Sometimes, I dream about being a man. Not a delicate girlish boy, but a mans man kind of man. With a big beer belly and hairy feet and rough hands and forearms and a beard, or a face that needs a shave. I dream I can lift things and open beers with a lighter and rest a beer on my belly. And I go to parties and nobody talks over me.
It's a dream I usually have when I am victorious, Last night I finally finished Finnegan's Wake, and so I had that dream again.
What's funny about it, is that even though nothing sexual ever happens in this dream I still wake up mid orgasm.
Just from the sheer joy of being a man.
do you hae re-occuring dreams? Do you like them? Hate them?
i judge you based on your love of a popular auther.
Most of the time, someone listing Fight Club as their favorite movie or book is a sign that i will find someone both tiresome and high maintenance. It's not that i have a grudge against Mr. Palahniuk himself, though I think I would find him tiresome after a while. It's that i have never met anyone who luuuuvvved that book who really "got" it.
Maybe because it was popular in the alternative/goth/nerd crowd when I was in high school. That's most likely why. Those kids, mostly boys, with bad goatees and trench coats and bad bad shoes were, for reasons I will never figure out, my dating pool. There is something so sad about a nerd pretending to be an archaist/bad ass. They loved talking about Fight club, they loved quoting it (this is Suri's quickly shifting attention span) and they all thought i should read it.The nerds insisted that it would change my life, that it was hilarious, that it was brilliant that it was the best. book. ever.
So of coarse I avoided it like the plague.
I read it finally, after highschool. I saw the movie a few weeks ago. And i couldn't get the voices of my geeky classmates out of my head. It's like they were leaning over my shoulder seeing if I got to their favorite part yet (I want you to hit me as hard as you can)
It's like in my head no single line in that movie is untainted by the bossy know it all assholes i knew in school, who, i believe, had no clue that Chuck was makeing fun of them. The Unique snowflakes laughing at how un-unique the other snowflakes were.
In my dateing days I used to skip over anyones OKCupid profile that even included Palahniuk's name.
I want to be a cowgirl, some part of me believes that paradise may be an open range to ride on, free and rhythmic, warm in the day and cool at night, quiet and sweet.
mind you this is all my dumb romantic idea of cowboys, and not based on anything real.
Glamorous and beautiful and tough like Annie Oakley
look at her. This Edison Reel looks like it belongs in a dream
I love the way Loretta Lynn says 'Baby' in this song. She always makes me want to run away from home, but in a good way.
i dress a bit like this when it gets hot, my homage to Vaqueras, the mexican cowgirls I adore.