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Mar. 30th, 2009 | 06:43 pm
I'm going to have to let this one slide. It's pointless to keep feeling this way, and I refuse to be a hypocrite to my own mantra of indifference. So fuck it -- "let's evolve, and let the chips fall where they may."
The Leo/Dragon Personality:
A sense of majesty and noblesse oblige comes with the territory here. Leo/Dragons are tough and a mite snooty. Despite a taste for the flamboyant and a show-offy side, Leo/Dragons have big hearts and will go out of their way to care for someone in need.
My notes on this combination proclaim: A total egomaniac with a heart of gold. Is that what we are to think of Leo/Dragons? Are they truly so self-centered as to deserve the hyperbolic appellation of egomaniac? Yes. They are. But I mean it as a compliment. Very little stands in the way of this munificent leader's success. Yes. He or she longs for dominion over others. But these potential leaders are brainier than most, hence are not like to lead one over the edge of a cliff. In their private lives, these folks aim for quality and usually don't settle for less in the bedroom. Sex is an important - nay - an essential part of this stunning creature's everyday life. Not easy to bed, he chooses partners carefully. But once upon that mattress, the Leo/Dragon delivers!
Positive Traits: philanthropy, sentimentality, enthusiasm, good health, pluck, success, strength, warmth, loyalty, nobility, protection, power
Negative Traits: promiscuity, rigidity, vanity, tyranny, arrogance, immodesty, self-satisfaction, dissatisfaction, volubility, mistrust, infatuation, braggadocio
(This may be the most accurate description I've read in years. Hahaha.)
I have no motivation to write. :(
Ideally, I would like to retire to a quaint, exotic little island (with cosmopolitan amenities and wireless access) somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea with Kate Moennig and spend my days fucking, sipping mojitos under a Maltian sun and reading Literature. I'd spend my nights throwing wild house parties for my best friends and skanking up the coastline, drinking too much, smoking too much and sleeping from 6am to 3pm on my pristine white yacht. Over the next year, I'd publish a 200-page original thesis about Queer Literature and be hailed by academics worldwide as the leading scholar in gendered fiction. I will propose to Kate, and she will chastise me for being so slow to action, and we will fly to Canada to get hitched, she in a beautiful Yves St Laurent suit and I in an understated, elegant Vera Wang. Jeanette Winterson will lunch with me fortnightly, Ellen will want me to appear on her show, and Angelina Jolie and I will become fast friends. I will become godmother to Shiloh and Vivienne and my parents will no longer be ashamed to tell others that I'm gay, seeing as I'm paying for their 5-storey mansions in Nassim Road. I will continue to decline, graciously, appearing in such Hollywood-esque, superficial events, preferring instead to donate my time and efforts to eliminating bad debts, hunger and global warming while partying every other night and secretly hatching a delightfully vengeful plan against Fred Phelps. Generations will speak of my wondrous deeds long after my demise, and eventually, the White House, heavily pressured by public opinion, will name Neptune after me.
Realistically, I'd settle for snuggling in Jy's bed with the blinds half-drawn watching The L Word all day, with cigarettes/water/Lays potato chips/Kinder Bueno within arm's length. And even that I can't have.