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Obama supports a UN resolution against the criminalization of homosexuality...oh, Mr. Obama, if you're not careful, you're going to make a patriot out of me.
I'm drunk and I want to make an impact of the world that I'd be too self-conscious to make otherwise.
The new Star Trek movie looks amazing...ly sexist. There's sex on star trek? Like, legit sex? Not just "fade to black...putting boots back on" sex?
I wish Spock wasn't the racial other. For serious, the movie carries on their racialized queer subtext.
Spock is all like: "I want you to stop."
and Kirk responds: "Then why don't you stop me?"
and then in the next clip Spock's attacking him.
It's like...Spock's repressed only so that we can have our jouissance when he becomes un-repressed. but not we have so much jouissance that the original tension that made his un-repressedness so compelling doesn't exist. It's like fic.
I finally found another good Spock/McCoy fic.
Dude, I read this fanfic scholar today who used homophobia AND sexism to justify homophobia in fanfic. She says that fanfic writers distance themselves from the gay community bc women fanfic writers are most interested in intimacy, which is anathema to the gay male community, no offense. Therefore, fic is not homophobic. I tore her a new critical orifice.
I think that having a thesis, a paper and a final due Friday makes drinking seem so much more desirable.
Drink one teaspoon of olive oil before drinking and you won't get a hang-over. It works.
I wish that James Franco didn't have everything handed to him that I have to work for. He got a book deal. A book deal!--when the first line of his short story about a Viennese prostitute was, "My name is Jolene. I am a girl." And his second story was just an AIM conversation he had about how stupid everyone in his workshop is. I spent a quarter in a seminar with that guy and he didn't look me in the eye, all because I called him irresponsible for making fun of an emotionally-fragile chubby girl who was starstruck by him.
But I don't want to be in his place.
There's this story. A monk sees a woman who is injured. She says, "Can you carry me to the next town?" So he takes her on his back to the next town and drops her off. Three hours later, another monk says, "Why did you carry her? You're not supposed to do that?" And the monk says, "You're still carrying her? I dropped her off three hours ago." Great story.
I should write more. Critical thinking is making me a bit shrill...and paranoid. I see heterosexism everywhere. Then again, heterosexism is everywhere. Most people don't even know they're being heterosexism when they call my relationship a "lifestyle" or worse, a "lifestyle choice."
I don't want to have a gender. Is that a transitional thought? Like, when someone's gay, but not ready to admit it, they say that they're asexual, then they're bi, then they're gay?
Harry Potter has a lot of trans potential. I mean, hello, polyjuice.
Dude, Leonard Nimoy wrote TWO autobiographies. First: "I am not Spock." Second: "I AM Spock." That's a good way to cope with the baggage story.
You know who was sexy? Claude Frollo from "Hunchback of Notre Dame". He was, like, a Byronic hero. He vacillated on religion, and he has a wonderful song where he fantasizes about raping Esmeralda. The voice actor who portrayed him died of MRSA, however.
I went vegetarian one week ago. Not bc I care about animals...I just had to read too much about Mad Cow Disease and antibiotic resistance.
I won an award from UCLA and they want to make a video of me in action. You know: studying, hiding behind a wall of books, pawing at Professor Allen's door, reading fanfiction and calling it a dissertation. Yes, that will be fabulous action footage.
Anyway, I can't wait to read this in the morning. Consult with wine. Decide with water...er something.
Best Wishes,
April Ledbetter
Sincerely,
The Spleen
Doubly Sincerely,
The Wandering Uterus
I'm drunk and I want to make an impact of the world that I'd be too self-conscious to make otherwise.
The new Star Trek movie looks amazing...ly sexist. There's sex on star trek? Like, legit sex? Not just "fade to black...putting boots back on" sex?
I wish Spock wasn't the racial other. For serious, the movie carries on their racialized queer subtext.
Spock is all like: "I want you to stop."
and Kirk responds: "Then why don't you stop me?"
and then in the next clip Spock's attacking him.
It's like...Spock's repressed only so that we can have our jouissance when he becomes un-repressed. but not we have so much jouissance that the original tension that made his un-repressedness so compelling doesn't exist. It's like fic.
I finally found another good Spock/McCoy fic.
Dude, I read this fanfic scholar today who used homophobia AND sexism to justify homophobia in fanfic. She says that fanfic writers distance themselves from the gay community bc women fanfic writers are most interested in intimacy, which is anathema to the gay male community, no offense. Therefore, fic is not homophobic. I tore her a new critical orifice.
I think that having a thesis, a paper and a final due Friday makes drinking seem so much more desirable.
Drink one teaspoon of olive oil before drinking and you won't get a hang-over. It works.
I wish that James Franco didn't have everything handed to him that I have to work for. He got a book deal. A book deal!--when the first line of his short story about a Viennese prostitute was, "My name is Jolene. I am a girl." And his second story was just an AIM conversation he had about how stupid everyone in his workshop is. I spent a quarter in a seminar with that guy and he didn't look me in the eye, all because I called him irresponsible for making fun of an emotionally-fragile chubby girl who was starstruck by him.
But I don't want to be in his place.
There's this story. A monk sees a woman who is injured. She says, "Can you carry me to the next town?" So he takes her on his back to the next town and drops her off. Three hours later, another monk says, "Why did you carry her? You're not supposed to do that?" And the monk says, "You're still carrying her? I dropped her off three hours ago." Great story.
I should write more. Critical thinking is making me a bit shrill...and paranoid. I see heterosexism everywhere. Then again, heterosexism is everywhere. Most people don't even know they're being heterosexism when they call my relationship a "lifestyle" or worse, a "lifestyle choice."
I don't want to have a gender. Is that a transitional thought? Like, when someone's gay, but not ready to admit it, they say that they're asexual, then they're bi, then they're gay?
Harry Potter has a lot of trans potential. I mean, hello, polyjuice.
Dude, Leonard Nimoy wrote TWO autobiographies. First: "I am not Spock." Second: "I AM Spock." That's a good way to cope with the baggage story.
You know who was sexy? Claude Frollo from "Hunchback of Notre Dame". He was, like, a Byronic hero. He vacillated on religion, and he has a wonderful song where he fantasizes about raping Esmeralda. The voice actor who portrayed him died of MRSA, however.
I went vegetarian one week ago. Not bc I care about animals...I just had to read too much about Mad Cow Disease and antibiotic resistance.
I won an award from UCLA and they want to make a video of me in action. You know: studying, hiding behind a wall of books, pawing at Professor Allen's door, reading fanfiction and calling it a dissertation. Yes, that will be fabulous action footage.
Anyway, I can't wait to read this in the morning. Consult with wine. Decide with water...er something.
Best Wishes,
April Ledbetter
Sincerely,
The Spleen
Doubly Sincerely,
The Wandering Uterus