Uninspired? - Sex~Kitten.net

Once again Sex-Kitten has made my life difficult. “Write about a woman who inspires me,” she says. I’m supposed to write about my mother, Katherine Hepburn, Annie Oakley, my high school German teacher, Gracie or another paragon of minx-like virtue, DJ Baby Anne, or some other female figure of fantastic femininity and fatale-ishness.

And so, before I begin my tribute to some as of yet unnamed woman, I must ask this question:

WHY do I have to be inspired by a woman?

I always see “What woman inspires you?” as the most popular question put to females in positions of power or popularity. Occasionally, the more generic “Who inspires you?” is asked…and some woman is always the response.

I find it interesting to note that in order to BE a woman in power, or empowered, you must be inspired by the same. However, as a female who cares not for convention, and yet hates men with some fervor, can I not also be inspired by a man?

In speaking with my mother, it has been discovered that I am self-centered enough….not necessarily selfish, but egocentric…to find myself unable, or simply not required, to look up to any one person in particular. And while I realize that she just made a rather unflattering comment, I am not insulted.

So, since I cannot really come up with any one woman who truly inspires me, no singular female that I honestly wish to emulate; I will instead regale you with small tidbits about those who may have inspired me in the past. Both with and without penile attachments. Sadly (?) they’ve never inspired me long enough, or meaningfully enough, for me to make any significant changes in my life.

Let’s start with the obvious. The ladies of Sex-Kitten.net have never failed to amaze me. (And since this now INCLUDES my mother, I have killed 2 birds with 1 stone.) In their own ways, they are smart, sexy, courageous sophistabitches. A couple of them have saved my life. Most of them have encouraged me. And Gracie makes me write. ‘Nuff said.

My German teacher in high school. Frau. That’s all we ever called her. She was single, attractive, smart, and…most of all…kind to a teenage girl who had no other guidance. For years I wanted to be a German teacher. I suppose the only reason I am not one now is that I never went to college. I still send her a Christmas card every year. When I remember.

DJ Sam the Man. He’s an asshole now and no longer inspires me…no longer has anything to do with me at all. In fact, he was probably always an asshole anyway. But Sam offered my first gig as a karaoke whore. And I suppose he inspired me…to get rid of him and go into business for myself.

On the same asshole turned inspiration note, I must recognize Evil Stepmother. Years ago, during one of her kinder moments, she advised me that I should never sing again because I “sounded like a dying seal.” Every time I sing and an entire drunken bar applauds…it’s like slapping her. Is that inspiration or what?

My little girl. Yes folks, my 7 year old daughter is being mentioned here. Adult nature of this site aside, many of us…both writers AND readers…are parents. And I feel compelled to admit that sometimes Amythest inspires me more then I hope to inspire her.

And finally…I inspire me. Severely lacking in female companionship, especially in real life, and surrounded by witless men, I must find strength in myself. Looking up to a model that will always be more beautiful then I am…that makes me feel ugly and undesirable. Looking up to a rocker grrl that will always have more money then I do…that alters my complexion. Looking up to a woman that accomplished great things…that only serves to make me feel less capable. Looking up to Susie Homemaker…that only serves to induce exaggerated eye-rolling and, whilst I do always strive to be a better mom and caretaker, those starchy women do not have enough for me.

I guess what I really want to say is this…you don’t have to look up to anyone in order to succeed. Just do it. Because no one can make you get off your ass…no one but you.