the kinky minx
August 26
In 1995 our family lived in Bali.
Surfing, Bintang, beachside blissful, it was as close to a bohemian rhapsody as I have ever known.
It was also the year I realized I was probably never going to Heaven.
Being of a feline disposition, it did not take me long to realize there was a sad tale being told by all the cats on the island.
Stubbed, broken, warped and kinky, not one of my Balinese friends' feline tails were straight. It was a carnival of horrors.
"Mengapa semua ekor anda dipatahkan?" I eventually asked one of my kinky friends, "Why are all your tails broken?"
"Seperti ini, hanya yang sempurna bisa masuk Surga.. Dengan sedih, teman pengasih kami percaya kami akan mengambil alih tempat! Oleh sebab itu mereka mematahkan ekor kami..." replied the cat, "It's like this. Only the perfect can enter Heaven.. Sadly, our human friends believe we will take over the place! So they break our tails..."
And while I could see her future was looking rather rosy, I could see there would be no chance of this little minx sliding through the pearly gates either, for my tail is more than a little kinky.
And, damn it, I like it like that.
If the Devil is in the details, the wonky ones, then I'm going straight to Hell.
In my own diabolical handbag.
And I rather like the idea, for I know most of my friends will be there, doing lunch what's more, and cheering my arrival.
For who is perfect?
And who wants to be?
While I have often revealed an immoderate attention to details and a certain rabid obsession with tweaking things to within an inch of their lives, I am disappointed when people confuse my enthusiastic and passionate ministrations with a desire for perfection.
Au contraire! The very idea is frightful!
While delicious details may be remastered, manipulated and tweaked with compulsive glee, the concept of moulding and managing them into a state of perfection is really rather horrid.
Oh put away the airbrush and the white gloves for I like all my devilish details to be a little, you know, wrong...
Just as an Indian woman weaving her blanket leaves a flaw in it to let the soul out, there is beauty in the blemish.
And as you are no stranger, dear reader, to my obsession with aberration, you know how I love the blemish, the diverting detail, delicious in it's deviation...
A gap between the teeth, a freckle on the nose, a slip of the tongue, a mincing of words. I love the assymetric smile, the ski slope nose, the dimple in the chin and the wandering eye.
Curiously, it is those dysfunctional details, both within nature and in people, that enchant and compell me because I see the imperfection, the blemish, the warp in the weave, as a mark of soul.
Can a lack of imperfection be seen the same way?
Should it?
For what is perfection anyway and how does one begin to judge it?
"Just as gold cannot be pure, people cannot be perfect."
Well, this kinky minx certainly isn't and while I fear at times that I am as shameful and flawed as Sin itself, I am rather possessive of my kinks and irritations.
And I'm rather glad that I appreciate them in others for our dysfunctional details are deliciously abundant, are they not?
They coat us like sugar with their sweet titillation; those mischievous pixellations a vexation at worst,
a kinky carnival of creative and colourful curiosities at best.
I look at all my friends, those I love, with all their warps and warts, and all, and I fear Heaven will be a lonely old place if perfection is required to enter it.
There is such divine colour, such fabulous je ne sais quoi and oh such resplendent lop-sided beauty in imperfection that I really think the other joint is more my style.
Indeed, I hear the place is jumping, crazy with cool cats, kinky ones too..
And, let's face it, you probably don't have to break a leg, or a tail, to get in there...
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A blog after my own feline heart. Perfection, my dear is so completely over-rated. The time wasted alone in seeking perfection is exactly that- time wasted. I am blissfully imperfect and in that perfection I am perfect. This is the lesson of yoga, of blissfullness of surrendering to the happy state of imperfection. I am drawn to the teacup with a slight chip in the side knowing that the chip came with a story- or maybe not, but quaint and perfect in it's flaw. I like the underdog the unsung hero that rises to the top purely for their own merits and good deeds. I root for the unwinning team hoping for an overturn. And I may be the only one... but I embrace each wrinkle, each imperfection knowing that I earned it through life and love, heartbreak and happiness. Thank you fro reminding us that we are all human, flawed and loveable, warts and all. xoxox kk
Ah Kimmykat,
A woman after my own heart.
Oh how I warm to the delicious imperfections, the chip in the teacup, the warp in the weave. It is what makes us human, no?
And who cannot love that, that delectable divine deviation?
