Pimp Post Where I May Be Insensitive
Grrargh, I am getting primer on the keyboard as I type. It was probably a bad idea to decide to post during my five minute painting break.
So, I am pimping out Shut Your Eyes ( newest chapter). 'Cause, y'know, I'm a co-writer, but even aside from that- I don't think I've mentioned this yet, but I don't do drug fic. Crazy people and drugs are pretty much off limits for me in fandom- I do not write, do not read, do not even consider. Diseases, too, actually- I don't do cancer or bird flu or Idek- anything real.
And not because I'm into happy fluffy bunny fandoms, either. I mean, you all know I do angst. Irl, drug addicts and crazy people scare me. Not in the way like zombies and clowns scare me, but more of a they-make-me-uncomfortable-and-freaked-out-way. I know a lot of people feel that way, but I guarantee it's not to the degree I do. Like, you might not want to interact with the crazies in real life, but you could still be cool reading/writing fic about 'em. I'm not. I never have been. I probably never will be.
It might have something to do with my sister- she's one of the forerunners in her field for people with mental disabilities and addiction (and let me state right here that I'm pretty okay with disabilities like autism and down's syndrome, just not...craziness. Schizophrenia, etc. The only crazycakes mentality that doesn't freak me out is sociopathy. Let's not go there), so I was probably exposed to addicts a lot younger than most people. I don't remember anything particularly negative when she'd take me to the homes she was running, but that doesn't mean I didn't get some weird, lasting neuroses from the experience.
SO. The point here is, I don't do addiction. I don't even write about fucking alcoholism, just people who drink so much they're probably borderline, but are still in the fun zone. I can't even bring myself to read fic about it- if someone introduces drugs into something I'm reading, I usually x out the page.
MEANING this fic is the first and only piece you will ever see from me dealing with this subject. Ever.
And thus, you should read it. Watch me squirm, watch me grow as a person, whatever.
Plus, my co-author is pretty awesome. Which is the only reason I agreed to it in the first place. :)
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The funniest part about this entire post is that my current job deals with crazies and drug addicts. WHICH IS WHY I HATE IT. GIVE ME TERRORISTS AND PSYCHOPATHS ANY DAY OF THE WEEK. HIRE ME DEFENSE CONTRACTORS, PLEASE.
So, I am pimping out Shut Your Eyes ( newest chapter). 'Cause, y'know, I'm a co-writer, but even aside from that- I don't think I've mentioned this yet, but I don't do drug fic. Crazy people and drugs are pretty much off limits for me in fandom- I do not write, do not read, do not even consider. Diseases, too, actually- I don't do cancer or bird flu or Idek- anything real.
And not because I'm into happy fluffy bunny fandoms, either. I mean, you all know I do angst. Irl, drug addicts and crazy people scare me. Not in the way like zombies and clowns scare me, but more of a they-make-me-uncomfortable-and-freaked-out-way. I know a lot of people feel that way, but I guarantee it's not to the degree I do. Like, you might not want to interact with the crazies in real life, but you could still be cool reading/writing fic about 'em. I'm not. I never have been. I probably never will be.
It might have something to do with my sister- she's one of the forerunners in her field for people with mental disabilities and addiction (and let me state right here that I'm pretty okay with disabilities like autism and down's syndrome, just not...craziness. Schizophrenia, etc. The only crazycakes mentality that doesn't freak me out is sociopathy. Let's not go there), so I was probably exposed to addicts a lot younger than most people. I don't remember anything particularly negative when she'd take me to the homes she was running, but that doesn't mean I didn't get some weird, lasting neuroses from the experience.
SO. The point here is, I don't do addiction. I don't even write about fucking alcoholism, just people who drink so much they're probably borderline, but are still in the fun zone. I can't even bring myself to read fic about it- if someone introduces drugs into something I'm reading, I usually x out the page.
MEANING this fic is the first and only piece you will ever see from me dealing with this subject. Ever.
And thus, you should read it. Watch me squirm, watch me grow as a person, whatever.
Plus, my co-author is pretty awesome. Which is the only reason I agreed to it in the first place. :)
...
The funniest part about this entire post is that my current job deals with crazies and drug addicts. WHICH IS WHY I HATE IT. GIVE ME TERRORISTS AND PSYCHOPATHS ANY DAY OF THE WEEK. HIRE ME DEFENSE CONTRACTORS, PLEASE.