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scholargipsy that probably should be friend-locked for its adult content, but I'll give my lurkers until tomorrow to get in on the fun:
1. I'm going to turn your question around: pick three people you know to spend a day living in your body. Who would benefit most from the experience, and why?
This is an excellent one because it opens up an opportunity that didn’t occur to me when I wrote the original question. While the idea of giving three someones an unrestricted play-day with my girly geography has it’s appeal, I would combine that with a more meaningful use.
Though I don’t have a specific person or people in mind, I would offer a day in my body to anyone who believes that 40 is old. I would let them into my body to feel muscles that are stronger than they were two decades ago, a sexuality that is only just now beginning it’s peak blossoming, and an life-energy that they feared leaves us all by this age. They could see and caress firm, high breasts, feel sensuous curls tumbling down against the shoulders, and if they find a lover for the afternoon, can show off certain things of an even more intimate nature that I sure wasn't capable of as a timid 21-year-old. After that, I would want them to head in my body to the gym and go 45 minutes on the elliptical cross trainer, something they likely wouldn't have the endurance for in their own body. Then they could hit the weight room and leg press 170 pounds while yawning for lack of challenge, and kick it up by 10 pound increments until reaching 200. They can play with my belly-button ring, try on all my funky clothes, and go out solo and be flirted with by both younger and older men.
People seldom tell me their thoughts on getting older other than to complain about it, so I’d ask around, find out who needs this experience most. Maybe it could help someone feel more at ease with the future once they got back to their own bodies. I would genuinely hope so.
2. A trite question for any actress, but what is your dream role in an already-existing play or musical?
I have always, always wanted to play Jeannie (the pregnant girl) in Hair. The role is hilarious, she has an adorably sarcastic song, and lots of physical comedy. Community theatres never do Hair, probably because of the big nude scene. Hmmph. Eventually I really will be too old to play it, but I would love, love, love a chance at it while I still can.
3.If you could choose between snapping your fingers and never wanting/needing another cigarette as long as you lived, or snapping your fingers and making every cigarette you smoked from now on completely nontoxic, which would you choose?
I’d take snapping and never wanting to smoke again. Beyond health, there is the social factor, and almost more importantly, the expense. I smoke a little less than one pack a day, and usually hand out 3 or 4 over the course of the day. At an average cost of $5.50 per pack, multiplied by 365, that’s $2,007.50 a year! Think what I could do with that, because I can’t bear to think of it myself. This is one question that I wish were true.
4. People often tell you you act younger than your age. Tell us one way in which you think you actually act older.
Thank you, good question because I had to delve on this one, and the answer came up larger than I expected. I hadn’t thought about it much before, but I always act with extreme caution when it comes to taking physical risks. I would never in a million millennia go skydiving, for example. No skating on frozen ponds unless it’s frozen through to the bottom (like the Frog Pond at the Commons). No ladders higher than 10 feet, and I would never, ever stand on the top step. Hell, I won’t even ride on the back of a motorcycle unless the alternative is to stay there on the roadside and die of exposure. Sometime watch me going down a flight of stairs – I hold tightly to the railing (right-hand side if at all possible) and I go slowly, never running even if it means missing the T.
So yeah, that’s a big older-than-my-age element that I’d never really examined before.
5. If you had to be in a poly triangle, one in which each member was romantically and physically intimate with the other two, would you rather it were with two men, two women, or a man and a woman? Defend your choice.
You’re good, Johnny. I actually read this question this morning and had the day to mull it over, and it gave me more to consider than all the others.
