May 18, 2002
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From Beaming to SheWolf to MaryT63 and now to me, these questions came. Introspection was needed (by me, to get my behavior into perspective). It’s why I came to Xanga. Maybe this will help.
What do you most like about your body?
It’s still alive. I wasn’t, according to doctors, supposed to live long enough to “grow up”. Maybe in a sense they were right, but physically-speaking, they guessed wrong.
And least?
Limitations due to injury and illness.
How many fillings do you have?
I didn’t count as they went in and some of them fell out, and I’m not going to count now.
Do you think you’re good-looking?
I WAS drop-dead gorgeous until I aged and let myself go. Vestiges of the attitude remain.
Do other people often tell you that you’re good-looking?
not lately
Do you look like a celebrity?
Does Yoda count? Okay, I don’t have the ears for it, anyway. As a child, my mother entered me in a Shirley Temple lookalike contest, but I didn’t win. In my twenties and thirties, with a blonde wig over my red hair, I looked like Doris Day.
Do you wear a watch?
no, not for years and years
How many coats/jackets not counting blazers?
Ignorance and apathy: don’t know, don’t care
Favorite pants/skirt color?:
BLACK
Most expensive item of clothing?
The original price, or what I paid in the thrift shop?
What kind of shoes do you wear?
None at all when I can get away with it. Outdoors in summer: mocassins or Reeboks. Outdoors in winter: Sno-jogs when it’s warm, Sorel pac-boots rated to 80-below-zero, when it’s cold. Indoors in winter, my favorites!: grungy once-white fake-fur booties nearly to the knee, whose worn out soles I’ve replaced with camo duct tape. Visualize yeti feet….
Describe your style:
no bullshit
Do your friends know you?
Yes, if they’ve paid attention and believe what I tell them.
What do they tend to be like?:
Tolerant, or else I get under their skin too much. Fairly honest or I don’t hang around with them.
Are there traits in you that are universally liked?
I don’t think so.
How many people do you tell everything to?:
What I know, I tell. I publish it, and also a lot of what I imagine, suspect, wish, etc. There are a few incriminating facts I keep to myself, but my feelings are a matter of public record.
Favorite band ever?:
Blind Faith, only because around the time they formed then faded I stopped choosing favorite bands.
Most-listened-to bands:
Whatever my kid has on the speakers when I walk in, until I get him into his headphones. In my workroom I keep a smooth jazz station on for background noise. The plants like it.
Do you find any musicians good-looking?:
Oh, yes. I’m just old, not dead! The young, slender Elvis, young-to-middle-age Sinatra, Willie Nelson even now, Ricky Martin…I could go on. Why bother?
Can you play an instrument?:
The dancer’s instruments: tambourine, castanets, finger cymbals; and all percussion instruments. I got rhythm!
Type of music most listened to:
New Age, smooth jazz
Type of music least listened to:
Rap, country, Baroque.
Do you detest religion?
I deplore the power and manipulation of all priesthoods, any time, any brand. The force that inspires religious thought, and the efforts various humans make at realizing it, I respect.
How do you think this universe was formed?
The pattern and raw materials were created and allowed to evolve into whatever it might become.
Who do you believe is the smartest man alive at the moment?
Tough question, since Gregory Bateson died…I’d be willing to bet that whoever it is really, he is smart enough to be so obscure I never heard of him.
What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day?
If the land needs water, I like rain. When floods are immanent, the sun is welcome. My favorite weather of all is a night of absolute stillness, no wind, and big fluffy snowflakes drifting down in silence.
Do you consider yourself lucky?
What is luck? Something you can “encourage” with rituals or prayers…or is it just favorable happenstance? In one sense, I’m lucky to even be alive, considering all my congenital defects and risk-taking behavior.
Do you feel pity for those who commit suicide?:
No, nor envy, nor blame, just the love I feel for all my fellow beings.
Choose one word to describe how you feel most often:
contented
Comments (5)
Fascinating. Like the bedazzling hues that encompasses every garden. Jazz? Interesting. Jazz could be the back-up energizer any time, any day. Beauty of superficiality is nothing compared to the beauty that filters through inside out, emerging to live in the light–supended in time.
Beauty. what is me? Interesting to know. Can’t believe I read the whole thing. Don’t know if I’d ever write a similar thing, though I would like to have it to read later in my life, or to give to my children when they age.
I will think about an extended profile. Thank you for your comments very much.
-B
I knew that.
~FofLmAo~
wonderful.
I think you are still beautiful. Your appearance reflects the wisdom of your years. And that hair is still arrestingly, flamin’ red. I gotta agree, in your young pictures, you are drop-dead gorgeous. I like what you say about religion. I feel the same way, but could not have articulated it so well.
I have a huge crush on Ricky Martin. I have a thing for Latino men…my fiance’ is Latino. I shouldn’t make such a generalization, but from my experience they are the best in bed, too. That Latin sensulaity is not a myth.
I had never had a Virgo lover before now, either, but that Virgo attention to detail and desire to “serve” is totally awesome when it comes to sex (hope that wasn’t TMI).