putting the guts back in

GIRL
Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com
SITE
viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
archives here

Saturday, March 10, 2001

Hey dudes, I have this whole new layout and stuff ready to go, and I was all gung-ho and going to race in here and put it all up, but then I remembered that the socks server isn't up, and this means I can't access all the important acronyms like FTP and IRC and MUD. MUD!!! And then I remembered that I haven't been able to play my mu* (XET) in nearly four weeks now and this is driving me absolutely sodding bananas!!! So now I have to go and perform a few homocides. Back once I've washed the blood off my hands...

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Pants too small to be allowable in several signatory countries of the UN. Red snakeskin-look PVC. They put the HOT! back in hotpants. They gave A a conniption fit. Well, not quite. Just that he's not sure he likes other guys looking at me as a sex object. Finding me attractive, that's fine. I was quite bemused by this, and I'm not quite sure how to respond. I have the pants. I will wear the pants. I don't want him to feel bad. But I love wearing them. They're unbelievably comfortable. And when aforementioned guys look at me as a 'sex object', I just find it funny. Funny how easy it is.

I'm such a wench.

Speaking of A, last weekend he got me a dozen long-stemmed roses. He brought them in a large box, wrapped with ribbon (pink, but I'll forgive him that this time). The most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. Deep red and smelling beautifully. They are starting to sag now (yes, just starting, such is the wonder of cut-flower food), and people keep telling me to dry them. Then, or so I'm told, I can keep them forever.

Well yes, but I'm not sure I want to keep them forever. It goes against my philosophy of romantically given flowers. This philosophy was something I only realised when challenged about it by J², who demanded to know why he should give flowers to K^r when they were only going to die. He'd much rather give her something that would last, some other gift that was useful. But that, you see, is the whole point. Flowers are useless. They die. They have no purpose but to be an expression of devotion, a quick message of love. That is what is so beautifully romantic about them. And hence, drying them would be diminishing their message, taking away the moment. Even keeping them for a week, still alive, seems to be making their allure wane.

Besides, I don't have anywhere to put a dozen dried roses. They'd be a bastard to pack up.

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Wednesday, March 07, 2001

I go gothing because:

Scaring people is fun.
It's the perfect chance to wear gorgeous clothes I can't wear any other time of the week because of point one. And I do mean gorgeous clothes. I love my goffing clothes.
Other people wear even more gorgeous clothes and looking is not indicative of any sort of desire to pick up. In fact, the normal mating rituals do not apply.
The music is loud, fun and good.
You can dance. Really dance. Dance like you only dance in your room with all the doors locked.

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Monday, March 05, 2001

More interesting things noted in classes (and I promise to settle down to some sort of routine here soon, honest, scout's non-honour).

Diana shows off her bad german: Es gibt ein Maedchen in meine Klasse, die genau wie ein Anime Maedchen aussieht. (After all, this observation was made in german class, and it is a sign of my return to form that I can think that much in the language, since a week ago, I couldn't.) "There is a girl in my class who looks exactly like an Anime girl."

She does. She really does. It's been bugging me for a year now, and I finally realised it. Petite figure. Heart-shaped face, framed by the right square haircut (dark brown). Tight t-shirt. Jeans flaring at the bottom with large platform-type sneakers. She doesn't quite have the cleavage right, though. If it wasn't for that, and the fact that she's actually a lovely, wonderful person, I might be tempted to claim she was obviously an alien construct and should be terminated immediately for the good of the planet and the human race as a whole.

But I'll resist the temptation. Promise.

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