Meme: Seven interests
Oct. 4th, 2007 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
juushikaI haven't done a meme in a while, and I rather like this one, so.
Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.
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delicatetruth:
essay writing — I'm weird in that this has always been one of my favorite parts of my classes. Now that I'm not in class, essay writing is reserved for various tl;dr posts on LJ and, I suppose, my book reviews, but I love it anyway. Analytical thinking comes naturally to me, and I believe there's no better way to analyze literature—by breaking it down, we learn how it functions; by forming a coherent argument about it, we give the effort a purpose and a structure. Following my experiences with speech and debate, I'm also very comfortable creating an introductions-thesis-three points-conclusion, so outlining essays has always been a joy. Yes, I know I'm a geek.
collars — I wear them? Although not so often now as I used to, for a variety of reasons. But they go a good way in representing my personal lifestyle of choice, and they are also a personally comforting and clear representation of my romantic relationship. Plus: pretty.
second life — That online game that I play less and less now, but love. The draw of SL for me is dual: First, I have pretty severe social anxiety/agoraphobia problems, so I don't meet many new people in "real life," but I have an easier time with it online—and I've met great people. That can be said of LiveJournal as well, but SL certainly has been a fun way to meet, befriend, and love people that I could never have met otherwise (/me pokesaep). Second, SL may run like crap (it does!) but that's in part because everything can be and probably is user created, from buildings to avatars, both the objects and their textures. In other words: it is an excuse to be your own paper doll, and it's fun. And shiny. And as ways it goes with ways to throw around money, not too expensive.
sexuality — Ah, the ways that human sexuality does and does not define human behavior, culture, and identity. Ever since discovering that, golly gee, I thought women were attractive too, I've been fascinated by human sexuality and "alternate" human sexuality (everything from homosexuality to transexuality to even childfreedom), as well as the connection between sex and text, that is, how we write about sexuality (fiction and nonfiction) and how what we write defines what we write about. There are infinite things to say on the subject—thousands of books worth, as it were—but needless to say, human sexuality continues to fascinate me.
cuddling — I have problems getting close to people, and intermittent fears of sex, but cuddling is always good, with the people and creatures that I trust. When I say that I'm like a cat in many ways, it's no exaggeration. I like the constant attention and reassurance of being pet, and I wish that that were easier to justify—we expect it in animals, but don't entertain it in humans. I think that's a pity (and hope that I come back as a cat in my next life so that I can experience the better end of the deal). Cuddling for me is also a bit like exposing my belly: I don't trustmuch physical contact, so when there are people that I am comfortable being close to—in particular the boy—then that's a wonderful thing. And if you haven't spent hours cuddling dogs/cats/guinea pigs, you don't truly know happiness. Yes. All in all: a good thing. ^_^
sunday mornings — Sunday mornings were a steady tradition in my family, back when I lived with them. Papa and I made breakfast—pancakes, when I was younger, and latter we added French toast and waffles, picking a new one each week—served with vegetarian patties, apple sauce, and maple syrup. We all sat down to eat together, and would stay around the table, sometimes for a formal family meeting, sometimes just to talk. As I got older, this became less and less common, as my mother's diet changed and my sister started skipping breakfast, but Papa and I continued the tradition for ourselves at least. I don't live at home now, and this is probably one of the things I miss most about it.
Do comment if you'd like me to chose some for you.
Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.
Topics chosen by
delicatetruth:essay writing — I'm weird in that this has always been one of my favorite parts of my classes. Now that I'm not in class, essay writing is reserved for various tl;dr posts on LJ and, I suppose, my book reviews, but I love it anyway. Analytical thinking comes naturally to me, and I believe there's no better way to analyze literature—by breaking it down, we learn how it functions; by forming a coherent argument about it, we give the effort a purpose and a structure. Following my experiences with speech and debate, I'm also very comfortable creating an introductions-thesis-three points-conclusion, so outlining essays has always been a joy. Yes, I know I'm a geek.
collars — I wear them? Although not so often now as I used to, for a variety of reasons. But they go a good way in representing my personal lifestyle of choice, and they are also a personally comforting and clear representation of my romantic relationship. Plus: pretty.
second life — That online game that I play less and less now, but love. The draw of SL for me is dual: First, I have pretty severe social anxiety/agoraphobia problems, so I don't meet many new people in "real life," but I have an easier time with it online—and I've met great people. That can be said of LiveJournal as well, but SL certainly has been a fun way to meet, befriend, and love people that I could never have met otherwise (/me pokes
aep). Second, SL may run like crap (it does!) but that's in part because everything can be and probably is user created, from buildings to avatars, both the objects and their textures. In other words: it is an excuse to be your own paper doll, and it's fun. And shiny. And as ways it goes with ways to throw around money, not too expensive.sexuality — Ah, the ways that human sexuality does and does not define human behavior, culture, and identity. Ever since discovering that, golly gee, I thought women were attractive too, I've been fascinated by human sexuality and "alternate" human sexuality (everything from homosexuality to transexuality to even childfreedom), as well as the connection between sex and text, that is, how we write about sexuality (fiction and nonfiction) and how what we write defines what we write about. There are infinite things to say on the subject—thousands of books worth, as it were—but needless to say, human sexuality continues to fascinate me.
cuddling — I have problems getting close to people, and intermittent fears of sex, but cuddling is always good, with the people and creatures that I trust. When I say that I'm like a cat in many ways, it's no exaggeration. I like the constant attention and reassurance of being pet, and I wish that that were easier to justify—we expect it in animals, but don't entertain it in humans. I think that's a pity (and hope that I come back as a cat in my next life so that I can experience the better end of the deal). Cuddling for me is also a bit like exposing my belly: I don't trust
sunday mornings — Sunday mornings were a steady tradition in my family, back when I lived with them. Papa and I made breakfast—pancakes, when I was younger, and latter we added French toast and waffles, picking a new one each week—served with vegetarian patties, apple sauce, and maple syrup. We all sat down to eat together, and would stay around the table, sometimes for a formal family meeting, sometimes just to talk. As I got older, this became less and less common, as my mother's diet changed and my sister started skipping breakfast, but Papa and I continued the tradition for ourselves at least. I don't live at home now, and this is probably one of the things I miss most about it.
Do comment if you'd like me to chose some for you.
