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muscadineWhat does "friendly" on your interests list mean?
Well, I saw it on other friends lists and was wondering myself, so I clicked on it to see who was interested. One of the communities that pops up is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
being_friendly, which explains that they mean it to refer to inclusiveness of all groups and people. Check it out.
What's something you remember from your life when you were seven?
Well, let's see, I don't know if I can remember enough to tell any stories, so why don't I just stream-of-consciousness what I can remember. I was living in Oxford, MS, at the beginning. That year I guess we were in the white house on a corner lot. In the spring red spider lillies would pop up at the corner. I always thought they were beautiful. My next door neighbors in Oxford had an Atari, it was the first time I played. Pacman and Pitfall. We moved to Marianna, AR over Christmas break after my mom married my step-dad. There was a cold front during the move, all our plants died. I was in 2nd grade. Part of our classes were in a portable trailer because the school wasn't big enough for all the students. One of my classmates was a diabetic. I remember he ate lifesavers when his sugar got low. In Mariana I was the only white kid in my class. Most of the white families sent their children to private school, for obvious reasons. My mom was studying journalism at Ole Miss before the move, but she never finished her degree (in journalism, anyways). She would take me to campus all the time with her. I was exposed to a lot of theater there...Joseph & the Technicolor Dreamcoat, Oklahoma, Cats, some strange modern abstract theatre...I'm sure some other stuff I'm not immediately remembering. Probably made me gay. :P We had an old grey Ford Grenada. We were on welfare before the marriage. Government cheese is the best cheese ever. I wouldn't eat any sort of cheese on sandwiches and things for a long time after, though. I suppose that's enough. Life is wierd.
What's your opinion of bestiality?
My opinion is that it is a useful tool for political manipulators who want to inspire knee-jerk reactions of disgust in the populace...
Considering it as a serious legal and ethical question, it seems that it would come down mostly to a question of consent and/or animal cruelty. I doubt any animal will be ruled to be able to consent, so one could take the position that it is thus always legally wrong, as with a similar position on minors. And if the animal is being harmed, it would clearly be animal cruelty. I'm inclined towards those positions. OTOH, I suppose the argument could get trickier if confronted with a case where an animal was clearly enjoying it and/or especially, say, some animal of higher intelligence was somehow able to indicate consent.
If you had to have one bad memory erased, which one would you least mind giving up?
All the ones I'd want to pick have probably already been repressed. :P But, uh, of what I can think of, probably the days surrounding the breakup with my ex of 2 years. That's probably the most painful.
What are the very weirdest things about you?
Hmm, good question. Here are a few wierd things I can think of:
I eat my sandwiches from outside to inside.
I love several PBS Kids shows targeted towards those 12 and under.
I find lesbian sex fascinating (only wierd because of my orientation).
I suppose its a bit wierd that I have never had a credit card in my life.
My bedside lamp is in the shape of a mountain goat. Don't ask because I don't know either. And it gets better. Said mountain goat has a beanie bat wrapped around his neck.
I've slept on a fold-out sofa for the past...8 months. (P.S. - fold out sofas aren't built to be slept on for 8 months in a row).
I have an unnatural obsession with hats. Also, I collect all sorts of wierd things, like novelty pens and pencils.
If I could get away with it I'd probably wear scrubs all the time. So comfy.
I have my mother's gall stones in a plastic container...they're in a box somewhere now, but I've had them in among my knick-knacks before.
I've seriously considered changing my middle name to "Legolas."
I often talk to my stuffed animals as if they were real people.
There. I'm sure something in there should wierd people out.
Well, I saw it on other friends lists and was wondering myself, so I clicked on it to see who was interested. One of the communities that pops up is
being_friendly, which explains that they mean it to refer to inclusiveness of all groups and people. Check it out.What's something you remember from your life when you were seven?
Well, let's see, I don't know if I can remember enough to tell any stories, so why don't I just stream-of-consciousness what I can remember. I was living in Oxford, MS, at the beginning. That year I guess we were in the white house on a corner lot. In the spring red spider lillies would pop up at the corner. I always thought they were beautiful. My next door neighbors in Oxford had an Atari, it was the first time I played. Pacman and Pitfall. We moved to Marianna, AR over Christmas break after my mom married my step-dad. There was a cold front during the move, all our plants died. I was in 2nd grade. Part of our classes were in a portable trailer because the school wasn't big enough for all the students. One of my classmates was a diabetic. I remember he ate lifesavers when his sugar got low. In Mariana I was the only white kid in my class. Most of the white families sent their children to private school, for obvious reasons. My mom was studying journalism at Ole Miss before the move, but she never finished her degree (in journalism, anyways). She would take me to campus all the time with her. I was exposed to a lot of theater there...Joseph & the Technicolor Dreamcoat, Oklahoma, Cats, some strange modern abstract theatre...I'm sure some other stuff I'm not immediately remembering. Probably made me gay. :P We had an old grey Ford Grenada. We were on welfare before the marriage. Government cheese is the best cheese ever. I wouldn't eat any sort of cheese on sandwiches and things for a long time after, though. I suppose that's enough. Life is wierd.
What's your opinion of bestiality?
My opinion is that it is a useful tool for political manipulators who want to inspire knee-jerk reactions of disgust in the populace...
Considering it as a serious legal and ethical question, it seems that it would come down mostly to a question of consent and/or animal cruelty. I doubt any animal will be ruled to be able to consent, so one could take the position that it is thus always legally wrong, as with a similar position on minors. And if the animal is being harmed, it would clearly be animal cruelty. I'm inclined towards those positions. OTOH, I suppose the argument could get trickier if confronted with a case where an animal was clearly enjoying it and/or especially, say, some animal of higher intelligence was somehow able to indicate consent.
If you had to have one bad memory erased, which one would you least mind giving up?
All the ones I'd want to pick have probably already been repressed. :P But, uh, of what I can think of, probably the days surrounding the breakup with my ex of 2 years. That's probably the most painful.
What are the very weirdest things about you?
Hmm, good question. Here are a few wierd things I can think of:
I eat my sandwiches from outside to inside.
I love several PBS Kids shows targeted towards those 12 and under.
I find lesbian sex fascinating (only wierd because of my orientation).
I suppose its a bit wierd that I have never had a credit card in my life.
My bedside lamp is in the shape of a mountain goat. Don't ask because I don't know either. And it gets better. Said mountain goat has a beanie bat wrapped around his neck.
I've slept on a fold-out sofa for the past...8 months. (P.S. - fold out sofas aren't built to be slept on for 8 months in a row).
I have an unnatural obsession with hats. Also, I collect all sorts of wierd things, like novelty pens and pencils.
If I could get away with it I'd probably wear scrubs all the time. So comfy.
I have my mother's gall stones in a plastic container...they're in a box somewhere now, but I've had them in among my knick-knacks before.
I've seriously considered changing my middle name to "Legolas."
I often talk to my stuffed animals as if they were real people.
There. I'm sure something in there should wierd people out.
