04.10.01

it's painful disclosure time, kids. time for some Personal Sharing. time to find out what moonbird is really made of.

in which we discover that i sometimes want to be julia roberts. actually, i can't decide whether it's that i *want* julia roberts, or just want to *be* her. a fine distinction, but an important one.

okay, it's out in the open. you can quit reading my diary now, because my deeply shameful secret has come to light. despite the critical theory spectacles placed frumpishly halfway down my nose, i adore that skinny white woman that half of america's oh-so-unimaginative masses are obsessed with. color me a victim of The Wild Hair, That Certain Smile, and dear god, That Mischievious Look.

i know, it's awful. i'm awful. i should go read The Beauty Myth again. i should Question How Socialization Has Caused Me To Find Underweight Overfemme Women Attractive. i should write affirmations about curves with my menstrual blood.

but.

but...

i love her. kerykes isn't gonna like this much, i can tell. but there it is, kiddies.

count me as a fatality of Too Many Viewings Of Pretty Woman.

shall i return to more lyrical prose?

oh, and next time these very beautiful girls ask me out drinking, my ass will try much harder to make it there. i'm way too curious about diaryland's beautiful people.

until next time, love me and thank the goddess, it's SPRING!

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xoxo,

moonbird

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