Words Meme
Jun. 30th, 2009 11:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quiregrrlReply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
love
It's all around us, the crazy little thing, lifts us up where we belong, I would do anything for it (but I won't do that), it's a many splendoured thing, it hurts, wounds, scars, and mars, and it stinks.
It's kind of hard to talk about love without resorting to cliches, song lyrics, or bitter cynical diatribe. I am very grateful for the love I have in my life, and I am lucky to have a lot, selfish enough to want more (or at the least, a different kind), naive enough to believe there is such a thing as enduring love (but not unconditional love), and cynical enough (and/or sufficiently laden with baggage) to believe I won't find it/don't deserve it/wouldn't know it if I saw it. That said, I do have a lot of love in my life, and I (think I) give a lot of love. I'm a big fan of telling the folk whom I love that I love them, and I also try to show love by doing things... cooking, sending silly emails, popping in to visit just to say hi, little random gifts, making stuff, oh, and hugs... it's amazing how much love can be packed into one good hug :) I've always kind of thought of Romantic Love as different to Familial Love, or Friend Love, or any other kind of love... but the older I get, the more I think that there shouldn't be a difference... and the more I think that perhaps "romantic love" would be easier to survive if it was built without all the expectations that I have put on it in the past.
I don't know.. it's a big complicated thing for such a little innocuous word... probably why so many people have tried to explain it in song!
deviance
*GRIN* First thing I think of is the obvious deviance, the kink stuff, the bloodlust, the way I giggle when someone nice hurts me ... that stuff quite clearly falls in the category of "deviance". It's the stuff I know sets me apart from the vast majority of what is considered "normal", even though it seems very normal to me, and more so because I am surrounded by people who also consider it normal. It's hard to be objective about deviance though, because of the world I live in and the people I am surrounded by. I kind of have to remind myself that I'm a fat, body-positive, queer, pierced, tattooed, branded, scarred, masochist with sadistic tendencies, a fetish for blood and dissection, and the fact that I am surrounded by people who get that and with whom I blend seamlessly makes it seem normal, but the discomfort I feel when I have to venture "out" with the "normal" people really puts the lie to that. What does it mean to me? It's who I am. In all the ways I deviate from the norm, it's who I am, and it's taken me 33 years so far to get to this place of being happy with who I am, and the life I have, and the way i look, and the things I do, and I'm not done yet. It's not about being deliberately different, it's about being who I am. And apparently that's a deviant. :D
fat
Fatty fatty boomsticks! I have such a love/hate relationship with my fat... I love how soft I am, I love my roundness and bounciness and jiggliness... and some days I hate that I can't buy the clothes I want, or sit my arse comfortably in a plane seat... some days I feel fabulous, some days I feel frumpy. Mostly I hate the assumptions that other people make about me because I'm fat, and I hate being the thing on which other people project their own body issues. But this is the body I have, and I hate exercising and love food so this is the body I'll be keeping, it works, it's healthy, it feels, it's soft and sensuous, and I am comfortable inside it. And when I randomly fall over I land on cushions, whichever way i topple :)
sadness
It sounds stupid, but I actually appreciate feeling sad these days. I spent so many years being depressed, or not, that I could never just be normal sad, every bad or sad thing that happened would send me into, or further into, depression, which is a very different thing. I like that I've grown up enough to accept the fact that I need medication to keep me emotionally stable for the most part, and I like that that stability means that when I am sad it's a genuine sadness and it's predictable and it moves on. And sadness is the necessary balance of happiness, the sad days make the happy days shinier. It's not a bad thing at all.
flowers
I love flowers, they're so pretty and colourful and never fail to brighten a room, or mood, or day. Cut flowers in a vase or a field full of wild blooms, either is just as beautiful. I love getting flowers as a gift, but rarely do, so I buy them myself from time to time just for something beautiful to look at. I think flowers are for everyone, and for every occassion, or no occassion at all, and it's sad that most people only ever buy them on Valentines Day, or when someone is sick, or as an apology. There should be more flower giving, just because they're lovely :)
love
It's all around us, the crazy little thing, lifts us up where we belong, I would do anything for it (but I won't do that), it's a many splendoured thing, it hurts, wounds, scars, and mars, and it stinks.
