November 03, 2004

• I once set myself on fire to proclaim my love for alcohol.
• *subtle glance in sidedish's general direction*
• Well my boyfriend is in reality a female - to male transexual who hasn't yet gone through the whole hormone / surgery bit. I love him no matter what happens, but I must admit, and have admitted that if he goes on the hormones it will...take some getting used to. Is it wrong to love something about someone if they don't see it as a part of themselves - as I love his body? It's not like I want him to bear my kids or anything. The answer might be yes. But I suppose it is ultimately unimportant - whatever form my lover takes is fine with me, it's just the transition which might be difficult - for both he and I. TOP THAT MOTHERFUCKERS
• Also, I once pretended not to hate Mathew Good and Mazzy Star.
• I told my ex-gf that I was a Republican. *continues self-flagellation*
• Jesus christ man, she must have been hot shit.
• Red Rooster, Las Vegas
• No, the most I've ever done is go on a diet. But moneyjane, I'm verrrrrrry curious how your laser-thingy turns out.
• I pretended that I wanted to learn martial arts. I even bought a cheap bamboo practice sword. Since he had been through several years of martial arts training and I hadn't, and since he was a complete and utter jerk, this shared activity amounted to him hitting me with a stick. Hard. A lot. (And I don't mean that in a fun way.) Also, he teased me mercilessly for not doing it right. The relationship only went downhill from there, I'm afraid.
• i let my joy division box set and my kitten go in the breakup. i could no longer get cuddles and i had no music to be miserable to!
• It's called New Order. Look into it.
• I read a few of the Dragonlance books because the guy I was into at the time liked them. I should have known it was not going to work out when he wouldn't read Lois McMaster Bujold in exchange for me putting up with his gamer cheese.
• It's called New Order. Look into it. It is my suspicion that there is abso-lutially nothing whatsoever 7 of pris needs to learn about this matter. Works in library. Would have this *catalogued*. Collect. Catalogue. Contain.
• heresy! Joy Division and New Order are not the same sound (especially in later years) once Joy Divisions singer/songwriter, Ian Curtis died it wasn't the same* :( (Some earlier tracks when Joy Division called themseleves, 'warsaw' are great too) *I like the word 'same' tonight
• I got married. Turns out she didn't feel the same way about me.
• Pretended to like really bad music? I actually like really bad music. I believe everyone likes some form of really bad music, they just usually aren't honest with themselves about how bad it is. I'd laser my face, but I wouldn't pay for it. Heck, I'd laser it just to see what it feels like. I'd laser my eyes, too, if it was in my price range. I almost started going to a Witness hall on a regular basis (3 times a week). Luckily things turned sour before it got that far.
• Refusing to do anything strange to myself (like dye my hair a completely unflattering color vs. my skin tone and/or move out of state) was a major reason my oneandonly relationship imploded. However, I did write some incredibly terrible, tacky, adolescent-fanboy-fantasy porn for the little weasel. It's actually kind of fun, even if the end result makes you want to scratch your eyes out.
• I lived in Utah for a year.
• I took Sufi dancing classes.
• Cali... Essentially, it's like a really nasty sunburn; the top layer of skin is burned with the laser so that when it is sloughed away the new top layer doesn't have whatever it was you wanted gone; fine lines, sunspots, acne scarring, the Mark of the Beast, etc. What that means, right at the moment, is that my area of lasered skin is bright red and oozing plasma through the thick layer of vaseline applied to keep it protected from exposure to air which really, really stings. After another day like this, I apply a cortisone cream first, then the vaseline; after a few days of that, I try just the cortisone. Ow.*thinks about fluffy kittens* Still ow.
• Sounds pretty sexy, moneyjane.
• Oh, it just doesn't get any sexier than this. Plasma gets guys hot.
• I pretended to like Dawson's Creek for a guy. I also pretended to like classic rock. (Classic rawk = ick, the hippie music I was raised with from the same era = yum) I also stayed with a guy for four months who'd told me he was moving away, he didn't want me to come with him, but he did want me to continue to have sex with him in the interim. (I thought I was using him for sex, he thought he was using me for sex, it was all very healthy.)
• Pretended to be a born again Christian to this Pastor i thought was extremely HOT...and who showed an interest, only to find out after banging the idiot that he was married and had no qualms about cheating on his spouse! I dropped the pretense thereafter and returned to my hedonistic ways!
• I have endured hockey games and chick-folk-rock concerts, all in the pursuit of well-I-wouldn't-exactly-call-it-love. No body mods, though. It is good to be male. mo'jane: I have seen the oozing. You have my appalled sympathy.
• Sounds like you could make a killing off of a whole new, specialised clientelle. (Notes encroaching body hair of male aging process, thinks affectionately about lasers...)
• Truly..."Women Who Suppurate, and the Men That Love Them" "The silky gleam of the vaseline on her face drove George into a sexual frenzy - but it was the golden glow of oozing plasma that really turned his crank."
• I went to that chick music festival--what did they used to call it?--the Lilith Fair. Husband points galore.
• *giggles* I'm sorry moneyjane, that must sting like hell, but the idea of you lying around in oozy goodness, presumably fending off cats who would like nothing more than to lick your face and/or adhere fur to your petroleum product covered visage is just incredibly comical. The things a courtesan must go through. *sniggers again*
• I lived with someone for 15 years because I thought good relationships entailed a lot of work. Since we spent so much time working at it, it must be good, right? Then it turned out we get along much better now that we live three hours apart and only spend a few days together at a time...and those days spent at waterfront hotels, watching the ocean oceanate, and eating excellent food. And neither of us having to clean any of it up.
• I know...it's not an easy life, this harlotry.
• you know, moneyjane, just for a moment I thought you were responding to my comment and I looked at my life from the harlotry perspective and my entire universe tilted. Now I've put on my bunny slippers and am dancing around singing "I've Never Been To Me," using a hairbrush as a microphone. This is totally your fault, scrapey-face. Boy that laser thing sounds icky. I hope you heal in record time. The face is such a personal thing to have scraped. Not to mention I would never let a laser get that close to my eyes. eeeeekkk!!
• ~I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free...I've been to Paradise....~
• Or is it break free.
• This seems like as good a place as any to say that I really enjoy these random Curious George FPPs that moneyjane makes. I see her as an armchair anthropologist, curious about the natives but unwilling to venture into their habitat, content to curl up on the sofa with a drink and a furry companion.
• Or is it break free. It's be free. Right the first time.
• As Queen Scrapey-face, I have to say that PatB and Cali are the bombi. I have a lot of time on my hands to wonder what the hell people are up to...were it another era, I guess I'd spend hours getting cinched up in corsets and curling and piling my hair into a daunting tower suitable for the Court and small birds. And eating bonbons. I wonder if Mars Bars count?
• No; I'm thinkin' anything from Cadbury will work, though.
• I'd suggest Godiva but, is that available in Canada? *wanders off to check* yup, it's there.