uncurl-
pink skies –
melting ice
Perhaps because of all the terrible news, i was whisked away back to my “castle on a cloud”. I decided to draw out the vision I had with Catch My Breath. It’s not a true storyboard, which I guess makes it a rough draft of a rough draft. It’s still nice to see so much of what was in my head conveyed somewhat accurately.
I’m suppose to be babybugbug. There was something so sweet, though probably unintentional, in how indignant danny got at babybugbug being forced to be tall. The genuine “wtheff” through gritted teeth T-T. BBB’s height was not a flaw danny saw past, but a uniquiness to him that didn’t need to change. My instinct is that height isn’t that stigmatized, but then I have to remember babybugbug is a boy. Height in men is a whoollllleeee thing that is fucked from both sides. 5’10 is average, acceptable, but 5’9 is short king status? 5’11 meh, 6′ omg so tall? It’s all. Very. Stupid!
Laura initially thought I was Elphaba. 6 of one half a dozen of the other. I do have a hesitation putting myself in the role of witches like elpheba, or hermione, or willow, rather than just relating to some of their qualities. They are weird girl power fantasies, probably mary sues, so I am cautious of hubris. Part of me is saying “That kind of power is not a zero sum game! Let your light shine girl, you’re not taking from anyone. In fact, you do take away when you dim yourself to make insecure people more comfortable. Who cares fuck it, life is too shooorrrtt!”
One final reflection, on time and legacy –
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.
“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
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