Friends, Activity Partners

Dec 2004

Some where Republican & Midwestern...

http://profiles.friendster.com/15153219

KU

University of Kansas, Attended - , Class of , Other

huh..... I have a lot.

F.U. (Feminist United), WTCS, Queer as Fuck

Photography, dancing!, reading, traveling cheaply, costumes

Winesburg, Ohio, Valencia, David Sedaris, Poetry by Gwendolyn Brooks, Margaret Atwood, Michelle Tea, Sharon Olds, Diane di Prima, sometimes Sylvia Plath.. I also like the photo collections of Annie Liebowitz and Nikki S. Lee

The Goonies, Born in Flames (any one have the sound track?)

Rod Stewart and the Slits.

Golden Girls. . . it gives me a sense of direction in life!

I once aspired to be a professional figure skater. I had a tutoo and skates with shiney blades and green laces. I was a rising star on ice. I had offers to be in Sesame Street on Ice as Grover the small timid monster. It was a total up grade from my job driving the zambonie in between little league hockie games. But then..... tragedy struck! One day I stubbed my toe on the canine tooth of a bear rug and started hopping around in pain. I hopped right in to a puddle that had formed from the melted ice shavings that had dripped off my skates. I slipped and fell and sprained my ankle. I had to go to the emergency room where I recieved two stitches in my big toe where the bear rug had gnarled on it. The emergency room staff thought this was hilarious - A girl in a grover suite with a sprained ankle and a toe bitten by a bear skin rug. Through their tears and rolling laughter they informed me I would not be able to walk again .... for at least a week. So I did what I had to do. I gave up my dream of ice skating. It was an insecure job, always being on thin ice... I decided to choose a path in life that did not require legs. I considered being a mermaid but that too is a fishy buisness. Sailors really aren't my type- too many social diseases, you know. So I signed up to earn an English degree. Then I had to read the Bronte sisters for class one day and realized I should tack on a Women's studies degree, lest I end up like those two dears. Actually most of that story is false. Many of the details are correct however. It is true I gave up on my childhood dream which involved the Amazon and tiny primates. I have also sprained my ankle. No bear skin rug involved. I was simply hit by a parked car. I also really do have funny stories about the emergecy room.

I really would like to meet some leather daddies. I know alot of waxxing vegans and I need to branch out.
"Give to me your leather
Take from me...my lace"
-Stevie Knicks