165: Travel Is Education and Experience

[thefourthvine]

Yesterday afternoon, I had a nurse demonstrate for me how to take something up the ass. Okay, no. What she was actually demonstrating was how to get your partner to give you a shot in the butt ("Go for the meatiest part!" she said cheerfully. I badly wanted to say, "Have you seen my ass? There's no meat shortage there!"), but she bent over in a

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[thefourthvine]

The first story I read last Yuletide was, of course, the one written for me, the amazingly awesome Nice Work If You Can Get It. I just about died of joy when I read that, to the point that I would not be surprised if my comment on the story lacks, you know, nouns. And verbs. I was that joyful. And then I read Buried Treasure Racket (because I requested The Sting for the two Yuletides before this one, and I have been wanting to see slash for it since the west was won), and it was likewise amazingly awesome (I had to wait a whole day to leave feedback, because I was again so overcome that any immediate feedback would have lacked most key sentence parts). After those two stories, I had to breathe into a paper bag for a while, because oh my god.

And, yeah, I know what you mean about Dorinda. True story: early in my fan fiction reading, before I knew about LJ or knew anything about the community aspect of FF or had even the vaguest clue, I sent feedback to her on "Confidence Men," the story that pretty much spawned this LJ. (I had to tell people to read it. HAD TO. It was a NEED.) Long, incredibly detailed, way too involved feedback that broke just about every rule in the Good Feedback Manual. She was very nice about it, but I still boil with shame every time I think of it. So, yeah, she's made of awesome, and she's very nice, and OMG I totally humiliated myself in front of her. Go me!

Actually, I don't think you can ever really stop fangirling Dorinda. It's just - you read one of her stories, you're in the fanclub for life. *passes you the cookies at the official Dorinda Fanclub meeting*