I dig everything and nothing.
Anyone with an open mind and a sense of humor. Oh, and my dad.
In my other incarnation I live out such a plethora of conflict that you wouldn't think I'd survive, would you, but I do; I wake up enraged, go to sleep in numbed despair, face what I know perfectly well is condescension and abstract contempt, get into quarrels, shout, fret about people I don't even know, live as if I were the only woman in the world trying to buck it all, work like a pig, strew my whole apartment with notes, articles, books, get frowsy, don't care, become stridently contentious, sometimes laugh and weep within five minutes together out of pure frustration. It takes me two hours to get to sleep and an hour to get up. I dream at my desk. I dream all over the place. I'm very badly dressed. But O how I relish my victuals! And O how I fuck! - Joanna Russ
Whatever sounds good and puts me in the mood I want to be in.
Thought-laugh-tear-fear-provoking flicks are always nice.
Yeah. I have one. I just haven't figured out how to use it yet.
Favorites include David Sedaris' Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim / Norman Mailer's The Executioner's Song.
Certainly not you.