becoming a whiskey-drinking housewife with Carly Buzz, sitting, dancing, naps, group naps, picnics, outdoor naps, green tea, sammiches, shoes, sequins, sewing, theatre, spring, Russia, sketch pads, jazz, GLBT issues, vintage vogue magazines, art museums, parks, shopping, burritos, boys, the twin cities, Rilo Kiley, obsessively checking my email, smooching, scavenger hunts, booze, 1985 John Cusak, soft blankets, frolicking, feminism, Pippi Longstocking, road trips, hippie concerts, my bike, the Mississippi River, the Volga river, large bodies of water in general, bubble baths, bubble tea, live music
Banjo players
Anything that spurs an unexpected dance party. Or uninhibited joy. Same thing, really.
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. The Gene Wilder version, not that Johnny Depp piece of shit.
Arrested Development, The Office, Sex and the City, Daria, Boy Meets World
Still Life With Woodpecker, The Color Purple, the collected works of Audre Lorde, Cunt, Running With Scissors, Me Talk Pretty One Day, and of course, anything starring the great Pippi Longstocking.
My mother, Kenton Fuller, Minnie Bruce Pratt, my grandmas, Audre Lorde, Patsy Koch Johns, Pippi Longstocking, Edith Head