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.
Now I now we will get along!!!!! The Grand Budapest Hotel!!!! Oh yes. The movie would be like being inside my head. You can now have me when you want dear. My favorite right behind Auntie Mame.
I didn’t answer all these at Sixpense’s I didn’t want to blog “jack” him even though I’d like too!!!!!!!
1- I have to say Martin Luther King. Or maybe Lady Bunny.
5-I go to the lake almost daily to run. On the other days I canoe to get upper chest and arm exercise. Sex usually makes the list, but yeah, damn pandemic.
6-The first choice would be the gay nephew to one of the Golden Girls. I would show up to live with them. I also wouldn’t mind be a Bradley on Petticoat Junction so I could try to suck off Steve Elliot. Man was hot!
7- To control nature and the weather. Can you say Poison Ivy? And people think Mother Nature is a bitch.
8- Hands down – Amy Winehouse!!!!
9 I wanted to be first a private dick. I watched to much Brit murder mysteries and Agatha Christie. My mother wasn’t having that.
10-Ive had many good trips. And the Orient Express was pretty damn near the perfect trip….but it would have to be Buenos Aries! Go back? I’D MOVE THERE! Have you been? The architecture. The culture. The nightlife. The food. The men. And the COCK!!!! They like their American dirty blondes there…
My dear, you are effervescent as ever. And was there any doubt we’d ever get along. Pish-posh! I am devoted to your charms. Lady Bunny on Mount Rushmore is genius. I’d pay the admission price just to see that. You’d make a fine fine private dick, so long as you’re my private dick. And darling, did you know Agatha Christie was the one to turn me on to reading? I devoured her books when I was in school. I’ve yet to go to Buenos Aires, but if swarthy Argentine men is what you’re looking for, here in South Florida we have plenty of swarthy, Argentines ready to serve their fine steaks for a kiss from a dirty, dirty blonde.