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itsallovernowLet me just say quickly that one of the things that I love was left off of the "B" list because well, you can't really love something you don't know, but you can get all giddy over it.
B is for many things, but I would be remiss as a fan if I did not say that B is frequently and gloriously for "Ben Browder's Ass".
I feel much better now.
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projectjulie gave me the letter "P", for Petunias, Pepperspray and Periwinkle.
1. Pink. I am a red-head, I am a hardcore 2nd wave feminist. I fucking love pink. I have a pink cellphone. I have pink shoes. I have pink parts. I have embraced it because even though I didn't love it in high school - pink was weakness, pink was suburbia and failure and being like all the rest - I took it back and put it on and now I love it nearly as much as glitter.
2. Punk. Punk rock. Punk ass. Punk as in "Peace". Feeling punk (ala my Great grandmother Meta Sparks). Punk kids. It's all good.
3. Prose. Words with rhythm, if not rhyme. Words all over the page, in rows and lines, tiny little pinpricky daggers into my central nervous system. I am who I am because someone wrote it down. I am who I continue to be because I write it down.
4. Pauline, Petrova and Posy Fossil. If L'Engle has a rival in my affections it's Noel Streatfield, and these three girls, all of whom I wanted to be. Petrova closest to my heart, and Posy closest to my dreams.
5. Penises. God help me. I also like what's attached to them, but I find that my defining sexuality definitely sways towards the penis-laden. They are strange contrary creatures, acting independently at times, oddly colored, oddly shaped and yet so terribly endearing.
6. Pens. I have spent a small fortune on pens. Fountain pens, glitter pens, the perfect pen. At work, I use a green Uni-Ball Vision Excel (everyone has a color, green is mine so we know who did what when). For high school graduation, my father bought me a Parker Fountain pen. I love the feeling of a good pen in my hand, ink on my fingers. I take them with me everywhere, a grownup security blanket, so that I'm never, ever lacking the ability to write something down.
7. Plantagenets. There was a time when I wanted to be a scholar of the middle ages. Then I decided I didn't care about the mundane details, but I was still left with a vast (and literary fueled - thank you Elizabeth Peters and Josephine Tey) love for the "martyred" member of the Plantagent clan, Richard III.
8. Pools. Particularly those designed for swimming. They are wildlife free, cholrine rich and the summer solace of every kid I've ever known, myself included.
9. Paul Westerberg. He hasn't done a whole lot as a solo artist that has made me giddy, but The Replacements fucking rocked my world.
10.The Pantheon. (This is a cheat because Rome doesn't start with a P. Although pizza does. Mmmm, pizza). The Pantheon, rain sleeting through the occulus, in mid afternoon in January? Nothing beats it. Nothing.
B is for many things, but I would be remiss as a fan if I did not say that B is frequently and gloriously for "Ben Browder's Ass".
I feel much better now.
projectjulie gave me the letter "P", for Petunias, Pepperspray and Periwinkle.1. Pink. I am a red-head, I am a hardcore 2nd wave feminist. I fucking love pink. I have a pink cellphone. I have pink shoes. I have pink parts. I have embraced it because even though I didn't love it in high school - pink was weakness, pink was suburbia and failure and being like all the rest - I took it back and put it on and now I love it nearly as much as glitter.
2. Punk. Punk rock. Punk ass. Punk as in "Peace". Feeling punk (ala my Great grandmother Meta Sparks). Punk kids. It's all good.
3. Prose. Words with rhythm, if not rhyme. Words all over the page, in rows and lines, tiny little pinpricky daggers into my central nervous system. I am who I am because someone wrote it down. I am who I continue to be because I write it down.
4. Pauline, Petrova and Posy Fossil. If L'Engle has a rival in my affections it's Noel Streatfield, and these three girls, all of whom I wanted to be. Petrova closest to my heart, and Posy closest to my dreams.
5. Penises. God help me. I also like what's attached to them, but I find that my defining sexuality definitely sways towards the penis-laden. They are strange contrary creatures, acting independently at times, oddly colored, oddly shaped and yet so terribly endearing.
6. Pens. I have spent a small fortune on pens. Fountain pens, glitter pens, the perfect pen. At work, I use a green Uni-Ball Vision Excel (everyone has a color, green is mine so we know who did what when). For high school graduation, my father bought me a Parker Fountain pen. I love the feeling of a good pen in my hand, ink on my fingers. I take them with me everywhere, a grownup security blanket, so that I'm never, ever lacking the ability to write something down.
7. Plantagenets. There was a time when I wanted to be a scholar of the middle ages. Then I decided I didn't care about the mundane details, but I was still left with a vast (and literary fueled - thank you Elizabeth Peters and Josephine Tey) love for the "martyred" member of the Plantagent clan, Richard III.
8. Pools. Particularly those designed for swimming. They are wildlife free, cholrine rich and the summer solace of every kid I've ever known, myself included.
9. Paul Westerberg. He hasn't done a whole lot as a solo artist that has made me giddy, but The Replacements fucking rocked my world.
10.The Pantheon. (This is a cheat because Rome doesn't start with a P. Although pizza does. Mmmm, pizza). The Pantheon, rain sleeting through the occulus, in mid afternoon in January? Nothing beats it. Nothing.
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Date: 2007-09-07 09:19 pm (UTC)And yes, Pink is for you! Poofy puffy punky pretty pink!
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Date: 2007-09-07 09:34 pm (UTC)And hee:) Pink! One of my favorite Feldman descriptions was " a pissed off Tinkerbell", which wasn't about me, but still makes me deliriously happy.
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Date: 2007-09-07 10:24 pm (UTC)And your P list as well. There's something utterly satisfying about shopping for pens of all kinds. I have some that no longer work, but I love the pen too much to throw it out. ;)
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Date: 2007-09-08 01:17 am (UTC)to Richard ll . The poor guy had no business trying to rule.
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Date: 2007-09-08 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-08 03:10 am (UTC)And since I don't have a BB butt icon to celebrate this, I'll have to use the front view. ;)
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Date: 2007-09-08 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-10 09:18 pm (UTC)