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random edicts de vendrediFrances makes me print so spoke WitchQueen
random edicts de jeudi Paper, attack! so spoke WitchQueen
Tell me about yourself!
so spoke WitchQueen
Think it through! Now, this is good as far as it goes, because it is a sentiment which Wolverine clearly holds and it's something you would have to have been hanging around the School for the Gifted to know about. And as far as Cyclops knows, Mystique has never been to Professor X's mansion. However, the viewers know full well that Mystique has been to the School and that she's learned something of how its inhabitants feel about one another. Shouldn't we be more suspicious that this isn't Wolverine? (Although, we did just see him spike her, so maybe it's okay.) Something that made me go "hmmm" after seeing the exchange in Em Brunson's sig a few times. so spoke WitchQueen
random edicts de mercredi Make a change! In the course of the move, I lost all of my original time stamps. Anything dated on the 18th of July, 2000 or before has a false timestamp from blogger. The real one is included in the text. so spoke WitchQueen
random edicts de mardiKeep it clean! However, I've been in desperate need of a sturdy chair since about two days after I moved into my apartment, and a vacuum cleaner since a week after I moved into my apartment. Most of my chairs are camping chairs, which is something I really like, but I do want one chair at which I can use my computer. My current chair was brutally attacked by my brother in his misguided youth and has no internal integrity. The chair I bought to replace it was a folding chair and actually came assembled, but the vacuum cleaner I put together myself! I am very pleased with assembling it all alone. I am often thoroughly convinced that I am mechanically ungifted and every little victory helps with myself image. Also, because I had just assembled a vacuum cleaner and even vacuumed about a square foot (it was 10 at night, I didn't think the neighbors would appreciate my doing the whole floor), it occurred to me that my sink and bath tub had not been that grimy sort of grey color when I moved in, and that I was in possession of chemical cleansers and a sponge. They were indeed sufficient to return my bathroom to a reasonable facsimile of whiteness, although I doubt that it could ever be accused of sparkling. It's kind of weird to realize that bathrooms and kitchens and and carpets and such are not self-cleaning. Monday, July 17, 2000, 03:20 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Roll your eyes! I kind of wish she had waited to post it, warned me she had something ready to go and given me a chance to finish what I was working on first. But she was certainly under no obligation to do so. I definitely wish she'd stop apologizing. For those of you who might be wondering, I got the test results back. Negative, like I thought. Thursday, July 13, 2000, 09:06 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Compare yourself to Toni ... I beat Toni out in weblog bullshit. This site is 540%. But she's depressed me about my story writing abilities with the publication of Dark Brothers. A conversation we had (and maybe a fragment I sent, I don't know if she read it first or not) set her off, and she wrote something that just blew me out of the water. Her story is embarrasingly better than mine, I don't know that I'll bother to finish it. Wednesday, July 12, 2000, 02:12 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Listen to the ones you love! The e-mail did not immediately make me feel better. I didn't think it would, but just to clarify for the viewing audience. So, I tried talking to some people about how miserable I was making myself over her. They seemed to think that either I was deluding myself about being in lust with my straight friend or that she was a heartless woman toying with my affections. Neither of the two suppositions above is true. I try to ask people for advice about the GIND, and I end up spending more time explaining about our relationship than getting advice. The GIND is not doing bad things to me. She hasn't, as far as I know, lied to me. I believe her when she says she loves me, and she acts as if she does. And every time I get into one of these panic attacks about our relationship, she's willing to talk it out, and we really do talk it out and work things through. It's just that our Non-Dating relationship at this moment doesn't seem to fit into traditional structures. We're more than friends, but I'm not sure either of us wants to be lovers. Although, people did present me with the obvious advice, which I needed to hear. Figure out what I want and talk with the GIND. Basic poly relationship advice. Basic any kind of relationship advice, but I was having trouble thinking. Still, I did talk to her, and I do feel better. I'm still not sure what I want. Hell, I'm not sure what she wants. (But I deliberately didn't ask if she was intereted in me in a sexualoving, romantic sense.) The thing which has me so messed up now is that I've gone around for the past couple of years thinking that there was no way she could be interested in me sexually, and so I ruthlessly squashed whatever sexual desires