I don’t mock people who post pictures of their dinner, or who update just to say, “I’m sad.” They’re posting for the same reason all of us are: we take every opportunity we can to say, “I am here. I exist.” Because one day we won’t.
Since fanfic is not bound by the strictures of commerce, creativity flourishes in infinite diversity. No fan writer is being steered by an editor toward what stories ‘sell’ best to bookstores.
Instead, the fan writer answers only to the audience itself. Erotic fanfic topics encompass not only BDSM, but ‘kinks’ as varied as bubble baths, healing sex, male pregnancy, frenemies, comfort sex, bromance, and much more.
Which will be the next hot trend? Fan writers will know before book publishers do.
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Cecilia Tan, “Fifty Shades of Stories,” Fifty Writers on Fifty Shades of Grey
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I’m going through something really tough right now, and it’s making me realize more than ever that I don’t have a “circle of girlfriends” so much as I have a fucking tribe of warrior women at my side. Each of them is amazing individually for their own strengths and their weaknesses, and collectively, they’re a goddamn force of nature. Despite the shitty situation in which I’ve found myself, I also consider myself incredibly lucky to have these women in my life, and I hope that one day, everyone can say the same.
GoT vs LotR (vs Ghostbusters?)
Nishi: And I just pictured (Jon Snow) saying, "Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew."
Rabbit: And Drogo being all like, "I want them alive and wrrrriggling! You keep nasty chips."
Nishi: Yes. Man. DON'T CROSS THE FANTASY STREAMS.
Rabbit: I REGRET NOTHING
Nishi: TRY TO IMAGINE ALL LIFE IN WESTEROS AS YOU KNOW IT STOPPING INSTANTANEOUSLY AND EVERY MOLECULE IN BRAN'S BODY EXPLODING QUICKER THAN JAIME LANNISTER CAN LAST IN BED
It strikes me as disappointing how obsessed we are with recording our lives. We’re so busy fumbling for our phones, our cameras, our Facebook, our Twitter, trying to capture the memory in permanency, that we forget to experience the moment. And for whom? Ourselves? Not if we’re being honest. There’s exhibitionism in our photographs, and our status updates, and even the journal entries we write down on paper and hide underneath our mattresses. We want someone to stumble across them and think, “My, what an interesting person. Look how beautiful they were. How intelligent and insightful. This person was important.” We’re trying to incite in people the things we wish we could make them feel in the present. And the irony is, of course, that maybe we could, if we’d just put down our phones and cameras, and share a smile with a stranger. Or better yet, be still and realize that maybe some of our moments don’t need to be shared with others; maybe we can keep the sunset for ourselves and stash it away to keep us warm.
My favorite photo of all time: Untitled 29/77, 1990-1991, by Bill Henson. I cried the first time I saw it.
Goat: I love how our selling points to each other is a rapidly aging dead baby and a superflea.
Goat: And we’re both like “I need to watch that!
Goat: And we’re both like “I need to watch that!
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| — | Goat and me discussing Defiance and Fringe |
Things I’ve learned at work this week…
- When a 10 year old hard drive fails, it’s IT’s fault.
- When the company’s equipment is antiquated because there’s no money to buy newer equipment, it’s IT’s fault.
- When a vendor overlooks an overnight order and fails to get it shipped in time to arrive the next day, it’s IT’s fault.
To my fellow IT people: I know we all go through this shit every. single. day. And although it might not mean as much coming from someone who’s in the trenches with you, thanks for all the time and energy you put into your jobs. One day, if we’re lucky, the users will understand how2computer, and we’ll finally get respect instead of endless verbal abuse.
