Since this Tete-a-Tete Thursday falls on the day dedicated to all things love and lust, it is only appropriate that my partner in Bourbonista Banter is my fellow Sister Provocateur, Jessi Fehrenbach, also known in the blogisphere as Captain Sex Kitten. In her hilarious and heartfelt blog, she "shares with friends her thoughts about lust, love, and life in between and seeks to provide a positive forum for the exploration of bold new pleasures and sexy ways of being."
The Bourbonista: Tell me about yourself in 50 words or less. At least one word must begin with the letter X and none must begin with the letter S.
Jessi: Booty, Brains, and Beauty (says my t-shirt). I'm a type 7 Enneagram, witchy-buddhist, tremendous hearted world-saver. Also rock n' roll as fuck. Hot and strong, like a good cup of coffee. Amateur permaculturist. Reiki Master (mistress?) Healer and Mentor. Punk flautist. Kentucky Moonshine. Xenoblast.
The Bourbonista: You got me. I had to look up Xenoblast. So, our readers don't have to do the same I shall offer up the definition as given by Dictionary.com. Xenoblast- a crystal that forms in metamorphic rock and gets its outline from neighboring crystals. Doesn't it feel good to learn something? Moving on, if you were a circus performer, what would you be and why?
Jessi: I would be the Ringmistress with the mostest. Watching over the whole freakshow family. Taking care of all the bruises and burns, breaking up midget fights, leading the whole marching band and the whole kit n' kaboodle in a six gun sequined salute to Showbiz. Excitement, glamor, drama, intrigue, gypsy wagons, tall boots, a torrid affair with the tiger trainer......Considering the career change now...
The Bourbonista: I've always wanted to work with big cats and be a tiger tamer...just saying. What would you do if you won the lotto?
Jessi: I have a secret “what if I win the lotto” spreadsheet that details where the money goes and why. Seriously. I mean, most lotto winners is that they go all nuts and buy stuff just because they can. Anyhow, a peek at my spreadsheet includes investments in sustainable living in my own home to contribute to the creation of a completely “off the grid” urban village, funding for creative public projects including music and art lessons for people of all ages, and a community holistic healing center for people and animals. There's no shortage of talented, interesting people around here who want to make the world a better place – funds would be invested wisely between long term investments in our community and creative culture, random acts of kindness, and adopting an ocelot. Even with all of these prioritized plans, I don't play the lotto a lot. Just randomly once in a while when there's a full moon or it's my cat's birthday or the sun is shining up Libra's skirt. Winning the lotto is a totally random thing, and should occur suddenly, without investing more than ten dollars. Says the person with a spreadsheet about it. I know.
The Bourbonista: I bet even Mother Teresa didn't have a spreadsheet outlining her plans for good work. I am impressed. If you were on death row....don't act like we don't know who you killed to get there....what would be your last supper?
Jessi: A fried green tomato BLT and tomato bisque from Stella's KY Deli. A doughnut pyramid made out of N. Lime Coffee's chocolate covered strawberry cake dripping with caramel sauce. Also Macaroni n' cheese. Not the gross orange powdered kind, the real kind. And Goodfella's pizza.... and I would eat it ALL.
The Bourbonista: Hell to the Yeah! I might kill somebody just to get that fine feast. Now, here's a good one...write a short thank-you letter to your future self for all the cool shit you've done twenty years from now
Dear Jessi -
Thank you for helping to start a the most kick-ass community marching band in Kentucky and possibly the Universe. March Madness Marching Band rocks and makes people of all ages very happy. Thank you for having the courage to work as a healer, helping soothe emotional and physical pain, releasing and transforming energy in positive directions. Thank you for being strong in the face of extreme adversity -- what doesn't kill you sometimes gives you big weird scars, which sometimes nobody can see except for the people who are trying to survive exactly what you've been through, and surviving is worth it if you can help at least one other soul get to the other side.....Also, thanks for building that moon rocket, space travel is really awesome.
The Bourbonista: Baby, your big weird scars are in all the right places! If you were a booze, which booze would you be and who would drink you?
Jessi: I'd be a good old “Kentucky Motherfucker.” Classic Ale8 and top shelf Bourbon. Enjoyed by rock stars, drag queens, misfits, roughnecks and riff-raff everywhere. Let's be friends.
*Photo By Nash Werner*
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