.
If I wasn't so picky, I'd be at Club Hell right now, trying to get some underage grrrl drunk or say just the right sort of things to tickle some gothboi's fancy. But I am picky, so I'm whining about my crushes instead.
To give myself a break, I think I'll answer idonotlikepeas' questions. This was the interview meme. Feel free to ask me other questions, or request an interview from me. Be warned: I may ask some mighty personal stuff. I'm curious!
1. Define the word "art".
Art is the product of successful transference. The artist embodies some emotion in a sight, sound, taste, and/or touchable object which, when experienced by some other person, may cause that person to feel a similar emotion. It doesn't always work. And certainly, not every random person can attune themselves to every type & style of art, but open-minded sorts will probably have a wider array of art that moves them than those who close themselves off.
2. Are there any aspects of an individual's personality that cannot be fundamentally changed over time?
Inborn traits, the old Nature vs. Nurture question, hmm? I do believe that there are a few, but far less than are currently perceived in most of our society. I think that there are a few nice tidbits encoded in my DNA, or given to me by my Goddess. My eyes are sensitive to colour and details, and they readily latch onto pictures of all sorts. I'm also good at alphabets and languages. I think I'm clever: I can learn new things (if I want to) very quickly. Dunno if creativity/imagination are inborn or nurtured. They definitely have been nurtured, so it's pretty hard to tell.
I don't believe boys are bad cooks and awful housekeepers, or that girls are less emotionally stable and weak leaders. I think those are generic personality traits that get trained into each new generation. Subconsciously, by most. If I raise kids, I'll try my hardest to raise them without such harsh gender-lines.
3. When horse gurgle din bumper reggae cowlick dancing spaniel?
Well, I guess when trees power silver cork winged thylacines.
4. If you had to give up one thing that you love, what would it be?
*sigh* I wish you'd said one person instead of one thing. I can't consider an eX a thing. I really wish I could fall out of love as ridiculously easy as I tend to fall into it. But I already gave him up, anyway, so I guess it couldn't count.
Thing. Thing. I love a lot of things: one of the reasons I'm not a Buddhist is how attached I am to things. This is called my Toy Room for a reason: toys, some that were given to me when I was less than a year old, peak out of every shelf and box.
One of my favourite teddy bears is named simply Teddy. He's a big bear with big arms, perfect for even a 28-year-old kid to hug tight. The only reason the sobbing, shaking me could leave her house on 9/11 was because her arms were wrapped tight around this particular bear. If I saw a child, as shaken as I was then, sobbing as uncontrollably as I have on so many nights I've held Teddy . . . I'd give him to the child. He feels like he's hugging you back, and it helps. Even if you're thinking that two buildings might have just fallen on lots of old friends, he helps.
5. Which would be worse: justice or oblivion?
I really, really wish I had answered this before I thought about it.
At first glance, it seems obvious. Of course I'd rather have something than nothing! But, wait: there is one form of justice I wouldn't like. When goody-two-shoes Wiccans talk about the Threefold Way, they cheerfully explain how they couldn't do a love spell to a specific person, because they think anything you send out, you get back threefold. So the slightest prank would cause Coyote himself to prank you back, somewhere down the road. Or something like that. If the world of Goofus and Gallant, of Barney the Dinosaur, of Davey and Goliath . . . if that world were the one I was forced to live in, then I would be wearing the black hat and moustache, and I would be punished again and again for my "crimes". That's no good.
And, alternatively, I recently realized a beautiful form of oblivion. I am not very good at keeping things in long-term memory. When I think back to my first eX, I have some fond memories and some memories that make me remember why I broke up with the boy. But, in general, I'm mellow. I can't really remember the anguish that I felt for many months on both sides of the moment we broke up.
Someday, I hope, a similar mini-amnesia will sweep away the pain that's still slinking around the darker corners of my heart. I haven't been complaining, lately, but it still hurts. Less than it did. But it hurts.
So if there is a beneficial oblivion, and a disagreeable justice . . . which can I choose? Except for that one type, oblivion would be worse. Except for that one type, justice would be better. And, as one of those pesky no-answer-is-a-fine-answer postmodernists, that is all the answer I can give. ;)
Good question, though.