Day Seven: Four turn-offs.

[threeplusfire]

Another tricky thing. I considered a lot of different things. I tried to go with physical and mental things and just avoid the territory of sex entirely because that's not really what I feel like writing about today.

I bought lamb for chili making tomorrow. (Lamb pork beef trifecta of delicious!) I also bought a king cake because hey, I really like those, as well as delicious chocolate covered strawberries from Amy's. I'm thinking about making cornbread waffles to go with eating chili. Fun times.

The Drafthouse is showing all the Oscar nominated short films, so we're off to see the animated and live action sets.



1. Beards - I find beards okay in the abstract or on screen. ZZ Top wouldn't be quite the same without their crazy beards. But in general life, I hate beards. For one, the texture is often prickly and coarse. Beards leave hairs behind, and crumbs and who knows what other stuff can be lurking in a beard. Some beards are more egregious than others. A neatly combed, trimmed beard that has the same relative texture as the hair on one's head is one thing and I can sort of deal with that. But bushy, woolly, curly beards remind me of small animals and pubic hair. Then you have those annoying hipsters wearing Amish style beards with their trucker caps riding on fixed gear bikes and I'm about ready to run away screaming. It is just an aesthetic I can't enjoy. Mustaches are slightly different. There are good mustaches and bad ones, and really I would much prefer to deal with a mustache than a beard. I've just never been really attracted to facial hair. It annoys me to no end when my therapists suggest buying fake mustaches in costume shops and seems fixated on the idea of facial hair as something I should look forward to during transition, no matter how much I reiterate my disapproval.

2. Door to door religious evangelists - Look, I understand why some people find evangelism important. I personally have very mixed feelings about, especially in the way religious evangelism relates to the oppression of the poor, the foreign and the suffering. My religious beliefs or lack of them is a profoundly private subject these days and I don't even talk to my closest friends about it. So I am not in any way inclined to talk to some stranger who shows up on my doorstep to tell me about The One True Faith. I think it is rude and intrusive to hassle people about matters of faith, especially coming to their home. I try to be polite but that only encourages them. (Case in point, the Jehovah's Witnesses who keep coming to my door.) I dislike feeling like I have to hide and pretend not to hear the door like some skulking kid. Most especially when all of these door to door evangelists hold beliefs that say I'm a sinner, I'm subhuman, I'm damned or I'm evil. While I had tried as an adult to be polite and noncommittal to people who surprise me at my home with this bullshit, I'm tired of it. I think I might go back to the rude habits of my teenage years. A friend of mine named Josh once answered the door to some evangelist who started their speech with "Have you heard the word of God?" each time. Josh answered "Who?" and would laugh uproariously at their consternation. Sometimes he told them his cat was named Jesus or Satan.

3. Navel rings - During the 1990's navel rings were crazy popular. They remind me of Alicia Silverstone in Aerosmith videos, and other assorted fashion statements of my teenage years. I don't mind a lot of piercings but navel rings sort of repel me because they are forever associated with the miseries of being thirteen or so years old. Lots of girls wanted them and could not get them, because of course their parents were not going to give them permission to pierce their bellies. I knew someone who attempted to do a home piercing with the help of friends and was present when it happened. It was pretty horrible, due to everyone's lack of knowledge and implements used. (A kitchen skewer, seriously.) It later got infected and we were all told terrible things about how an infection in one's navel could spread rapidly to the heart. I don't know really if that's true or if it was just meant to scare us into not doing shit like that behind our parents' backs. Either way, navel rings always make me feel a little queasy.

4. Willful ignorance - Nothing infuriates me quite so fast or so completely as people who revel in stupidity, in bigotry, in willful ignorance of the world. There's no virtue in remaining ignorant. It is repulsive.


Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win my heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One moment

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Sepsis makes complete sense, but I recall us being told something really bizarre about navels and hearts. Oh well. After watching any number of home piercings go bad, I've never been tempted.