Your comment adds so much to what I feel for those in the sad and hollow chase for someone else's vision of "perfection". While we can all aspire to become 'better people', it is those little idiosyncrasies, those little kinks, those little wrinkles, if you will, that make us real...that remind us of the beauty of our own humanity.
xox
Personally, I like a little imperfection. I find it much more attractive. Like that joint you're off to, Kinky Minx. I'll meet you at the bar!
no wonder you love me... i am as flavor fully flawed as one can get i do believe,, and i am ever striving for just that much more kink in my costume,, as i never was one for convention... yes my darling if ne're we shall meet in this life... i assure you i shall be there.. bells on and nothing more... just listen,, you'll find me.....
I might be dancing on it when you arrive, Eddie, with a hole in my stocking!
I'll buy you a drink!
xox
That's a sad tale (tail?). Luckily, I do believe we already have a happy hour date set up in that other place.
Paisley darling,
I believe if we're not dancing on it, we shall most certainly be holding up that bar, all bells ringing!!
How could I not love you, Paisley!
It is the flaws, delicious and real, that I find most fabulous!!
You are real, you are honest, you are human.
And that is beautiful.
It is perfect!
xox
Oh Whit, it certainly is a twisted tail(tale), isn't it!!
Yet kinky and fabulous when one considers the joyous abandon waiting for us in the hole in the wall (space/time continuum) downstairs!!
I hear the happy hour is diabolical!!
I'll have a "What the Hell!"
xox
it's the imperfections which make us human beings... and it truly is a beautiful blessing. for without an unattainable perfection to strive for, our purpose becomes confusing.
Indeed, Raffi, perfection is a road, not a destination.
There is such symmetry and beauty in our beautiful imperfection.
As the Buddah says, “When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.”
I like to laugh!!
xox
A world without foibles is a world without laughter. I have a kinky desire to tickle you sadistically, dear Minx.
Even the moon has a flaw. But to love imperfections is heady... a delight unique to the lover..
Sometimes I want to be perfect and when I become aware that I am not and can't be I get saddened...then I realize no one can and to revel in imperfections and find a beauty in them is a perfection in itself!
I am the anti-Martha...the Not Poppins...the queen of all things imperfect, impatient, impetuous, and improper. Perfection is impossible and dreadfully, dismally dull.
It's like live music, yes, it's the bends and the kinks and the waves that give life soul.
Pour me a drink, my friend, we'll be enjoying lunch at the same barbecue. I do hope they have a nice roasted pig and something drenched in dark chocolate for dessert.
Cheers,
M
Well,first off, I am totally jealous that you LIVED in Bali. I would love to spend ONE WEEK there.
Secondly, Id much rather laugh with the sinners than die with the saints. For it is all my flaws and failings that make up the mess that is me.
I'm just glad YOU appreciate that!
Oh, my dearest hairy friend,
I am squealing with delight at the very thought!!
Is that wrong?
Ooh, I do hope so!!
For that just makes it perfect!!
Tie me up and tickle me down!
xox
Dearest Magus,
Loving imperfections is heady indeed and almost an essential for happiness!
Flaws are intrinsic in everything, and in people they are almost fundamental to the human condition.
How can we not love those flaws if we love someone?
So true that we come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly!
xox
Oh Margot, Queen of all that is deliciously, perfectly imperfect!!
Embracing all that is fabulously flawed is one's first step to happiness!!
I shall be waiting for you downstairs, glass in hand, warming my shagadelic arse by the roasting pig!
I hear they've got a great band!
Cheers - and bottoms up!!
xox
And oh what a delicious 'mess' you are Meleah!!
It is all those funky little flaws that make you so fabulous and fantastic.
Indeed, it is what makes you sparkle!
Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without. ~Confucius
Shine on you crazy diamond!!
Much love.
xox
Minx, It's wonderful that you love the imperfections of life. This was one of my favorite posts.. tweaking definitely is NOT always to seek perfection. What is perfection anyway? blah
Now I know why you love my Minx. It's because of all my imperfections. So cool. You have out done yourself with this post. Except for the part about Bali and the cat's tail's, Bobby said "Whannh, that's a Bali Bad thing they are doing to my meOW friends," It was one of your more enchanting creations. Thank you for your beauty of spirit.
Oh and a big angel told me that there is only one heaven but within it there is room for everyone. So I will plan on partying with you all there. I'm not fond of really HOT temperatures. Peace.