Three Words
Jul. 3rd, 2019 03:12 pmSo I asked ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
clevermanka to give me three words. Here it goes.
Comfort:
I'm a creature comfort person. I like good food, and nice sheets, and comfortable shoes. I'm basically a hedonist, and I don't mind that. I would like a literal creature to comfort me. I've been begging my husband for a cat. He has resisted the idea because our apartment requires a $300 pet deposit, plus we'd have to pay $25 a month in pet rent, in addition to adoption fees and the usual fees for food, litter, vet bills, etc. He's said I have to wait until we get a house, and then I can get a cat, but who knows when that will be. Anyway, I persuaded him to go to Kitten Fest, an adoption event, this weekend. He's said it's just an opportunity for me to pet furry kitties and that I'm not allowed to take one home. But I'm hoping one will steal his heart.
Resilience:
Such a beautiful concept. And I'd rather be resilient than strong. Strong can be brittle. But resilience is the ability to bounce back. I've been writing Mycroft for Guardian Current and one of the things I think about is how resilient he is. He bounces back from whatever I through at him, which is what I found when writing That Which Has Been Your Delight, as well. I just see him as having this phenomenal capacity to adapt and endure.
Beauty:
I've been struggling a lot recently with body image and the whole concept of beauty after I gained a ton of weight on Abilify. I was a really awkward child, with buck teeth and glasses. I think it's fair to say I was an ugly kid. I remember my ex gf telling me that when she first met me (when I was like 12) that her impression of me was that I was all glasses and hair. And then I got contacts and cut my hair, and she noticed me for the first time. I think I became beautiful in my teen years, but I was still super self-conscious about my body because I'd been such an ugly child. I was really conscious of my beauty in college, and also my sexuality, and I used to do shit like run around in my underwear. I felt powerful. Now that I've gained so much weight, I've lost a lot of confidence about my body. I thought of myself as looking a certain way for a long time, and I don't look that way anymore. And it's made me conscious of what a fleeting thing physical beauty really is. But the thing I've discovered is that I'm still beautiful to queer women, who I don't think judge women's bodies nearly so much as straight men (and straight women, for that matter). I think it's because queer women tend to see the whole person where straight men tend to reduce us to objects. Anyway, I think whatever else, this struggle with my body has taught me a lot.
clevermanka to give me three words. Here it goes.Comfort:
I'm a creature comfort person. I like good food, and nice sheets, and comfortable shoes. I'm basically a hedonist, and I don't mind that. I would like a literal creature to comfort me. I've been begging my husband for a cat. He has resisted the idea because our apartment requires a $300 pet deposit, plus we'd have to pay $25 a month in pet rent, in addition to adoption fees and the usual fees for food, litter, vet bills, etc. He's said I have to wait until we get a house, and then I can get a cat, but who knows when that will be. Anyway, I persuaded him to go to Kitten Fest, an adoption event, this weekend. He's said it's just an opportunity for me to pet furry kitties and that I'm not allowed to take one home. But I'm hoping one will steal his heart.
Resilience:
Such a beautiful concept. And I'd rather be resilient than strong. Strong can be brittle. But resilience is the ability to bounce back. I've been writing Mycroft for Guardian Current and one of the things I think about is how resilient he is. He bounces back from whatever I through at him, which is what I found when writing That Which Has Been Your Delight, as well. I just see him as having this phenomenal capacity to adapt and endure.
Beauty:
I've been struggling a lot recently with body image and the whole concept of beauty after I gained a ton of weight on Abilify. I was a really awkward child, with buck teeth and glasses. I think it's fair to say I was an ugly kid. I remember my ex gf telling me that when she first met me (when I was like 12) that her impression of me was that I was all glasses and hair. And then I got contacts and cut my hair, and she noticed me for the first time. I think I became beautiful in my teen years, but I was still super self-conscious about my body because I'd been such an ugly child. I was really conscious of my beauty in college, and also my sexuality, and I used to do shit like run around in my underwear. I felt powerful. Now that I've gained so much weight, I've lost a lot of confidence about my body. I thought of myself as looking a certain way for a long time, and I don't look that way anymore. And it's made me conscious of what a fleeting thing physical beauty really is. But the thing I've discovered is that I'm still beautiful to queer women, who I don't think judge women's bodies nearly so much as straight men (and straight women, for that matter). I think it's because queer women tend to see the whole person where straight men tend to reduce us to objects. Anyway, I think whatever else, this struggle with my body has taught me a lot.
