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Rumors of my death, etc., etc.
I know that most of my f-list is here because of the promise of dirty stories. I don't know why I'm feeling the need to announce this, but here goes: I doubt I'm going to be writing any more porn about gay teenage Superman. As for other categories of media-based derivative erotica (i.e., yay! cartoon dick!), I have a few things in the works, but I don't believe there's much of an audience for them. Still, I'll finish and post this YnM story that I was supposed to post for the 101 comm at the beginning of the month, and then I'll be "done" for the forseeable future.
So, instead of fanfic, I'm going to work on original stories, which have been virtually ignored for the last couple of years. Nanowrimo is coming and I have an idea I can work with this year. Unsurprisingly, it's got a whopping huge homoerotic component. As that comes pretty easily to me at this point, I'm confident the project will go more or less smoothly. Which is what I said last year, and my Nano attempt was a disaster--but that was last year.
I'm not leaving, per se. I'm keeping my journal. I'm not taking down my site. I don't hate Smallville, and I'm still watching it, but it doesn't really engage me this season. It's not a bad sign, necessarily, but it's a sign of something that my favorite character is Jason, and I'm enjoying Lana. I've got a bunch of ideas that I may or may not finish as fanfiction, but I'm in no hurry to do so.
I've spent two years being the most "popular" I've ever been in my life, and I've discovered I'm no good at it. I don't like the responsibility, and I'm terrible at meeting (or even recognizing) social obligations, as anyone who knows me well can attest.
I did think about deleting my journal but I'm pretty comfortable being "velvetglove" at this point. Rather, I'll leave it up to fannish people to leave me on their lists or not.
Mr. Glove outed me to some RL friends, which upset me more than I thought it would. They already knew I wrote porn, and that I wrote m/m porn. I just hadn't ever told them about the media/derivative aspect because that's what I find embarrassing. I can talk about cock all day long, so long as I don't have to mention that it's Clark Kent's cock that gets me all the positive attention online.
obadiah: No one knows why my dog was so ill. Pathology showed nothing. While all agree that this was probably a mycobacterium of some sort, there's no proof. Based on his symptoms, the most likely culprit should have been easily identified, but that wasn't the case. We're not feeling the closure like we'd hoped, though neither is our Beloved Veterinarian, which does provide a bit of perverse comfort.
We're going to wait until after our trip to New Orleans and then we'll pick up his ashes and…do whatever. I really don't know.
nola: As for Halloween in New Orleans, I have fangs. And dainty girl horns. And my tiara will finally have a public showing.
I know that most of my f-list is here because of the promise of dirty stories. I don't know why I'm feeling the need to announce this, but here goes: I doubt I'm going to be writing any more porn about gay teenage Superman. As for other categories of media-based derivative erotica (i.e., yay! cartoon dick!), I have a few things in the works, but I don't believe there's much of an audience for them. Still, I'll finish and post this YnM story that I was supposed to post for the 101 comm at the beginning of the month, and then I'll be "done" for the forseeable future.
So, instead of fanfic, I'm going to work on original stories, which have been virtually ignored for the last couple of years. Nanowrimo is coming and I have an idea I can work with this year. Unsurprisingly, it's got a whopping huge homoerotic component. As that comes pretty easily to me at this point, I'm confident the project will go more or less smoothly. Which is what I said last year, and my Nano attempt was a disaster--but that was last year.
I'm not leaving, per se. I'm keeping my journal. I'm not taking down my site. I don't hate Smallville, and I'm still watching it, but it doesn't really engage me this season. It's not a bad sign, necessarily, but it's a sign of something that my favorite character is Jason, and I'm enjoying Lana. I've got a bunch of ideas that I may or may not finish as fanfiction, but I'm in no hurry to do so.
I've spent two years being the most "popular" I've ever been in my life, and I've discovered I'm no good at it. I don't like the responsibility, and I'm terrible at meeting (or even recognizing) social obligations, as anyone who knows me well can attest.
I did think about deleting my journal but I'm pretty comfortable being "velvetglove" at this point. Rather, I'll leave it up to fannish people to leave me on their lists or not.
Mr. Glove outed me to some RL friends, which upset me more than I thought it would. They already knew I wrote porn, and that I wrote m/m porn. I just hadn't ever told them about the media/derivative aspect because that's what I find embarrassing. I can talk about cock all day long, so long as I don't have to mention that it's Clark Kent's cock that gets me all the positive attention online.
obadiah: No one knows why my dog was so ill. Pathology showed nothing. While all agree that this was probably a mycobacterium of some sort, there's no proof. Based on his symptoms, the most likely culprit should have been easily identified, but that wasn't the case. We're not feeling the closure like we'd hoped, though neither is our Beloved Veterinarian, which does provide a bit of perverse comfort.
We're going to wait until after our trip to New Orleans and then we'll pick up his ashes and…do whatever. I really don't know.
nola: As for Halloween in New Orleans, I have fangs. And dainty girl horns. And my tiara will finally have a public showing.
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There's a lot of it about, I tell you what. You're just articulating what quite a few people are feeling. Myself, it's not that I'm no longer interested in TV shows or slash specifically, it's just that I'm finding a renewed interest in things I was neglecting like music and books and the like. And I can locate subtext in just about anything, so you can be sure teh homosexualisticness of it all will still be pinging my queerdar. Just maybe less telly is all ;)
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And I do find it can be just as satisfying to go out into the world and watch actual boys actually kissing as opposed to wishing that fictional boys would at least give it a try on a Very Special Episode one of these days...
"Dumbass" is fast becoming a popular endearment. I've found myself using it on a daily basis.