I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that you think should be obvious, but you have no idea about. I promise true answers.
(Because, clearly, I'll do almost ANYTHING to avoid cleaning.)
TV for me? Amanda Donohoe's C.J. Lamb on L.A. Law (the first bisexual regular character on American primetime television). I'd already had a thing for Michele Greene's Abby Perkins, and the two of them almost getting together...um, yeah, that messed with my mind a bit. ;-)
In text, more recently, Niki Ky in greygirlbeast's novels Silk and Murder of Angels.
No historical fictional crushes come to my mind, at least not yet.
I've always thought my historical crush thing may be a little...unique.
But I discovered the count in a collection of short stories about vampires when I was in junior high school, and I started doing research and - he's simply fascinating. He was sorta the James Bond of his time. And I've been obsessed ever since.
I'm more drawn to the African hand drums than the Irish bodhrans, which shames me just a little. But when/if I can afford to, I'll indulge and hopefully be in an area where I can join a drumming circle.
Now my dream is for you to meet Danny Elfman. He collects and builds drums. Has a MASSIVE collection, especially of African drums. I love that the credit for percussion on one Oingo Boingo album is "All the boys bang things."
If you meet Danny Elfman, you must share. My fangirl crush goes to 11 on that one... (I have a general weakness for crazy red-headed fiddle players, of which he is the archetype.)
His collection of drums is definitely squee-worthy, but I'm more into the balaphones...
Closest I've come: a nice, short e-mail from Elfman's agent. "Thank you for the kind words. Richard Kraft." (I'd said something on an Elfman fan board in 1995 that came to his attention.)
In 1986, I got backstage passes to a Boingo show. I ended up hanging out with the boys, drinking way too much whiskey. After the show, we went to a bar at their hotel, and I spent over an hour seriously making out with Danny. Finally, he looked at his watch and said he had to leave...it was time to call his wife and say goodnight to his kid.
Me, lying naked on the bar...Danny drinking Jameson's from my bellybutton...then? Nothing. 'Night, nice to meet you, see you next time I'm in town. Serious frustration...
Funny story: I was 17 at the time, and still a virgin, though quite a bit of a trollop, exhibitionist and shameless flirt.
I got the backstage pass through a radio contest...they asked for letters to Danny saying why "you're his number one fan".
I sent a brief note saying I loved Danny's lyrics and his brilliant insanity and wanted to make him a gift of my virginity. I included a picture. A very...naked...picture.
Well, I won the contest obviously. First thing Danny said to me was "Please take off your shirt. I want to verify your credentials."
Ah, the good old days, when I was young and hawt and completely without inhibitions, morals, or sense. ;)
One thing you will learn about our wonderful Elionwyr is that it is VERY hard to be offensive around her. She is the QUEEN of the inappropriate comment... and I mean that in a GOOD way. She certainly gives as good as she gets. :-)
BTW... Hi, I'm Hugh. I'm around here a lot. You seem like cool people... would you mind if I friend you?
Hi Hugh! Welcome to my insanity... I've been posting about Iran really a lot lately, but feel free to skip those posts. ;)
I am also hurricanegrrl, which describes the insanity of my nine days in New Orleans during Katrina. If you like drunken naked women chasing looters with medieval melee weapons, you might enjoy it. ;)
What's your ancestral background again? I know you're a mutt, more than me (I'm mainly Swedish-Irish-Scottish; basically I'm a Northern European mutt), but I forget to what extent.
Dad's side is not well proven. Story is that my great grandfather fled from Russia, moved to England, murdered someone, fled to Lancaster, PA (..as you do, apparently) and settled down.
What I can prove is that he was in Liverpool selling hearses (I kid thee not) and relocated to America. Also, definitely Jewish, though I'm not sure about Russian.
Mom's side: Irish, Scottish, French, German, and a splash of Native American something-or-other. (We have a woman in the tree that is, shall we say, suspicious - 'Rebekah' - generally no last name at that time indicates Native American.)
I grew up longing to look ethnic. Whilst I have been told MANY MANY times in my life that I look JUST LIKE so-and-so's daughter, I have never been told, "Dude, you look French."
..Well. Except for my ass and my figure in general, which had more than one friend in Philly telling me, "You look more black than most of my family."
You have an unusually strong burden to help bring attention to the plight of oppressed women in other nations, so far as I can tell. What set this rolling for you?
The roots of my activism stem from childhood and my mom introducing me to the music of Holly Near. Songs like "Step It Out Nancy" and "Hay Una Mujer Desaparacida".. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESSbVYHHS0o (because the comments to the video are important) ..her music taught me that the suburban life I was raised in is not the norm, is not an entitlement. That gender does not protect you from being picked up by men in white trucks and made to disappear.
My focus is more on the Middle East because I think the women who protest there are...well, I don't want to say more brave than in other parts of the world, but we hear so little about what they're doing. I started reading more these past few years - stories about women raised in harems, the story of the women of RAWA, the maharanis of India - women who have changed, and are changing, their countries even as the world largely doesn't notice.
