Okay, that was intense! One more time!
I've foud that if you read enough victorian fiction or watch enough anime you BECOME a character from them. So, the fact that now I am the "poor woman with the mysterious heart aliment who is rarely seen in the twitches of the curtains in the high tower" is kinda odd. That would be the Victorian version, I suppose in the anime version, I am the beloved character who everyone falls in love with/has to protect because I am just so darn lovable except that I have no clue I am going to die. Hmmmm, that really doesn't sound like me - how about the person so isolated they are pushed through town in a wicker wheelchair in the dead of night?
Anyway, my blog over at blogger has changed tone slightly to reflect this new me, and while I still do lesbian and gay and femininst stuff, there is a lot more stuff about wheelchairs and goths and my aim to be THE new goth image for wheelchair bound lesbian hotties (like there is a lot of competition for that?)
Anyway, my blog over at blogger has changed tone slightly to reflect this new me, and while I still do lesbian and gay and femininst stuff, there is a lot more stuff about wheelchairs and goths and my aim to be THE new goth image for wheelchair bound lesbian hotties (like there is a lot of competition for that?)