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(Because I desperately need to make an entry so that the gerbiling post is not the first one I see when I go to my livejournal page.)
First, to address the topic of the recent QAF fandom kerfluffle. I must admit I was morbidly amused by the whole thing at first. But I'm now starting to get bored of it. So yeah. (Sorry, no big pronouncements on how I think it's bad, or good, or either. Really, I just think our wank is so much less wanky than other fandoms' wank, the wankers. Ha, I like that word.)
I went mad crazy internet shopping spree again. I am quite happy. Urban Outfitters has made me its bitch, and I feel no guilt. I mean, just look at this. My friend Ed has been telling me to wear mod 60's style dresses for at least a year now. (It probably won't fit me, but hey, only 10 bucks. And maybe I can scrape off the logo they speak of.)
I also bought several used David Wojnarowicz books, and as soon as I recieve them I will curl up in a fetal position and cry for a few hours, because HAS ANYONE EVER READ HIS WRITING OR SEEN HIS ART? Christ. He rips your heart out. His stuff is so disturbingly erotic, pained, hallucinatory, and so, so angry. I was reading his book Close to the Knives and I could only read little bits at a time, even though the whole thing flowed so well that I could have just as easily taken a couple of afternoons and immersed myself. (Actually, I never got around to finishing it. I tried to find it the other day and I couldn't, I must soon go on a hunt for the thing.)
Here is a link to some of his artwork.
And the videos on this page don't work, but you can read a couple of his AIDS-related writings.
See what I mean?
My Sam/Justin epic now has a title! Haha. Also, I discovered what my current problem with it is.
(I know, I know, I keep solving the problems and then more pop up, but I'm doing this whole style of writing/life reassessment thing right now...)
My problem is that I love to write using action and dialogue, both to tell the story and to express the emotions of the characters. This is good in a way, because I used to really suck at writing action coupled with dialogue. But now, I am now strangely nervous to have them think on the page. The last time I really let loose and let a character think was with my Lindsay ficlet. So I just need to get over myself, and get into Justin's head. That is my plan of action.
Mmm, and I finally stopped getting withdrawal symptoms from lack of coffee. So then, obviously, I decided I was un-addicted enough to start drinking it again. ...Damnit, don't judge me. ;)
First, to address the topic of the recent QAF fandom kerfluffle. I must admit I was morbidly amused by the whole thing at first. But I'm now starting to get bored of it. So yeah. (Sorry, no big pronouncements on how I think it's bad, or good, or either. Really, I just think our wank is so much less wanky than other fandoms' wank, the wankers. Ha, I like that word.)
I went mad crazy internet shopping spree again. I am quite happy. Urban Outfitters has made me its bitch, and I feel no guilt. I mean, just look at this. My friend Ed has been telling me to wear mod 60's style dresses for at least a year now. (It probably won't fit me, but hey, only 10 bucks. And maybe I can scrape off the logo they speak of.)
I also bought several used David Wojnarowicz books, and as soon as I recieve them I will curl up in a fetal position and cry for a few hours, because HAS ANYONE EVER READ HIS WRITING OR SEEN HIS ART? Christ. He rips your heart out. His stuff is so disturbingly erotic, pained, hallucinatory, and so, so angry. I was reading his book Close to the Knives and I could only read little bits at a time, even though the whole thing flowed so well that I could have just as easily taken a couple of afternoons and immersed myself. (Actually, I never got around to finishing it. I tried to find it the other day and I couldn't, I must soon go on a hunt for the thing.)
Here is a link to some of his artwork.
And the videos on this page don't work, but you can read a couple of his AIDS-related writings.
See what I mean?
My Sam/Justin epic now has a title! Haha. Also, I discovered what my current problem with it is.
(I know, I know, I keep solving the problems and then more pop up, but I'm doing this whole style of writing/life reassessment thing right now...)
My problem is that I love to write using action and dialogue, both to tell the story and to express the emotions of the characters. This is good in a way, because I used to really suck at writing action coupled with dialogue. But now, I am now strangely nervous to have them think on the page. The last time I really let loose and let a character think was with my Lindsay ficlet. So I just need to get over myself, and get into Justin's head. That is my plan of action.
Mmm, and I finally stopped getting withdrawal symptoms from lack of coffee. So then, obviously, I decided I was un-addicted enough to start drinking it again. ...Damnit, don't judge me. ;)