It is empowering to me, and amazing, and humbling. The idea that the showing of a bit of hair has been a radical move, that women we are told are so powerless have pushed for social change, have opened schools and hospitals - they amaze me, and I wish I could do more than share the bits of their stories that I know.
They are proof that whatever you do, no matter how small, is important, and it's important that you do it. Their stories inspire me on a regular basis.
This is not as coherent as I'd like..my apologies. I hope it makes sense..?
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I hope you can drum on a drum.
"Drum on a drum." I like the symmetry of that.
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Fictional character you've had a crush on?
(Heh. I first wrote "had a brush on." That could be kinky.)
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TV wise, Remington Steele.
Historically, le Compte de Saint-Germain.
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In text, more recently, Niki Ky in
No historical fictional crushes come to my mind, at least not yet.
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But I discovered the count in a collection of short stories about vampires when I was in junior high school, and I started doing research and - he's simply fascinating. He was sorta the James Bond of his time. And I've been obsessed ever since.
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I would have to add Paul Atreides and Alexander the Great to that list...
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And of course they're all formal as hell, mysterious, and brilliant (in varied forms).
Not that I have a type...no no, not me...
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I'm more drawn to the African hand drums than the Irish bodhrans, which shames me just a little. But when/if I can afford to, I'll indulge and hopefully be in an area where I can join a drumming circle.
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And hey, any drum is cool.
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(I have a general weakness for crazy red-headed fiddle players, of which he is the archetype.)
His collection of drums is definitely squee-worthy, but I'm more into the balaphones...
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Me, lying naked on the bar...Danny drinking Jameson's from my bellybutton...then? Nothing. 'Night, nice to meet you, see you next time I'm in town. Serious frustration...
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I just..wow. That's the kind of story you hear about but it's always a friend-of-a-friend-talking-about-someone-on-the-bus, ya know?
Out of your bellybutton. My hat's off to you.
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I'm new here, so was trying to be relatively non-offensive.
By the way, his teeth are every bit as sharp as they look. I had puncture marks on my neck for weeks. ;)
*nostalgic sigh*
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I was 17 at the time, and still a virgin, though quite a bit of a trollop, exhibitionist and shameless flirt.
I got the backstage pass through a radio contest...they asked for letters to Danny saying why "you're his number one fan".
I sent a brief note saying I loved Danny's lyrics and his brilliant insanity and wanted to make him a gift of my virginity. I included a picture. A very...naked...picture.
Well, I won the contest obviously. First thing Danny said to me was "Please take off your shirt. I want to verify your credentials."
Ah, the good old days, when I was young and hawt and completely without inhibitions, morals, or sense. ;)
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Thanks for telling that story! :D
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One thing you will learn about our wonderful Elionwyr is that it is VERY hard to be offensive around her. She is the QUEEN of the inappropriate comment... and I mean that in a GOOD way. She certainly gives as good as she gets. :-)
BTW... Hi, I'm Hugh. I'm around here a lot. You seem like cool people... would you mind if I friend you?
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I've been posting about Iran really a lot lately, but feel free to skip those posts. ;)
I am also
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What I can prove is that he was in Liverpool selling hearses (I kid thee not) and relocated to America. Also, definitely Jewish, though I'm not sure about Russian.
Mom's side:
Irish, Scottish, French, German, and a splash of Native American something-or-other. (We have a woman in the tree that is, shall we say, suspicious - 'Rebekah' - generally no last name at that time indicates Native American.)
I grew up longing to look ethnic. Whilst I have been told MANY MANY times in my life that I look JUST LIKE so-and-so's daughter, I have never been told, "Dude, you look French."
..Well. Except for my ass and my figure in general, which had more than one friend in Philly telling me, "You look more black than most of my family."
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The roots of my activism stem from childhood and my mom introducing me to the music of Holly Near. Songs like "Step It Out Nancy" and "Hay Una Mujer Desaparacida"..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESSbVYHHS0o
(because the comments to the video are important)
..her music taught me that the suburban life I was raised in is not the norm, is not an entitlement. That gender does not protect you from being picked up by men in white trucks and made to disappear.
My focus is more on the Middle East because I think the women who protest there are...well, I don't want to say more brave than in other parts of the world, but we hear so little about what they're doing. I started reading more these past few years - stories about women raised in harems, the story of the women of RAWA, the maharanis of India - women who have changed, and are changing, their countries even as the world largely doesn't notice.
It is empowering to me, and amazing, and humbling.
The idea that the showing of a bit of hair has been a radical move, that women we are told are so powerless have pushed for social change, have opened schools and hospitals - they amaze me, and I wish I could do more than share the bits of their stories that I know.
They are proof that whatever you do, no matter how small, is important, and it's important that you do it. Their stories inspire me on a regular basis.
This is not as coherent as I'd like..my apologies. I hope it makes sense..?
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Why aren't you cleaning?
:-\
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