I might have. But now we're both in places in our lives where we could deal with sexual desire in our relationship, even if only one of us felt it, and I honestly don't know how I really feel. Also, she plays with my ears. And she lets me snap her bra on occasion. Sometimes, when I play with my ears, I get turned on. Whenever anyone else plays gently with my ears, I definitely get turned on. I don't know if she ever knew that, but it's true. So, she plays with my ears for about seven seconds, and then I make her stop. And I love to snap bra straps. It's not a sexual kink, it's my inner eight year-old boy at work. And occasion I ask if I can, and she'll say yes. It's marvelous. So, at the point I'm at now, I'm feeling tremendously calmer and content with the fact that we love each other. But I don't know if my feelings for her are sexual in nature, and I'm trying to sort that out in my head (or maybe more pertinently, my heart), without regard to her feelings. I'd want to figure out what her feelings were before I figured out what to do with my feelings, but I should know what my feelings are first, shouldn't I? This sort of soul-searching is weird and it's different and it's the sort of thing that makes me wish I knew more about meditating. Isn't this the sort of thing one meditates upon? Sunday, July 9, 2000, 05:57 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Look at her! I really like this one. It's very readable and it's kinda pretty without going overboard. I'm fucking jealous. I want to do a redesign. Moving my blog to blogger is part of that plan. I also need to go through my stories and HTMLize them. (They're almost universally text files at the moment.) I'm not really big on redesign. (Hell, I'm not all that thrilled by first designs. The web is still largely a texty medium and I'd rather sites focused on good words, but that's just me, the girl who can't read comic books.) But what I've got now is a lightly modified pitas default, and I want something that looks different, looks more me. I am not fucking pastel! pssst! Toni. What happened to my cat graphics? Sunday, July 9, 2000, 11:51 a.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Betray your kind! I like the way blogger works. It's not quite as simple as pitas, but it is a little more sophisticated. The thing I like best about it is the permalink feature. Friday, July 7, 2000, 04:51 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Listen to your grandma's music! It occurs to me that the reason for this is that time has served to cull all of the bad songs. People remember the good old days of music, art, or books as good in part because we stop reading all of the drek in which the good is mixed up. I realize this is not an original thought, but I just had it, so I thought I'd share. Friday, July 7, 2000, 02:42 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Learn where I've been! Of Farscape watching, sillies! We're not dating! (Also, we saw most of The Invisible Man to date, a random Voyager episode and three excellent movies: Chicken Run, Sliding Doors, and Cookie's Fortune.) We also talked, quite a bit. The GIND disapproves of developments in my latest Farscape story. She accuses it of not having anything happen. (Well, it is perhaps a bit strong to say she disapproves. She likes what's there, but she wants it to show some forward movement.) And I agree with her, to a point. But the stories really are meant to be part of an (as yet unfinished) whole, the four stories and the four episodes together. And so the parts don't have to individually do so much, at least I don't think they do. Maybe this would be more evident if I had at least a rough plotting of story three. sigh I didn't, of course, attempt to explain this to her. Mostly because I hadn't quite articulated my feelings so clearly internally. Also, because I have a tendency to argue things for the sake of argument, and I am trying to cure myself of it. Besides fanly things, she and I ended up talking about us. We've come to the conclusion that if we were dating, we would kiss each other and have unhappiness about monogamy. She's not into casual sex, so we wouldn't be having sex with each other. And we've already exchanged, "I love you," (and continue to do so) so that wouldn't be anything new. It was a rather joking conclusion but still, it made me uneasy because... The Topless Tuner has a pet boy! I find it fairly amazing that the TT has a romantic relation, but unless you know her personally, you do not find this astonishing in the least. And truthfully, I doubt that the TT has really made a 'pet' of him. But they are reported to be exchanging love letters. Anyway, if the Tuner can establish a romantic liaison, then someone might come along and sweep the GIND off her feet, quite by accident. (If you have watched Sliding Doors, you understand my anxiety about accidental romance; she doesn't drive, she takes the T everywhere.) I did manage to express my anxiety to the GIND. (Have just reread The Ethical Slut and am making an effort with that honesty thing.) But I don't think I was 100% clear about just what I'm afraid of. She tried to reassure me by emphasizing that any boy that either I or the Tuner disapproved of/disliked