I am wearing new boots: brand spanking new Frye harness boots in dark turquoise, for which I paid a paltry sum. Too bad it's summer in the South or I could actually go outside wearing them. Instead, I'm admiring my feet and memeing.
I was interviewed by rhiannonhero
, who knows me very well already.Q1) Say the anti-choicers get in charge of the world, and the mister's fixin' gets unfixed, and, thus you are forced to give birth to a child, and for some bizarre reason the people who are going to adopt it (assuming you'd put it up for adoption) insist that you name it, what would you call your daughter/son?A1)
...and in such a scenario, I'd probably be grotesquely fertile and even have multiple sprog without any outside help, because it would just serve me right...
I would actually name a boy Jackson because it is
a good name, and it's also hysterically funny to me that he already exists in an alternate world as a two-mommies kid with some step-oedipal issues.
(For those who are not Rhi: Jackson is the made-up-on-the-spot son whose existence justified mine and Rhi's presence skulking around a tiny, lovely, Southern campus, i.e., we were scouting schools for the child I was shocked to realize I was actually old enough to have, though the real reason--novel location scouting--was just as good.)
A girl would get an old-fashioned name, probably. I like flower names, gem names, and Wren and Lark have long been my middle names of choice for the children I never planned to have, which made it especially wonderful that we'd never discussed that and yet you chose Wren for my your baby. Ivy Lark, maybe. I really like Violet, but it's too soft, and Ivy is tough, tenacious, and also lovely.Q2) What one song off of the new Tori Amos album would you really like to hear played live at one of the concerts we shall be attending?A2)
I think I'll get my wish: Teenage Hustling
, followed very closely by Digital Ghost
.Q3) If I died, what would you tell Cecily about all the porn that I wrote when she was old enough to understand?A3)
Hmmm...old enough to understand anything other than, "I'd really prefer if you'd read something else, honey, because I'm not quite ready to discuss Mommy's stories with you," is at least puberty age, maybe early teens IMO. That would be part of a larger, vaguer discussion about things she'd probably already have some knowledge of, i.e., sexuality in general, what's actually immoral vs. a right to privacy and to do with one's body what one wishes, and the creative process, and how all those things go together...and sometimes porn comes out! She'd have to have stumbled upon it and read it to know about it, I'm thinking, so if she had any questions about Mommy's (and Auntie Jed's) obsession with boys having sex with boys, there's a big discussion of the eroticism of the other, double prettiness and the freedom to completely make shit up that takes place then.
There wouldn't be any apologies for what you'd done, however. If she was grossed out, I'd be interested in finding out which aspect was giving her the creeps and addressing it, i.e., Mom having any sexuality at all, the M/M aspect, the bad TV angle, etc.
But you're not going to die, so you'll get to have those conversations yourself--perhaps when you discover that she's writing her own gay porn fanfic for some bad TV show yet to come (season 19 of Smallville?). Or maybe she'll be writing Barney wingfics where she has the great singing voice and the glowing amethyst eyes...Q4) Why don't you own a cat? I think you might need one to complete the menagerie, and I think that Lula might like to eat one, so it'd be win/win, except for the death part. And then there are the birds to think of.... I think I may have just answered my question.A4)
I'm allergic, and I'm a poor housekeeper, which makes it worse. That is the Number One Reason we have no cat. I think often of the Sphynx cats (like gothphyle's kitty), but they require more care than the average fur-having cat, and they get sunburned if you're not careful, and I hate cleaning a catbox, and those Sphynx kittens are not exactly wandering around to be had for free, either. I doubt Lula would eat one--Jones is more likely to be a cat killer, except for the fact that he's too little to be very good at it. The birds are less of an issue as they get older and don't want to come out of their cages as often as I'd like. Someday, we probably will have a cat again, but not until we have at least one less bird, which hopefully will be some years from now.(I hope the Mr. doesn't see this, as he'll become convinced that I'm scheming for a cat!)Q5) Why aren't you at my house right now so that you'd be there when I got home from work and I would be happy, happy, happy?A5)
My teleporter is still broken. The Mr. said he ordered the part, but it's still not here yet, and even if it was, he's been working so much that I'd hate to nag him to fix it when the last thing he wants to do is fiddle with tech. It's so annoying. What's the point of having twenty-seventh century technology if it's just going to break all the time?
Want to be interviewed?
THE RULES (as stolen from JJ):
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you ask them five questions.
I'll be checking back later today to see if my Intrepid Girl Reporter skills are required by anyone.