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Simay

Strange (not so) Little Girl

About Me

I'm Simay, and yes, I force people to pronounce it correctly: Simai. I grew up watching the cartoons that are now considered Retro Junk, and I still love them, especially Beetle Juice. I'm Turkish, which means I also grew up with great food and amazing views of the Bosphorus. I read too much, smoke too much and drink a fair amount. I'm obsessed with words and melodies and authors and rockstars and actors and actresses and pictures-- both still and moving. I knit and crochet a lot in my spare time. My biggest dream is you having a book by your bed with my name on it. Yes, I'm a writer wannabe. My word-choice disgusts some people, and I've been called a lot of different names due to this including psycho, slut, mental case, loser, all of which have taught me to grin and wave in return. Did I mention I'm addicted to nicotine and caffeine?

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My Interests

Beauty in disguise
Blood and skin
Books and more books
Boys in tight pants
Cursing at politicians
gloomy eyes in bars
Late night conversations
Love vs. hate
Marquez's & all the other melancholy whores
Mental connection
Music with powerful lyrics
Naked flesh
Pissing off god
Reading footnotes
Sex without touching
Smoky mouths
Thankyous in cdbooklets
Verbal seduction
War vs. peace
Words vs. silence
Writing late at night on alcohol
Zeki muren.

I'd like to meet:

Whom I'd like to meet?
People with blood and regret under their fingernails.

Music:



Movies:

Fight Club
Stranger Than Fiction
Breathless (the French one)
Little Miss Sunshine
Radio Days
Hedwig & the Angry Inch
The Dreamers
Pirates of the Caribbean
Benny & Joon
Life is Beautiful
Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
Trainspotting
Requiem for a Dream
The Crow
The Hours
L'enfant
Pretty much anything & everything with blood baths.

Television:

Queer as Folk
Invader Zim

Books:

CURRENT LIBRARY I'm still adding stuff to.

My Blog

To whom it may concern: Sonnets/Unrealities XI

It may not always be soAnd I say that if your lipsWhich I have lovedShould touch another'sAnd your dear strong fingers clutch her heartAs mine in time not far awayIf on another's face your sweet hair ...
Posted by Simay on Sun, 07 May 2006 11:14:00 PST