here we have frankenstein's monster (not frankenstein, himself; he aws a weak, mad, selfish little man, and it ticks me off when people give the creature the same name). why did i find him so attractive as a child? well, he's completely opposite his appearances. in the movies, he's a sweet, "special", child-like man with a thing for flowers. in the book, he's thoroughly intelligent, has a temper, but also the conscience to second-guess his fury. he's a beautiful character.
mr. spock, of the starship enteprise. the most minor of minorities: the crossover of two species, human and vulcan, emotionless for the most part, but currious the rest of the way, and he is beautiful. look at him! he has so much to learn, here. so smart, yet so clueless. and people seem to think it's absolutely scandellous for him to have any type of romantic relationship (even though captain kirk, his equal and friend, made intergalactic love with any female species he happens to meet...)
the wolf man, lawrence talbot. the man cursed with being a werewolf on the full moon. not so much caring about his human half, but his wolf bits. why do i love werewolves so much? probably that whole "torturtured soul" thing. well, that and muscles and hair. lotsa hair.
original series from the 60s jerry bruckheimer movies, more recent.
lurch, silently-groaning butler of the addams family. reminiscent of frankenstein's monster (see above), but with a different twist: while the creature (above) was searching for a path in life, lurch not only has a desired path, but also a steady, paying job, a place to live, and is the godfather of wednesday and pugsley, which is almost like having his own family -- barring a lady-type friend. which is too bad, 'cause he'd a good looking guy. well, you know, by my standards. i have a thing for the tall, pale, and sullen. the strong, silent types you see. every time i hear "uuuuhh-uh-uh-uh," my cheeks get hot.
well, i guess that's all. these are the men i've spent my childhood pining over, and who have ruined "normal" guys for me. i call for extraordinary (or extraworldly, extraterrestrial, extra-odd, or containing a few extra parts... though i take whatever i can get.)
This proves your weirdness. Other girls would be making pictures of the jonas brothers and brad pitt and all them, but not you! You have the guts to tell the world your not like that and you dont give a damn if they like it or not! I respect that. HUZZAH TO THEE!
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