nickys gave me a D :
Dancing - When I was younger and first going out to clubs, I never thought I would dance. Ever. Because I thought that only the beautiful people could dance and I never had danced, except in the comfort of my own home, and I didn't know how. I used to hang out by the dancefloor watching people and aching to join them. When I was finally dragged out to dance for the first time it was magic and I've never looked back. And now, on dancefloors, I feel like one of the beautiful people. Which is nice. :)
Danger - It's not that I'm an adrenaline junkie or anything, it's more that my internal workings seem to be structured like a miniature Stereotypical British Society, in that I pull together and work best of all when an enormous crisis is happening or I am in danger. Also, yay for consensual psychological head games. I like danger.
Duran Duran - Let's get this out of the way, shall we? They are and always will be my favourite band, even if they release another album that sucks as much as Astronaut (is this even possible?). Their early work means the absolute world to me, it kept me sane at school. One day I'll find someone with a scanner and show you all what my room at boarding school looked like at the height of the obsession. Then you'll be scared.
David Eddings - Mildly rubbish fantasy author who changed my life. At the age of 12 he was recommended to me by my stellar English teacher; I'd never read any fantasy and it exploded in my head like some extremely formulaic drug made of swords and wisecracks. I recognise the flaws of the books, now, but the characters still feel like my friends.
Dreams - My dreams are often the height of WTF. I like that. A few examples :
Brian Molko and I fight the evil queen of Narnia
Animal incest board games
Revolutionary fish on horseback
"Ding, dong, T-Rex is dead"
Draco - Oh, shut up. :) Not so much the book or the film version, just the wider concept of 'unbelievably arrogant pretty rich boy'. Yeah.
Dressing up - There's nothing like putting on really extravagant clothes. I think I learned this one from five hundred blissful nights backstage at productions of my mother's, getting to wear whatever Huge Dress With Glittery Bits was involved that week.
Doorways - I know it sounds like I'm reaching a bit here (I am) but also, I really like doorways. I like the metaphorical kind and the real kind, I like leaning in them and I like being able to shut the doors in them or open them and have it be my choice. Both the metaphorical kind and the real kind.
Don Giovanni - By this point I'm checking my interests list, but it is my favourite opera or indeed work of classical music and therefore does deserve a mention. A good production of it is like the most hedonistically glorious experience ever. Hurray! for 18th century bastards with canes and no morals. And stuff.
Dredging the internet for pictures of pretty boys - An excuse to link to this. And also the truth.