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    Bull Leaping

    Since I’m coming up on one of those “milestone birthdays”, I’ve been trying to accomplish some things in my last year before being officially older than God.  :)  I got my Kitsune tattoo, I’m working on a project which I will *fingers crossed* have a chance of publishing, I want to have a boudoir shoot done, totally starkers  (not for the first time, of course – but it’s something that I want to do for myself now rather than for someone else), and I want to do the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona in July. I’ll put some of this behind a cut for those bored by stupid activities or those who can’t get past the fact that the bulls are raised for a blood sport.

    Yes, that part bothers me a bit as well – I am a total animal lover, and you won’t find anyone who is more soft-hearted about animals. I don’t deny that bullfighting is a blood sport. Contrary to a lot of people who have opinions about it, it can be anything from a ballet of courage and death to something shamefully horrific (I’ve seen both) – but you can’t get away from the fact that everyone is there, basically, to watch animals die. Yes, I grew up in ranch country where animals were raised to be slaughtered for food, and everyone I know hunts – so perhaps I have a different viewpoint. So, point taken that it is a cruel blood sport, but I am setting that discussion aside.

    Why is this something I feel strongly about doing?  Well, I did a lot of thinking about what I wanted to do for this birthday. I wanted something symbolic, something that would test me, something to act as a rite of passage. I’d always been fascinated by bullfighters as a kid, and wondered how it would feel to stand there, calm, cold, as I performed my veronicas and so on, drawing the bull around me on every pass. I’ll never know that would feel, but this would be close. It reminds me of the frescoes showing bull leaping, and the myths of Amazon warrior maidens somersaulting over the bulls as their rite of passage into adulthood.

    It stands for not being afraid.

    So…having decided to do this totally mad thing, I have been researching and making plans. I’ve read about the route, and the most dangerous spots. I’m trying to get a hotel booked (even now, nine months in advance, everything is almost booked!) and airfare. For those interested, some interesting links and videos after the jump (which will allow me to keep track of information as well). And now, a lighter view (“Woaah!!!”) of the event: City Slickers.