In my rare attempts at dating poly men, I’ve had to accept the fact that I do not share well with other women. If I’m in love, or even in "heavy like" with a man, I can not stand the thought of him having sex with another woman. (note: puppy piles and other non-sexual touch are exempt, and even flirty kissing too, because I love doing it myself and don’t feel at all threatened by it). It’s just part of the anthropology of being me. I’ve actually had moments when I’ve felt a very wolven bristle of territorialism when I’ve smelled another woman’s sweat. There is of course the conundrum of my sometimes being attracted to women, and I’ve had girl-girl-boy threesomes (eep, glad mom doesn’t have internet access!), but the circumstances were manifested for satisfying my own curiosity. I could never do that with a man I was in a committed, in-love relationship. So Man+Woman+Me is out. And my attraction to women is just not strong enough that I can imagine a Woman+Woman+Me.
Howeverrrrr... (cometh an intrigued grin), I have never had a problem when a boyfriend has expressed sexual interest in men. In fact, I find it a genuine turn-on most of the time, so long as it doesn’t diminish their attraction to me. (It also doesn’t hurt that I’m a fag hag from the cradle.) I remember watching a man I was newly involved with making out with a male mutual friend, and it drove me wild with excitement. I’ve never felt threatened by the idea of sharing with a man, because its such a radically different energy we each provide. I can’t provide what he has, he can’t provide what I have, so lets all collaborate and everybody get together try to love one another right now.
And to have two male beloveds, who also love each other just as much as they each love me... yes please! (this little fantasy is getting better and better the more I type). I would want it to be a tidy closed triad, a three-in-the-bed, three wedding ring relationship with no outside sexual partners for any of us unless it was mutually agreed upon on every level. I understand from polyfolk that this closed configuration is rather rare and difficult to sustain for the long haul, but that’s what I’d want. Selfish? Perhaps. But that’s why I don’t live the poly life.
Sterling questions, John! You made me think about some really meaningful issues with this one.
More questions from me if you've answered the first batch I gave you.
scholargipsy that probably should be friend-locked for its adult content, but I'll give my lurkers until tomorrow to get in on the fun:1. I'm going to turn your question around: pick three people you know to spend a day living in your body. Who would benefit most from the experience, and why?
This is an excellent one because it opens up an opportunity that didn’t occur to me when I wrote the original question. While the idea of giving three someones an unrestricted play-day with my girly geography has it’s appeal, I would combine that with a more meaningful use.
Though I don’t have a specific person or people in mind, I would offer a day in my body to anyone who believes that 40 is old. I would let them into my body to feel muscles that are stronger than they were two decades ago, a sexuality that is only just now beginning it’s peak blossoming, and an life-energy that they feared leaves us all by this age. They could see and caress firm, high breasts, feel sensuous curls tumbling down against the shoulders, and if they find a lover for the afternoon, can show off certain things of an even more intimate nature that I sure wasn't capable of as a timid 21-year-old. After that, I would want them to head in my body to the gym and go 45 minutes on the elliptical cross trainer, something they likely wouldn't have the endurance for in their own body. Then they could hit the weight room and leg press 170 pounds while yawning for lack of challenge, and kick it up by 10 pound increments until reaching 200. They can play with my belly-button ring, try on all my funky clothes, and go out solo and be flirted with by both younger and older men.
People seldom tell me their thoughts on getting older other than to complain about it, so I’d ask around, find out who needs this experience most. Maybe it could help someone feel more at ease with the future once they got back to their own bodies. I would genuinely hope so.
2. A trite question for any actress, but what is your dream role in an already-existing play or musical?
I have always, always wanted to play Jeannie (the pregnant girl) in Hair. The role is hilarious, she has an adorably sarcastic song, and lots of physical comedy. Community theatres never do Hair, probably because of the big nude scene. Hmmph. Eventually I really will be too old to play it, but I would love, love, love a chance at it while I still can.
3.If you could choose between snapping your fingers and never wanting/needing another cigarette as long as you lived, or snapping your fingers and making every cigarette you smoked from now on completely nontoxic, which would you choose?
I’d take snapping and never wanting to smoke again. Beyond health, there is the social factor, and almost more importantly, the expense. I smoke a little less than one pack a day, and usually hand out 3 or 4 over the course of the day. At an average cost of $5.50 per pack, multiplied by 365, that’s $2,007.50 a year! Think what I could do with that, because I can’t bear to think of it myself. This is one question that I wish were true.
