Y'all remember the drunken redneck hillbilly lesbians with the barky dogs who lived next door to me, right ( Read more... )

You know, I'm sure that there are times I piss people off just by existing. It's inevitable, no matter how polite you are, that at some point, someone just isn't in the mood for whatever you're dishing out. There does not exist a completely inoffensive person ( Read more... )

"I'm a grown-up, goddammit!" I holler. "My feelings are not dictated by my hormones! Everything I feel is legitimate, and my feelings are like all those fiddly little controls and blinky lights in the cockpit of an airplane: they damn well are there for a reason, and they all mean something! I demand that all of you take me seriouslyLess than ( Read more... )

I ought to be writing gay porn, but I'm here updating instead ( Read more... )

Oh, yeah.

You see the sparkly Men-men icon, you know what's coming.

( Cut for TMI, scorpions, and cannibalism. )

Up to 31,000 words on the new book. I'm also working on cleaning up something I wrote ages ago, now that I'm far enough to see that it really is worth saving, large chunks of it just need to be moved from first to third person, with the rest retained as epistolary preludes.

Now that I have written perhaps the single most stultifying sentence ever ( Read more... )

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The Great Abortion Manifesto

in which Naamah gets a little preachy, because she is worried
warning: longI'm not Catholic, but I went to Catholic school because in the buttpie town I live in, a Catholic school education far trumps the public school system. At least my Catholic school didn't have bars on the windows, and the worst the drug dogs ( Read more... )

You dumb, crazy fuckers read me because I am teh funny, so I'd better start putting out if I know what's good for me. Otherwise you'll kick me out of the car with no pants on and I'll have to walk home ( Read more... )

Yes, I did, in fact, remember to finish these. The third page of rants, ready for your perusal.

( You know what happens next. )

Haven't done a real me-update in a while. I've been composting, which is what I call it when I just throw everything into a corner of my brain, leave it there to ferment, and walk over and pee on it now and then. Eventually it turns into something useful, and I spread it on my flowerbed, and I get roses that eat people. It works.

( The memorial service. )