attractiveness and sexuality, meeting authors

[storm]

> storm:
> > JKR rated as attractive woman - well she doesn't do it for me
...
> except as a writer. But then I like dark haired, olive
skintoned
> women (in balence for my bland mouse hair and pale skin I
> suspect)
>
> Ahhh, another person with fine tastes (says the dark haired,
olive skintoned Tabouli, who wears glasses on occasion, but has,
alas, concluded that she is decidedly heterosexual).

Nevermind, says storm kindly, besides I've had inter-city
relationtionships before and have concluded they are Not For Me.
>
Tabouli also notes:
> My reactions to men are quite different.  Unless spectacularly
handsome (see teenage crush on Morten), I can't seem to view men
on the simple aesthetic plane where I can view women.  ...
 because for me attractiveness in men is a holistic thing.
> .....
> I can admire attractive women but find men hard to admire
unless I know them. And then think they are attractive regardless
of thier socially accepted atribuetes (or lack there of)
> ....
> I could indifferently agree that a man is
"good-looking", but couldn't speak for his "attractiveness" at
all unless I had further information about what inhabited the
good-looking body, through conversation, body language,
behaviour, etc.  If the inhabitant attracts me, *then* the
aesthetic factor reasserts itself, and I can admire (with intent,
even!).  If he doesn't, he can be as good-looking as he likes and
I won't care.

A-Hh! I feel that way about men and women, only in reverse.
Interesting. I've never asked anyone else about this but will now
have to do a sample.
>
> O yes, and as for JKR, ...... She feels like a good-hearted
person to me.  I'd
like to meet her, and fondly imagine we'd get on well (though my
last attempt at meeting a favorite English author was a disaster.
Very uncomfortable and unfruitful).

'fess up!

My Drunk Dog (a first grade essay)
I gave Megan some medication that did not agree with her and made
her 'drunk'. She walked into things and fell over a lot, just
like my dad . She fell on her face and had her feet on her ears.
She could not get up. I had to pick her up. She laughed a lot and
could not catch her ball.


storm, in hot dry Sydney that was (yesterday) sweltering thundery
fly-ridden Sydney where the temp increased 15 deg C since the day
before when it was freezing thundery Sydney ggrrrrrr. Must be
time for a nap.