It's kind of hard to talk about love without resorting to cliches, song lyrics, or bitter cynical diatribe. I am very grateful for the love I have in my life, and I am lucky to have a lot, selfish enough to want more (or at the least, a different kind), naive enough to believe there is such a thing as enduring love (but not unconditional love), and cynical enough (and/or sufficiently laden with baggage) to believe I won't find it/don't deserve it/wouldn't know it if I saw it. That said, I do have a lot of love in my life, and I (think I) give a lot of love. I'm a big fan of telling the folk whom I love that I love them, and I also try to show love by doing things... cooking, sending silly emails, popping in to visit just to say hi, little random gifts, making stuff, oh, and hugs... it's amazing how much love can be packed into one good hug :) I've always kind of thought of Romantic Love as different to Familial Love, or Friend Love, or any other kind of love... but the older I get, the more I think that there shouldn't be a difference... and the more I think that perhaps "romantic love" would be easier to survive if it was built without all the expectations that I have put on it in the past.
I don't know.. it's a big complicated thing for such a little innocuous word... probably why so many people have tried to explain it in song!
deviance
*GRIN* First thing I think of is the obvious deviance, the kink stuff, the bloodlust, the way I giggle when someone nice hurts me ... that stuff quite clearly falls in the category of "deviance". It's the stuff I know sets me apart from the vast majority of what is considered "normal", even though it seems very normal to me, and more so because I am surrounded by people who also consider it normal. It's hard to be objective about deviance though, because of the world I live in and the people I am surrounded by. I kind of have to remind myself that I'm a fat, body-positive, queer, pierced, tattooed, branded, scarred, masochist with sadistic tendencies, a fetish for blood and dissection, and the fact that I am surrounded by people who get that and with whom I blend seamlessly makes it seem normal, but the discomfort I feel when I have to venture "out" with the "normal" people really puts the lie to that. What does it mean to me? It's who I am. In all the ways I deviate from the norm, it's who I am, and it's taken me 33 years so far to get to this place of being happy with who I am, and the life I have, and the way i look, and the things I do, and I'm not done yet. It's not about being deliberately different, it's about being who I am. And apparently that's a deviant. :D
fat
Fatty fatty boomsticks! I have such a love/hate relationship with my fat... I love how soft I am, I love my roundness and bounciness and jiggliness... and some days I hate that I can't buy the clothes I want, or sit my arse comfortably in a plane seat... some days I feel fabulous, some days I feel frumpy. Mostly I hate the assumptions that other people make about me because I'm fat, and I hate being the thing on which other people project their own body issues. But this is the body I have, and I hate exercising and love food so this is the body I'll be keeping, it works, it's healthy, it feels, it's soft and sensuous, and I am comfortable inside it. And when I randomly fall over I land on cushions, whichever way i topple :)
sadness
It sounds stupid, but I actually appreciate feeling sad these days. I spent so many years being depressed, or not, that I could never just be normal sad, every bad or sad thing that happened would send me into, or further into, depression, which is a very different thing. I like that I've grown up enough to accept the fact that I need medication to keep me emotionally stable for the most part, and I like that that stability means that when I am sad it's a genuine sadness and it's predictable and it moves on. And sadness is the necessary balance of happiness, the sad days make the happy days shinier. It's not a bad thing at all.
flowers
I love flowers, they're so pretty and colourful and never fail to brighten a room, or mood, or day. Cut flowers in a vase or a field full of wild blooms, either is just as beautiful. I love getting flowers as a gift, but rarely do, so I buy them myself from time to time just for something beautiful to look at. I think flowers are for everyone, and for every occassion, or no occassion at all, and it's sad that most people only ever buy them on Valentines Day, or when someone is sick, or as an apology. There should be more flower giving, just because they're lovely :)
