April 28, 2003 @ 1:46 a.m.
Share and share alike?

The other night I dreamed that I was going to a music recital at a primary school. For some reason, I cared about it - like, maybe I had a dream-little sibling in it or something. Anyway, these kids come out, and every single one of them is toting a recorder. So I'm thinking, fuck, I hate those shrieky fucking noisemakers. The kids start playing. Their very first song is a twelve-recorder rendition of Nine Inch Nails' "Ruiner". What the Jesus skippy fuck?

The worst thing is, that dream is nearly a week old and I can't get that version of "Ruiner" out of my mind.

This is why people go on insane murder rampages. Guns don't kill people, people with bad dream renditions of good songs kill people.

So, confession time. I'm a bottle blonde. Blonde is also my natural hair colour, but it's kind of a mousey, uninteresting blonde, so I dye it. I can't decide what's better: the fact that the dye I use is called "Natural Blonde", or the fact that I'm a natural blonde dying my hair "Natural Blonde".

I haven't told you much about Castle Anthrax, aka The Voyeur Dorm aka The Crack Den aka Holy Fuck I Swear If You Don't Take Your Turn On Dishes Soon, I Am Going To Torch This Place, So Help Me Baby Jesus, aka my sharehouse. I'm about six months behind in keeping you guys up to date with all the happenings. However, I can't be bothered amending that now.

There was a good conversation tonight about sharing and how when you give people things you really can't take them back. This was in the kitchen, when Deb and her boyfriend Fred (real name) were cooking dinner (at about ten thirty...my kind of people), and Deirdre and I were in there generally fucking about.

The topic came up when Deb and Fred started disputing the ownership of a pre-dinner piece of toast. Deirdre made the point about how it's not really right to take something back, and I started musing on the posibilities of this rule.

"How do you think it applies to sex?"
"Well," said Deirdre, "I guess it can be used to argue that it really is a woman's right to choose."
"I was thinking more along the lines of other people's body parts."
"Rev, I think you're operating on a different definition of 'giving it to someone' than the rest of us."
"But the same principles still apply!"
"No they don't."
"Sure they do!"
"No, they don't."
"Uh huh! Although I guess they give it to you, then they sort of take it away again, then they give it to you again...and so on. So it's sort of yours."
"I really don't think that's the way it works."
To which I gave the classic, huffy teenager reply:
"Well, maybe it SHOULD be."

It's interesting to apply that philosphy to sex, though. Like, if you're a heterosexual girl, think of how many penises you could be the co-moral owner of! Think of how many virginities you could own. Actually, come to think of it, I wouldn't mind getting mine back from the person I gave it to, preferably without having to speak to him. Although it would probably be slightly more difficult than, say, getting your old books and CDs back.

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