About being influenced by men
Things I love so much that I would never give them up because of a guy
dredg, Death Cab for Cutie, mathematics, white shirts (both on men and myself), Converse shoes, my resume, spaghetti with tomato sauce, Jim Jarmusch, Milan Kundera, subtly erotic friendships, stay up too late, Chekhov, Ibsen, Horváth, Schnitzler, long bangs, murder as a fine art, Anna Karenina, Thomas Mann, theatre plays, going to the opera, traveling, breakfast, write e-mails, politics, hats, white flowers, manga, love-hate relationships, 36 Crazyfists, Deftones, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Verdi, fresh bread, red wine and cheese, Paris, Mondrian, Malevich, Hopper, Otto Dix, the exhibitions of the Centre Pompidou, red fruits, honey, milk, tea, cigarettes (although I don’t smoke), freedom, doing something crazy, sunrise, laziness, eat breakfast while being at the computer, the Enlightenment, greek mythology, atheism, Huo Zhe, Harold and Maude, M – Eine Stadt sucht einen Mörder, Shortbus, spend six hours talking to a friend without doing anything else except drinking coffee, Loris.
Things I dislike so much that I would never come to like them even if it were for a man
V for Vendetta, La Règle du Jeu, Citizen Kane, touch a woman, Rossini, techno music, the smell of womanhood, my own shape, criticism, stay up late (sic), vegetables I don’t know, the taste of pumpkins, environmental pollution, bad papers, expensive hotels or restaurants, my forgetfulness, learn a language, software issues, Haydn, Bach, Wagner, the behavior of the Japanese government regarding WWII, wars, propaganda art, King Crimson, 80s music, the humidity of spring, jealousy, gardening, elitism, disinterest, complicated affairs, live with somebody I don’t consider family nor I have slept with, Resnais, Aronofsky, Eichendorff, Fontane, Montaigne, Rousseau (Jean-Jacques and Henri), Bochum, the suburbs of Atlanta or any other American city, live at the same place for more than two years.
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