I have a thing for the tragic beauties
I was 10 or 11 and I saw a picture of Maria Callas in a magazine. I'd never heard the word "Diva" or knew anything about opera. All I knew was, I could not stop looking at her. This wasn't a sexual thing, this was me being transfixed by the power of her personality from just a photograph. I read about her, how much people either adored or hated her, and I learned to admire women who took no shit from anyone.
But she had a tragic downfall, too. I have a morbid fascination with beauty that goes sour. That, and she looks like how I pictured Hera, queen of the greek gods. I bet she would've made a good Wonder Woman at the time.
Ah, well.
I was 10 or 11 and I saw a picture of Maria Callas in a magazine. I'd never heard the word "Diva" or knew anything about opera. All I knew was, I could not stop looking at her. This wasn't a sexual thing, this was me being transfixed by the power of her personality from just a photograph. I read about her, how much people either adored or hated her, and I learned to admire women who took no shit from anyone.
But she had a tragic downfall, too. I have a morbid fascination with beauty that goes sour. That, and she looks like how I pictured Hera, queen of the greek gods. I bet she would've made a good Wonder Woman at the time.
Ah, well.