It has happened, and I'm pierced again, four little nail heads in my hips on the place where my boylines would be, if I had them. I think that eventually they may grow into little chevrons. The NoKaOi people are growing on me, although I am still uncomfortable with the fact that I had to fall into the Cool Kids' Club in order for this to happen. I ( Read more... )

Class feels like this impenetrable divide. It is not, I don't think, that I cannot bridge the gap, but that it is difficult to maintain a relationship with people who do not realize that the chasm is there at all ( Read more... )