For a while I was fixated on the color red. I believe it started when I designed a tattoo for a friend; it was almost entirely red with a smidgeon of black for emphasis. Not long after that, I started painting my toenails a startling shade of fire-engine red (I didn't paint my fingernails because they were pretty much completely gnawed off, and still are thanks to my need to be either smoking or chewing) and bought spiffy red silk pajamas. I even started highlighting entire chunks of text here on the site in bright red. It lasted for about two weeks and then it was on to the next thing.
And the next thing was big, black boots. I do know how this one started; my mother wore my favorite pair of boots while mowing the lawn... and then wore them weed-whacking too and whacked her own damn foot and shredded the boots. It's true, she did give me money to replace them. But things were a bit tight at the time and I thought it to be more prudent to pay the daycare than to buy myself new boots. Tough choice, believe me! Then, things straightened out a bit and I knew I needed new boots. Being a single mother with an extremely tight wallet, I started to window shop for black boots, determined to see out the perfect pair before actually making the purchase. Oooooh, it took a couple weeks, but I finally found them. Then it was on to the next fixation...
Which is the current one: tummies. Male tummies. The tight, the tiny, the furry or smooth, the big or little or slightly flabby. I like tummies for some reason, always have. But recently I have taken to asking my male friends to show me their tummies, much akin to the "Show me yer tits" mantra that men often shout at the bar. This may be a long lasting fixation, unless of course I start thinking about penguins and their soft, white, chilly-willy bellies and how they glide along the ice...
NEXT! Time for a new fixation!!!
