here now is what i was trying to articulate in a recent post regarding closing my eyes at my granmother’s grave, as best i can relate it to you:
it was like a universe-sized opening at the back of nothingness itself.
it was almost transcendental, in a similar way that reading Kerouac while listening to Sonic Youth is almost transcendental.
Amelia Earhart was damn sexy. it was her unflagging bravery in the face danger. her spirit. her damn-the-torpedoes-ness.
unfortunately, the big turn-off is just around the corner: she was too cocky, too arrogant. she put self-promotion above safety. she ripped out her backup radio and routinely took off before checks were complete. fucking dumbass.
(something few know about me a-’cause it’s always so hidden away, buried underneath all the other layers of me-ness: big aviation freak from Day One. i spose anyone who grew up in and around Dayton, Ohio would be. and by the way, fuck you, Kittyhawk.)
now, on a more mundane level: her face always reminded me of Susan, the older sister of my best pal David, growing up, when i was a little kid. she was my first kiss, and also the first time i ever saw a real live pussy. i couldn’t have been any older than ten. i wonder what ever happened to her. she had nice lips.
also sexy: Janeane Garofalo, and Lauren Graham (Lorelai Gilmore on The Gilmore Girls), because they are damn funny, and smart-funny to boot. i love intelligent, funny, hip women. especially the cynical freethinkin’ types. i’d practically kill a man if Janeane G. arsked me to.
