Our neighbor, SixpenceNotTheWiser, over at (Lo)Imprescindible published another delightful “Icebreaker” with ten new questions. The gist of his post, as well as the one that got the ball rolling, is to ask a series of interesting questions to someone you’d meet at a soiree or, if it comes to that, a bar, “to see if the man we are eyeing is worth our time. Or we are worth his.” Like all Cosmo sex quizzes, I enjoy answering probing questions.
If I could add anyone to Mount Rushmore, who would it be and why?
Tough one: but for me it would have to be Barack Obama or John Lewis. It would piss off a lot of people, but I think the monument needs a splash of color. I too agree with MLK, but I want to give a different answer.
What’s the latest great movie you watched?
A few come to mind. God’s Own Country, for one. Boy, it was raw (in more than one way), but it speaks volumes about love, gay life, and acceptance. I love that film. The Grand Budapest Hotel as well. M Gustav H. is a personal role model. I can’t watch that movie enough, darlings.
The best book you’ve ever read.
Ever?! My dear, there’s so many. How about, A Gentleman In Moscow. It made me laugh. And cry. It is such a fine novel. The writing is exquisite. Count Alexander Rostov is another personal role model. I would not mind being sequestered in Suite 317 of the Metropol with him for an evening – or three.
If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?
Sewing. I want to learn how to make gorgeous shirts, and jockstraps, and thongs. I knit already, so sewing is the natural next step.
What is your favorite way to get in some exercise?
My daily routine is to pour myself a glass of sangria and work my biceps and triceps as I sip and repeat watching my manservant, Clive, practice his calisthenics. It’s grueling work.
What fictional family would you be a member of?
The Granthams, darling. Every trip I make to Downton Abbey makes me believe I was a Grantham in another life.
What would your superpower be, and why?
To fly. It would save me the horrors of having to wait and suffer a TSA check stop.
Which band/artist, living or dead, would play at your funeral?
Pink Martini. Without a doubt, my favorite band of all time.
As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A pilot or a Starfleet captain. Goes with the flying. I just love airplanes, space ships and all things off the ground.
What’s your favorite place of all the places you’ve traveled?
The Coast of Maine. Oh, how I love Maine. The three week-thaw between what they call spring and winter is glorious. And the coast…so moody and stark with so many boulders and waves crashing on shore. And Acadia Park. A gem! The view from atop Mt. Cadillac is stunning. Were it not for how cold it is, I’d move in a heartbeat.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for my exercise routine. Clive’s stripped down to the thong I knitted for him and is about to begin his calisthenics. “Clive, dear, make sure you work up a sweat. And when you’re done, be sure to toss me your thong. I want to make sure the stitching is holding up.” Cheers, darling.