More Joy Day
Thank you, anonymistresses for the giftses *polishes them*, and to underscore unhurt underscore for the postcard (mussy hugh in tight shorts = hi, you own my heart *rereads again*)
Soo, happy happy joy joy abounds...I'm thinking about joy, and moreover what gives me joy. Assume the family friends fandom- in fact, I'm going to tell you about 5 inanimate things that give me joy.
1- my mobius strip bracelet- it's heavy silver, and it's all one surface. I love it because it's beautiful and because it's such a perfect theoretical object. I had it for my eighteenth birthday, and treasure it.
2- my stuffed monkey. I've had itsince I was a baby- it's about 3 feet long, and used to be fluffier than it is. I sleep wrapped around it still- it feels weird when it's not there.
3- my cello. It was my aunty's, it's C19th, made by Josefus Grienburger. I love it, because when I play it it feels like a part of me, like I could curl myself into it and become all warm wood and sweet rumbling sounds. My trumpet I love too, because I can make it sound harsh or sweet, play classicalor jazz.
4- books, of course, but one book which was chosen for me by my uncle, called the little grey men. It's a lovely story, about gnomes (of course), and I love it because my uncle was a hard man to get to know- depressive and introverted, and I was too young when he died to talk to him properly. Finding out that he...well,that he knew me enough to know what book I liked meant the world to me.
5-my abstract quilt of The Swing,by Fragonard. The concept of this quilt is wonderful, and the painting itself is beautiful, fun and flirty, with things hiding in the shadows.
And, well, fandom gives me joy. Of course. Fandom taught me to write, it taught me that being scared is okay, and that being brave sometimes means doing one things slightly differently. It's given me a group of strong women to look up to, and a knowledge of anatomy and deviant sexual practices that has meant that I've lost any class in my group of friends. And it's taught me that class is highly overrated. You've all given me so much, and believe me I'm so grateful for that, and so joyful about that. Thank you. All of you.