Cagiest babushka in the land of the free

[kleenexwoman]

For Independence Day, I am reading a book called The Autobiography of a Sexually Emancipated Communist Woman. It is by Alexandra Kollontai.
Confession: I originally thought this book might be erotica of some sort. LOL American sensibilities.
Alexandra Kollontai is my new hero. Dyed-in-the-wool belief in Communism and human equality. Left her husband to work for the Revolution. First woman ambassador. First woman to be a top-level government official anywhere, let alone in Russia. Advocated social and economic equality of the sexes and free love. ♥ ♥ ♥ No, seriously, I think I'm in dead-person love. Read this. I think it is trufax the most idealistic thing I have ever read.

Do you ever think history went wrong somewhere? Like, there's an alternate universe where the major world powers got their shit together and world peace is the norm and the environment is not sliding down into total ruin? And what we've got now is some sort of aberration? Where do you think things changed? When?

Unrelated: This, you should read this.

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[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

I suppose I could if I had to. I mean, the instructions are in the manual that comes with the car. On the other hand, I don't seem to be able to do a lot of stuff that the vast unwashed redneck macho masses of America seem to be able to do with ease. On a third hand, most of them can't do the stuff I can do. On a fourth hand, you, my dear, can't write your name in the snow, nor light a fart in public without fear of ostracism. So there. ;-)

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

On a fifth hand, writing my name in the snow doesn't help me if I get a flat, and if I light a fart in public it will be considered performance art, whereas you stand a good chance of being hauled off to jail. Or getting the insides of your rectum scorched.

My dad can't change a tire either. My mom can. And then she started going out with a guy who could as well. Conclusion: Tire-changing skills are sexually attractive.

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

On a sixth hand: performance art has been done (so 80s! I have a Batman/Danny Elfman soundtrack cassette for you). And then we go to seven, and it's lights out.

Me dad was a wimp, too. Tires can be sexually attractive if you know what you're doing with them. The smell of tires is great, sed me masturbatory fantasy up with Mackinac babe Stacey Williams in an SI swimsuit issue interview.