Day Eight: Three turn-ons.

[threeplusfire]

Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
What kind of turn on anyway? Things I love in movies, in books, at home, in the world? Or just the basic physical cranks? I tried to think about things that carried over into all aspects of my life. Maybe that is too boring. Maybe I should be writing about sex instead. But my heart wasn't really in that, so to speak, right now. So I tried to think of things that would excite me about living, people, things.



1. Words - Eloquence never stops exciting me. I fall in love a little every time I read a well crafted phrase or an elegantly structured piece. I love layers of pithy symbolism and sharp, succinct statements. I love metaphor and inference, sly nods to things we share. I love beautiful writing, in blogs or journalism or novels or essays or letter or anywhere.

2. Swimming - I don't trust water I can't see the bottom of in general. So I always feel a little uneasy in the lake and the idea of cruise ships kind of fills me with dread. I can't open my eyes underwater, no matter how hard I try. But I love swimming, especially in the burning summer. I love the cold water, bobbing along in defiance of gravity. I love the easy sense of movement, the weightlessness. I love stretching out on big limestone rock or a deck chair afterward, drying in the sun and feeling the world in shades of white and green and blue behind my eyes. Swimming is full of contrasts - solid ground and water, wet and dry, cold and hot. I find it uniquely, profoundly pleasurable.

3. Perfume - I have far more perfume than anyone person probably needs. It's all so varied though, because there times when I want to smell like gin and blueberries and times I want to spell like roses and tobacco and carnations, times I want to smell like cedar and vanilla, times I want to smell lie peppermints and limes. Every smell is a very specific story, a specific idea, a person, a moment. I'm chaotic that way. Some people have a specific scent and never change, which can be beautiful too. But I love the variety and richness of a box of possibilities. (The majority of my perfume comes from the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.)


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 Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One moment

Comments

[the-brown-bunny.livejournal.com]

i love the words you use to frame collective memories. yes, i totally remember that. thanks for expressing that so sentimentally... you should be a magazine writer! i know it's a kind of compromising careers, writing to promote things and people, usually... but you'd be sooooo good at it!

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Journalism was my first real love, career wise. I decided not to pursue it for a number of reasons but I can't help thinking in that way sometimes.