good food, good company
6 Nov 2003 12:01 amtalked to frank and enrique about slash (hp, harry/draco vs harry/snape, pirates of the caribbean, legolas/gimli vs legolas/aragorn, qui/obi, due south), lesbian barbie porn*, keira knightley as guinevere** and kk as g's boobs, feminism, post-modernism and its silliness, discourse analysis vs lit crit, the suckiness of the university of alabama, the suckiness of george w bush, the probability of some kind of conspiracy to steal the election via voting machines etc, gay marriage, us vs japanese customs officials, and lots of other things. there was alcohol, there was giggling, there was frank and enrique both petting perry until he almost purred even though he is a dog.
*enrique: what are these barbies doing?
me: oh, that! that's my lesbian barbie porn. see, there's the strap-on.
lillian: mom, look at her lesbian barbie porn. she used MY barbies!
mom, making no move to enforce her pronouncements: oh my god, lillian, you're not old enough to look at this.
**me: [describes keira's war paint, lingering on the line that goes between the breasts all the way down]
enrique: you're really enjoying describing this.
enrique: i just have a vision of all these people who haven't gotten over xena-withdrawal...
me: hey. she's cooler than xena.
enrique, looking at image of snarling keira with bow held in the air: yep, sex appeal.
me: no, what are you saying? that's menace.
*enrique: what are these barbies doing?
me: oh, that! that's my lesbian barbie porn. see, there's the strap-on.
lillian: mom, look at her lesbian barbie porn. she used MY barbies!
mom, making no move to enforce her pronouncements: oh my god, lillian, you're not old enough to look at this.
**me: [describes keira's war paint, lingering on the line that goes between the breasts all the way down]
enrique: you're really enjoying describing this.
enrique: i just have a vision of all these people who haven't gotten over xena-withdrawal...
me: hey. she's cooler than xena.
enrique, looking at image of snarling keira with bow held in the air: yep, sex appeal.
me: no, what are you saying? that's menace.