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I'm a recently separated mother of two, voluble, vulnerable, inquisitive no end. I'm looking for distraction in all its manifold forms. I love to read, write, draw, feast, and imbibe. I hate exercise, but I'm afraid of death. So far, my aversion to anything deliberately aerobic trumps my hypochondria. That said, I do love a canoe, not to mention camping in the wilderness.
My Ideal Person:
Irreverence, emotional frankness, raunch, wit, compassion. Oh, and liberal leanings are a must.
The last great book I read Henry James, Daisy Miller (I was living two blocks from the Coliseum, after all - and I've always aspired to be a Jamesian heroine: bold, brash, and shocking to European sensibilities).
My most humbling moment Swooning during my dissertation defense.
Favorite on-screen sex scene The pornographers still have the market on this, I’m afraid. Hollywood sex scenes are pretty damn tame. I mean, what's with the lack of full-frontal nudity??
The celebrity I resemble the most I’ve been Meryl Streeped about a thousand times.
The best or worst lie I've ever told I never tell lies. I fear I’m congenitally incapable of it. I do, however, exaggerate. Best to divide everything I say by two.
If I could be anywhere right now At a dinner party where the conversation flows as freely as the wine.
Five items I can't live without Pen & paper, bread &cheese, a swig of grappa, a good book, and a long night’s sleep.
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier. A cat; a dog
In my bedroom one will find... A phrenological head, lots of religious iconography collected over many years and across many continents, and a big oak bed that comfortably sleeps two (that would be you and me) or three (that would be me and my daughters).
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