So Miranda and I were walking in the deserted Sheridan Street strip mall and got to talking...

To my considerably narrow repertoire of experience, gay men do not find lesbians attractive in the least. I'm still not entirely clear on why it is that so many of the women who write slash are themselves gay, as there seems to be (objectively) some sort of logistical monkey wrench in that equation. Anyhow, there was a point I'm not making much more clearly now. I, as a straight woman, feel to some extent spoiled by slash - the whole one boy good, two boys better thing - and feel somewhat, well, spoiled for equally good and well-written hetfic. Then I began to wonder if men who have seen equally appealing erotica in both guy/girl and girl/girl scenarios prefer the latter given the choice. Obviously, these aren't necessarily equivalent, but the general question stands. Is the impossibility of participation a factor at all for either group? I can say that I don't insert myself (pardon the pun) or would want to do so into the stories I read. It's not why I read them. Maybe it's all a case of otherwise happily heterosexual me scratching my head about the overreaching appeal of the gay boys phenomenon. Thoughts?


Starbucks Peppermint Mocha Frappucinos taste like melted candy cane. Mmm, mmm, good. Sometimes it's good to branch out. And I didn't just say that.

Not really.

It was cool enough to warrant my jacket. We might actually get to experience a season other than the indian summer we've been wallowing in for the past three months. Hope springs eternal.

in actuality, I just play one in Real Life

As far as what you said, Jon, I'd love to agree with you that my up and leaving for whatever places is exotic and daring, but really, it's just expensive road-tripping. Now that it's really mattering now, now that I stand to be miserable for another term, another year, another graduation and I am paralyzed with fear of the unknown and by the uninsurable. I'll cop to confidence once I'm actually doing something, but before and leading up to it, I vascillate and whine and puke from performance anxiety just like the next person. When I'm doing it though, it comes down to either I do it, or it doesn't happen and then why have I come this far and why the fuck am I here. I have an optimistic outlook on life and am ready to see the positive in things is what I hear from people. Well, yeah. Dwelling on some of the utter shit we're in varying depths of isn't conducive even to late afternoon rising. And really, most of the time, it's good to be alive.

A "pile of intrigue" though? Hot damn. I wanna be me right about there. :)


Packing and leaving bad. Lance and JC pretty. This is all for now.

because I am still lost in the date-haze and swore to at least go a month this time...

The happiest of all conceivable birthdays to silentfire! She of the unebbing encouragement, late-night beta madness, quick wit, endearing smile and boundless love. *throws confetti* Chica, I hope your day was seven kinds of special and can only lament that I wasn't there to sing it to you myself. Or maybe things do work out for the best in the end. ;)