would be strongly reconsidered as relationship material. (Although, honestly, I liked her psycho ex-boyfriend before he started making her unhappy, so I'm not sure how much good I can do in this vetting process.) But I'm not really afraid of the (for argument's sake, boy, although she insists she's not hung up on gender) boy I dislike. I'll be on guard against the boy who puts my hackles up and makes me want to spit, and I'll be unsurprised when he does things I don't like. It's the boy I do like that worries me. Because I can envision a scenario where she's picked out a nice Jewish boy that her parents like and the TT likes and I like and he genuinely likes me, but... He does not like the way the GIND and I behave with each other, especially once he finds out I'm a lesbian. And, being the sort of boy that all of us like, he doesn't say anything, except to perhaps mention once he's slighly uncomfortable with all of the girl/girl affection. But once the GIND told him he just had to deal (and besides I live 10 hours away by bus so it's not like he has to deal often) he wouldn't mention it again. Verbally. But his body language would be subtly disapproving and he would just sort of insert himself between us and give me funny looks when I rubbed the GIND's feet. But the GIND and I wouldn't consciously notice because this guy would genuinely like me except when I was touching his girl too much. Subconsciously, we would just tone things down while he was around. And then even when he wasn't around. And eventually, we'd stop Not Dating and just be two friends who've never been romantically involved. That's what I'm really afraid of. But now that I've written it all out like that, it seems rather stupid. Not impossible to happen, but impossible to guard against and thorougly unnecessary to worry about when the GIND is bemoaning a lack of companionship beside the Tuner's. This mental energy could have been devoted to writing the third story in my Farscape quartet. OH MY GOD I AM SUCH A BIG LIAR! I am writing this blog as the coward's way out to tell the GIND things I don't know how to tell her directly. I'm not chickenshit (I am attempting to communicate, in however roundabout a way) but I am much less than brave. Part of the problem is that we have this vibe going where I exist to be her audience. (Not to say that the GIND and I don't have conversation, we've got plenty.) But she is perhaps the only person in the world who makes me feel inarticulate in English. (Any French six year old could make me feel inarticulate in French, because the subjunctive is not my friend, and there are many people who make me laugh at my dancing, but only she does the same thing in English.) (for those of you who are wondering, no, I do not maintain this blog merely as a way of communicating with Toni and the GIND. for the GIND, the last paragraph isn't one I wrote to you, as opposed to the little mental experiment about a boypet from the future. I considered deleting it so you wouldn't feel attacked, but I thouight that would be ... dishonest.) Thursday, July 6, 2000, 10:10 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Watch this show! But, Gail Pennington recommended it as one of the shows you should catch up with during the summer if you didn't watch it in fall. So I watched tonight's ep and I was hooked with the teaser. It's an extremely packed show and the pace is unrelenting, but it's good and it has moments of humor, too. I recommend it. Wednesday, June 28, 2000, 10:08 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Kill Your Weblog! For those who are interested, I ran the test once and got a 49%, and then, in going back and trying to give 'bad' answers, I noticed I missed question. So, when I redid it the second time (with my real answers) I got a 54%. Um, no, my day was neither made nor broken. Wednesday, June 28, 2000, 09:59 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Do it yourself! But, using their website, I was able to figure out how to get to the bus route I needed (I knew the bus route that was closest to the place I was going, I just wasn't sure what the best place to transfer to that bus was). But the Washington Metro has a much cooler thing for finding your way, they call it the Ride Guide. You put in the address of your departure point and destination, and the time you need to travel (either when you're leaving or when you have to arrive) and it gives you up to three ways to get where you're going. I wish Baltimore had something like that, because if you don't know the place you are going to (as is often the case with a temp) then you have to call the MTA and wait on hold for insane numbers of hours. Wednesday, June 28, 2000, 08:31 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Find out for sure!, Pt II About a week ago I bought a used porn novel at Lambda Rising. When I got home, it wasn't in my bag. I figured that I'd left it on the light rail, although I had the brief thought that maybe I'd left it in the store. I dismissed this as improbable. I did think about going and asking, because I go to or near Lambda Rising on a very regular basis. I pick up the Washington Blade there, which is a weekly, and I work at the Baltimore Gay Paper, which is in