| Riiight. |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|08:20 am] |
So. My understanding of it is as follows.
1. HnK makes a filtered post.
2. FunkyHelix sees the said post; gacks it, posts it openly to her Flist, and sends the lot to ZR and company.
3. Elfy has questions and comments regarding modly discussion of the said post.
4. Elfy is suspended.
5. F_W consumes itself.
6. The many many people who see themselves as opposed to F_W are gleeful.
Is that more or less the way of it? Because I still feel like I'm missing information here, and I'm still very confused.
VERY CONFUSED INDEED. |
|
|
| On the subject of Feminist_Rage |
[Mar. 23rd, 2005|02:59 pm] |
I joined Feminist_Rage quite some time ago, and now I'm in sort of a funny situation.
Long ago, someone- gasp! violated their safe-space rules by reposting locked material from the community elsewhere- and, as such material tends to do, it made its way to OTF_Wank. When attempting to discern the leak, my name was bandied about because I'm one of the mean girls from high schoola proud member of Fandom_Wank.
This caused me some frustration. As drama-laden as the comm is, I still like having a space to rant and rave and be cranky about feminist issues- and I'm disinclined to join the monolith to splooge that is the Feminist comm.
I've been uncomfortable about posting to Feminist_Rage for quite some time... I feel that they've really placed themselves in a position of opposition to F_W, and that makes me bloody cranky.
On the other hand, leaving the comm- however quietly it's done- could be construed as an admission of guilt or as some kind of statement that I'm not 'that kind of feminist' or some silly such shite. Besides, they really are wanktacular, even though I've never reported 'em. It's not the opinions people have that gets me. I'm a firm believer in feminism and queerfriendliness and transfriendliness and recognition of gender and sexuality as spectrums rather than binary systems all that goodness, so I tend to nod my head and agree with a lot of the principles they express.
It's the way they say it. It's the words that come out of these people's mouths. It's the invective that flies around in there, it's the constant oneupmanship, the look-how-feminist-I-am, and it's wearing on me. It's the We-Hate-The-Sex-Industry camp and their ongoing campaign against the Reclaiming-The-Sex-Industry-To-Empower-Its-Women-Participants camp, and all the other internal squabbles that are dividing what should be a unified, supportive community.
I don't know. It's just making me fucking weary.
Anyone have any suggestions? I will accept anything, including 'so just leave'. |
|
|
| Too weird. |
[Oct. 27th, 2004|03:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Cliquish | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The CURE!!! | ] |
I swear to Whoever I didn't tweak this.
You are Eljuno! You are a batfuck-crazy fascist
indie-music RPS whore who acts all independent
but is secretly in bed (metaphorically...we
think) with any number of Harry Potter BNFs and
can't live without constant attention. You have
absolutely no shame about deleting comments or
posts if they are typo-riddled or otherwise
make you look bad. You are an unfunny and
hypocritical wanker who sicks your friends on
anyone who brings up trans issues in public.
You're obsessed with the sexuality of bands
because no one would fuck you, with or without
a stolen dick.
What Fandom Wank Baddie Are You? (Kabal Remix)
brought to you by Quizilla
So not intentional. |
|
|
| I just went There. |
[Mar. 29th, 2004|12:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Fan-Tabulous | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Strokes are There too. | ] |
There is a tequila bar, in the gutter, in Guam, past the cactus on your left. My roommates and I have bar stools with our names on them, and every night we do body shots off of Viggo Mortensen.
Ian McKellen runs the place. Billy Boyd sings, most nights. Craig Parker, Karl Urban, and Viggo's horse TJ are all bouncers. The horse stays outside. He has to be there because of our roommate Lhunwethien on LJ, who's obsessed with horses.
Alan Rickman keeps stealing Julie's bar stool.
Make it a double.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
That was your introduction to There.
This morning, I got on the bus and went There again. There is a dirty mental place.
I think it's my happy place. |
|
|
| Worried |
[Mar. 27th, 2004|11:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  frustrated | ] |
I'm worried and I can't post this anywhere else for fear that the subject of my worry will see it.
My roommate is showing lots, and I mean *lots*, of the warning signs of alcoholism/ addictive personality issues.
She's drinking to get drunk.
She's trying to drink away from people who're cutting her off after 9 shots in less than an hour.
She's euphoric while drunk, talking about how she 'needed this' and how happy she is.
She doesn't really stop unless she's tanked- a simple buzz rarely contents her.
She's been to two parties in as many days, and there's a third tomorrow.
I think that about clinches it, yeah?
I'm taking all the booze out of our room, since she's underage and I obtained it (even though it was mostly with her money). Tomorrow it'll be moved to a safe location.
Then, I think our threeish closest friends are going to plan out a little chat with her. I don't know what to say or do about any of this.
I am seriously freaked out, here. |
|
|
| Icon Issues |
[Mar. 10th, 2004|01:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | cranky | ] |
So, I have a problem.
I'm thinking about icon possibilities for Prof. Sprout, and I'm noticing that the actress from the movies has very, very few extant photos. I'm thinking about picking an older actress and using that... My current pick would have to be Dame Judi Dench. Plenty of photos, and her face is AMAZING.
The problem is that she does not look like Sprout is supposed to look. Would it be possible to say that Sprout decided to cut off all of her notoriously frizzy hair?
I realize this issue is secondary to actually getting IN to TIN, but it's late and I can't sleep.
So yeah. |
|
|
| More Synaesthesia |
[Feb. 2nd, 2004|09:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  energetic | ] |
Synaesthesia
Dom blinked wearily and scrubbed one hand through his hair, irretrievably rumpled by a long day spent in a wig. He shifted a too-heavy script to his left knee and reached for the small paper bag Orli was jealously guarding. He faked left, right, and snatched the bag from long-fingered hands and groped after the contents-
Ah, bliss. Dom held up a shiny chocolate-covered coffee bean and sighed happily. He held it up, watching that reflection, shifted slightly- and it lined up perfectly for an instant, harmonizing with the dark brown brush of a mohawk. Brown on brown, sugar and...
Dom decided against eroticizing his coffee bean further, and ate it.
This failed to help.
The dark chocolate went pliable, melting, irresistibly addictive and complex in his mouth. The coffee bean tasted like a banked fire. It tasted like bitter, and dark, and you-really-shouldn't and but-I-want-to. And that was right. That was exactly right, because that hollow and shadow under Orli's jaw tasted that way to Dom's eyes, ghostly and sharp in his mouth with the chocolate. And that seam along the crunchy coffee bean was meant for the tip of a tongue, and a slow slide along it was just the same as tracing the point of a narrow hip over the low-hanging waist of faded jeans.
When Dom finally escaped that script meaning, he was a walking cinder, burned and caffienated with trembling hands and a hoarse wreck of a voice.
He was also out of coffee beans. |
|
|
| An Open Letter to Dom and Billy |
[Jan. 30th, 2004|05:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | aggravated | ] |
Dom, Billy, we need to talk.
Neither of you appears to be particularly wimpy. You were both raised and socialized as men. This means you were very likely raised to be uncomfortable with emotional displays, and with showing that you care for people... Unless you have truly extraordinary family. So why, why, WHY do you insist on forcing bad purple prose and girlie romance out of me? It's degrading! It's undignified! I'm trying to do something a little different from every other fic out there. I want to show powerful emotion that isn't WunTwooWuv, and I don't want to contribute to stereotypical sex dynamics, and I hate to say it, lads, you're both being TWEE.
Work with me, here. |
|
|
