Wha?

<devis> sei mine?
<devis> hallo
<devis> ni conosci?
<devis> mi conosci?
<devis> cosa c'è?
<devis> sono carlo.
<devis> mi conosciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii?

WTF?

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I hear my bed calling me. Sleep now. Have written 343 words. Thanks to natlet for help and hand-holding. Shall work on this at work tomorrow.

Meh?

People on the FCA-L list are discussing the RPS collumn. People are claiming they've never seen RPHet.

Where have these people been?

(Meeeee? I'm still asleep, people. My astral body's typing this.)

Elaboration on last entry.

I'd like to know where most anti's have been. I honestly think these people need to gett a life outside of fandom. Or at least let fanfom and non-fandom worlds mingle every no and then. Then maybe they'd realise that to the outside world, there is no difference between FPF and RPF, and people don't see us as evil or cool, just as slightly freaky geeks.

(Note: obviously, when I say 'anti's', I do mean the rabid ones, not the mere non-RPS people.)

Of course, pointing that out to people isn't gonna get me anywhere. I'm starting to get really jaded about this whole issue. I've been through the motions so many times I can make up an RPF argument on the spot. Proof:

Anti: "It's illegal!"
Me: "The illegality of RPF is doubtful at best. <lots of elaoration, mostly stolen from Vali> And anyway, the illegality of FPF is much more certain and more likely to be actually sued. There are examples known of people being faced with C&D letters for FPS, whereas RPF has been published in public forums such as Penthouse, etc., and has been safe thus far. There are even a number of lawsuits which could be used as precedents, should it ever come to an actual RPF lawsuit. <insert examples here>

Anti: "It's immoral!"
Me: "According to whom? You think it's immoral. Many people don't. Not everybody shares the same set of morals. Many people think FPS is immoral. A number of people even think FPF is immoral. What is the difference between them telling you we can't write this and you telling me I can't write RPF?
Anti: "But RPF can hurt the subject!"
Me: "So can FPF. In fact, there are documented cases of actors being hurt and insulted by FPF."

And so further, and so on. But of course, I have a flawed perspective. And lots of sarcasm to go with it, too.

Um

Bono's kid is the cutest thing in the world. Yes.

(Must resist h/c bunnies!)

(Feel dirty.)

Lalalala

Iiiii have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. Whee! Coffee! More coffee! Coffee shall help me write.

Currently writing: Untitled Adam/Larry story. Tentative title: Crush.

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Time: 13:09
Mugs of coffee: 3.5

*pokes brain* You can wake up now, you know.

Brain: *grouches, pulls sheets over head, turns over and goes back to sleep*

Dammit.

a few of my close friends are gay too, and i still think it is wrong even thought i love them.
(From 'reviews' of Nat's U2 slash.)

Things like this make me want to curl up in a corner and glare at the world. (Or alternatively, seek out this person's friends and comfort them.)

Just. "Hate the sin, love the sinner" does. not. work for me, you know? I've always been lucky in that my friends are all gay, bi or accepting. (Or maybe not lucky, since I met most of my friends through slashdom, either directly or indirectly, so the accepting thing is par for the course.) I can only try to imagine having a friend, someone close to you, someone you care for, say things like "I think it's disgusting that you fall in love with people of your own sex, but I still love you." Even just imagining it hurts.

Every now and then something happens that makes me stop taking for granted how good I have it. I'm out to my family, I'm out to my coworkers, I'm out to my friends, I'm out to pretty much everyone as gay (and as a slash writer), and I can afford to not care about what strangers think of me, because the people that matter to me accept me as I am. And most of the time, I take all this in stride, which makes things like this even more of a smack in the face.

I am an obnoxious git. I need to be smacked in the head on a more regular basis to be reminded of my luck. Any takers?

Sigh. Maybe I just need a change of music.

Urge to kill ... rising ...

It's a good thing I don't have to interact with fandom people face-to-face, because right now some FCA-L people would find themselves with my hands around their neck while I scream in their face that "Wearenotportrayingthemasgay!"

(Aside from that, the "You're going to get sued for libel for portraying them as gay" thing is. Ark. Homphobic much?)

Hey Amy?

Thanks, girl. You saved me from having to interfere and getting into yet another RPS discussion, which i'm not feeling up to at the moment; Ta. :)

Ack, ack ack!

Possible phobia hopefully successfully avoided. Agh, ew, ick! Hate maggots. Am unbothered by any other creepy crawly, don't care that might have eaten thousands of fruitflies in past, but. Ack. Maggots! They live off ROTTING MEAT, people!

Have cleaned. With much bleach. Never ever used bleach in my life. Did now. Hope got rid of maggots and smell. Gagged all the way through, and woul've thrown up had there been anything in my stomach. Never ever thrown up for non-physical reason. Wanted to shower with bleach. Didn't. Took long, hot, luxurious shower. Did not help to calm down.

Shit, shit, shit. If these things aren't gone within a week, I may very well develop a phobia here. Argh. Must not freak. Must actually make dinner in now maggot-free kitchen. Must not let fear get away with self.