The Canadians assure me that my meds have been shipped, and I hope to get them tomorrow. But until they arrive I have a bulletproof excuse not to go to the gym -- half an hour on the elliptical trainer and I'd be firm, toned, and fucking unconscious.
Here's something I've been thinking about while attempting not to sit, stand, or walk:
Many people consider artists to be sexy, but there are lots of different kinds of artist, each with its own dysfunctional cachet. Novelists are supposed to be drunken, depressive wet blankets. Dancers are supposed to be obsessive-compulsive masochists. Painters are supposed to be frail creatures, so sensitive to beauty that they faint several times a day. And so on. Basically, artists are all supposed to be crazy, broken fuckups, and crazy, broken fuckups are always intriguing. But which kind is the most intriguing, i.e. the one most likely to result in dates?
I know I left a bunch out, give me a break, I've got the vapors.
Who's sexiest, all things being equal?
3D visual artists (sculptors, potters, ceramicists, etc.)
2D visual artists (painters, cartoonists, animators, etc.)
Performance artists, or people who do weird experimental stuff like Piss Christ
I was inspired by a comment from riverrabbit to turn my Memories page into an index of all the fiction I've posted here. Now you don't have to slog through back entries to view any of my particular dysfunction; it's all just a click away. If you're into that kind of thing.
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