I am many things to many people - mum, partner, sister, friend and a host of other good and bad things. Propriety suggests that when I meet you I should tell you my name, rank and number, but a moniker, an address and a job doesn't tell you a thing about me. You could make assumptions about me from my accent and my appearance but if you got past those what else would you know?
People have assumed a lot of things about me in the past, and probably about you. We are judged, daily, by a need to put people into boxes, correctly labeled. Expected to conform to what is considered to be normal in a society that deals so very badly with non-conformity.
I have no wish to tell you that I have blue eyes and I am five feet and five inches tall - what does that mean to you. What makes me different from any other Minx in the world? What makes me me and you you?
Anyway, here is a tin of condensed Minx - make of it what you will.
You already know about the shoes and the chocolate and the gin
I am mostly purple with hints of black, no shades of grey.
I am venom and candyfloss.
I put enamel pots in the rain.
I try to live positively.
I loathe the way spiders move.
I am mostly content.
My tongue could flay the skin from your back or soothe your headache.
I laugh for bad reasons.
I cry for good reasons
I would rather be awake all night.
I cannot live without music, writing or love.
I would prefer a world with candles.
I don't do jealousy.
I live in the moment.
I don't like to be the same.
My love is unconditional (I think)
I love reading aloud
I adore my cat
I hate the presents he gives me.
I am a bad smoker.
I follow pagan values.
I am crap at numbers.
I swear regularly.
I know who I am and
I don't own anything living.
This was a fairly narcissistic exercise, I apologise but it was one that was inspired by Absolute Vanilla who has re-invented herself and is back where she belongs! Thanks, Aty!
And look - I'm a Rockin' Bloggy Girl!