4. People often tell you you act younger than your age. Tell us one way in which you think you actually act older.
Thank you, good question because I had to delve on this one, and the answer came up larger than I expected. I hadn’t thought about it much before, but I always act with extreme caution when it comes to taking physical risks. I would never in a million millennia go skydiving, for example. No skating on frozen ponds unless it’s frozen through to the bottom (like the Frog Pond at the Commons). No ladders higher than 10 feet, and I would never, ever stand on the top step. Hell, I won’t even ride on the back of a motorcycle unless the alternative is to stay there on the roadside and die of exposure. Sometime watch me going down a flight of stairs – I hold tightly to the railing (right-hand side if at all possible) and I go slowly, never running even if it means missing the T.
So yeah, that’s a big older-than-my-age element that I’d never really examined before.
5. If you had to be in a poly triangle, one in which each member was romantically and physically intimate with the other two, would you rather it were with two men, two women, or a man and a woman? Defend your choice.
You’re good, Johnny. I actually read this question this morning and had the day to mull it over, and it gave me more to consider than all the others.
In my rare attempts at dating poly men, I’ve had to accept the fact that I do not share well with other women. If I’m in love, or even in "heavy like" with a man, I can not stand the thought of him having sex with another woman. (note: puppy piles and other non-sexual touch are exempt, and even flirty kissing too, because I love doing it myself and don’t feel at all threatened by it). It’s just part of the anthropology of being me. I’ve actually had moments when I’ve felt a very wolven bristle of territorialism when I’ve smelled another woman’s sweat. There is of course the conundrum of my sometimes being attracted to women, and I’ve had girl-girl-boy threesomes (eep, glad mom doesn’t have internet access!), but the circumstances were manifested for satisfying my own curiosity. I could never do that with a man I was in a committed, in-love relationship. So Man+Woman+Me is out. And my attraction to women is just not strong enough that I can imagine a Woman+Woman+Me.
Howeverrrrr... (cometh an intrigued grin), I have never had a problem when a boyfriend has expressed sexual interest in men. In fact, I find it a genuine turn-on most of the time, so long as it doesn’t diminish their attraction to me. (It also doesn’t hurt that I’m a fag hag from the cradle.) I remember watching a man I was newly involved with making out with a male mutual friend, and it drove me wild with excitement. I’ve never felt threatened by the idea of sharing with a man, because its such a radically different energy we each provide. I can’t provide what he has, he can’t provide what I have, so lets all collaborate and everybody get together try to love one another right now.
And to have two male beloveds, who also love each other just as much as they each love me... yes please! (this little fantasy is getting better and better the more I type). I would want it to be a tidy closed triad, a three-in-the-bed, three wedding ring relationship with no outside sexual partners for any of us unless it was mutually agreed upon on every level. I understand from polyfolk that this closed configuration is rather rare and difficult to sustain for the long haul, but that’s what I’d want. Selfish? Perhaps. But that’s why I don’t live the poly life.
Sterling questions, John! You made me think about some really meaningful issues with this one.
More questions from me if you've answered the first batch I gave you.
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Date: 2004-11-16 08:46 pm (UTC)(and I never get involved in these memes because I am TERRIBLE at thinking up questions, so if you give me some do know that I dont have any to give you - sorry!)
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Date: 2004-11-16 09:03 pm (UTC)I don't think I could ever have a threesome. My reasoning is that I don't socialize very well in groups, so what makes me think I'd have sex any better in them? :-P
I am in agreement about a hypothetical boyfriend seeing other guys, though. That *is* pretty hott. And if it was casual, I don't think I'd mind him being with other chicks (just not at the same time as me, that whole "does not socialize well in groups" thing). But if it was serious, yeah, I think that would make me a little iffy.
-Dej