the same building. But I didn't go. Today, however, I wanted to see if the editor of the paper was randomly hanging around, even though this is our off week. I had something to talk to him about. He wasn't. But one of the clerks at Lambda Rising came out of the store, and he had the book. He said, "You left it!" (Or maybe he said, "You forgot it!") And then I said, "I thought I left it on the train. Thanks." And went on my merry way, quite pleased with the world and in an immensely better mood. Tuesday, June 27, 2000, 05:38 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Find out for sure! I'm a trifle disturbed that I feel the need to go ahead and get tested for HIV. I probably don't have it. I've had unsafe sex with more than one person, but only one of them was in a risky category. Hmm, maybe two. I don't know what kind of drugs he did before I met him, but I do know he had taken drugs. It was mostly oral, anyway. I don't get the results until the 12th of July, so I'm just going to be waiting, waiting, waiting until then. I'm a little afraid I'll forget to go. Wouldn't that be awful? The whole point is to know, one way or the other, and forgetting would just completely ruin that. I don't know what I'll do if I'm positive. Call my mom, then call the GIND, probably, but I need a better plan than that. Oooh, e-mail all of those multiple partners should probably go on that list. I'll probably read the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, because it talks about a book that says Don't Panic. I am a frood, but I'm just a little... No, I'm really rather worried. Tuesday, June 27, 2000, 05:25 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Stay up! Monday, June 26, 2000, 01:36 a.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Decorate! I scavenged most of them when I went home after graduation, and I spent about 45 minutes tonight putting up the grand majority of them. They're vaguely color-coded, with the exception of the XF stuff, which is all on the wall by the TV. It makes me happy, because my apartment finally looks like my apartment, instead of my apartment. Friday, June 23, 2000, 12:25 a.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Agree with her! Friday, June 23, 2000, 12:02 a.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Go forth and be reborn!
What's that you say? I have way too much time on my hands? Naaaaaaaah... Thursday, June 22, 2000, 08:13 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Cue "Dueling Banjos"! Well, I find myself not knowing what to say to her, so I'll say it to you, my blog audience (knowing full well that she's a part of it). First of all, if she's upset that I called everyone boring ... if the sole interaction is conversation, and nobody frigging says anything, is that not boring? Second, I'm not saying that slashsluts is a bad idea. I'm saying that something in it isn't working, and I was wondering if it was me or them. I realize that there are periods when noone has anything to say. But by the same token, if an electronic forum goes unused, it dies. And if the last non-WQ post was on the 12th, and today is the 22nd, then Houston, we have a problem. Third, I know I have a paranoia about talking into this great electronic void and not being heard. So, I wanted to talk myself through my thoughts on slashslut before I talked to anybody else. These days, my most effective thinking things through time comes on the blog. (Also, I get responses from the people who read it, which helps me think about things more.) And besides, what would I say to them? "Xen, Bri, Toni, talk to me or I'll stop talking to you?" The effective threat potential strikes me as kinda minimal. I'm not sure any of them want to talk, either to me or each other. Last but not least, in this private message to Toni ... remember what you told me about talking about the GIND? Well, I fucking followed your advice! Ya wanna bitch at me for doing what you told me to? Thursday, June 22, 2000, 07:27 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
See the fixed mistake! Thursday, June 22, 2000, 07:24 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
random edicts de lundiApologize! My excuse is that I've been 1) helping with the Baltimore Gay Paper the past few evenings, and 2) been trying to connect with some flesh and blood people in Baltimore. If it were just a question of having enough adult (as in grown up, not blatantly sexual) discussion with people, my on-line friends would suffice, and I could stay home and update this blog everyday. But there's a certain amount of skin-to-skin contact that every human being needs; shaking hands and typing simply doesn't fulfill my quotient. Anyway, I do wish the people whose blogs I read would update, but I suppose I understand when life gets at you and you just can't manage it. Wednesday, June 21, 2000, 05:58 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Talk to me! That's kind of how I feel like with slashslut. I tried to start a couple of conversations on 'serious' issues: why is there so little girlslash, what should we do about Creation trying to kill the fan-run convention? When only Toni seemed interested in that, really, I tried offering up a slashy review of a new ep. