CURSE YOU BILLY CORGAN!!!
Okay, long ago I got over the fact that there is one male on this planet that I find DEAD SEXY, hotter than sex, sex on legs… (pick your favorite colorful metaphors to indicate a state of extreme physical, intellectual and emotional attractiveness to add here.) I’ve written treatises on the incomprehensible beauty of Billy Corgan, so I won’t get into that.
What I will get into is a certain dilemma I have going on now. My Cognition instructor looks a lot like Billy. He’s tall, has a shaved head and the slight goatee/mustache thing going that Billy does periodically, when he talks he uses similar hand gestures (slightly below gayboi-ish, but still more expressive than the typical straight male,) and today he smiled in class, and I have to say he even smiles like Billy. (We were discussing the perceptual illusion of movement, and someone in class asked why they called it the Phi Phenomenon, his answer: “They were crazy Germans.” He did actually explain why after everyone stopped snickering (German cognitive psychologists at the time liked to give things symbolic names that were chosen totally arbitrarily), but as you can see, his sense of humor is like Billy’s too, as was the smile on his face as he said ‘crazy Germans.”) Making it worse is the fact that he used the term zeitgeist today.
You can imagine the amount of distraction that goes on in that class for me. Though he does have Billy’s way-too-full-for-a-male lips, his cheek bones aren’t quite up on Billy’s level, his eyes don’t have Billy’s intensity, and he doesn’t have the guitar god/musical genius-thing going on that makes me melt. He is still way more pleasing on the eye than most guys (which isn’t really saying too much, I guess, especially coming from a lesbian) but every once in a while, the way he moves or carries his body, makes a gesture or facial expression, or even some of the phrases he says are very Corganesque. Plus he is intelligent and funny, which are the two most important qualities that attract me to any person (Billy included). I don’t have a crush on him (yet, at least) but his sporadic evoking of thoughts and images of Billy are doing things to my mind, things not quite conducive to the learning of cognitive psychology, things more conducive to the wetting of panties.
What I will get into is a certain dilemma I have going on now. My Cognition instructor looks a lot like Billy. He’s tall, has a shaved head and the slight goatee/mustache thing going that Billy does periodically, when he talks he uses similar hand gestures (slightly below gayboi-ish, but still more expressive than the typical straight male,) and today he smiled in class, and I have to say he even smiles like Billy. (We were discussing the perceptual illusion of movement, and someone in class asked why they called it the Phi Phenomenon, his answer: “They were crazy Germans.” He did actually explain why after everyone stopped snickering (German cognitive psychologists at the time liked to give things symbolic names that were chosen totally arbitrarily), but as you can see, his sense of humor is like Billy’s too, as was the smile on his face as he said ‘crazy Germans.”) Making it worse is the fact that he used the term zeitgeist today.
You can imagine the amount of distraction that goes on in that class for me. Though he does have Billy’s way-too-full-for-a-male lips, his cheek bones aren’t quite up on Billy’s level, his eyes don’t have Billy’s intensity, and he doesn’t have the guitar god/musical genius-thing going on that makes me melt. He is still way more pleasing on the eye than most guys (which isn’t really saying too much, I guess, especially coming from a lesbian) but every once in a while, the way he moves or carries his body, makes a gesture or facial expression, or even some of the phrases he says are very Corganesque. Plus he is intelligent and funny, which are the two most important qualities that attract me to any person (Billy included). I don’t have a crush on him (yet, at least) but his sporadic evoking of thoughts and images of Billy are doing things to my mind, things not quite conducive to the learning of cognitive psychology, things more conducive to the wetting of panties.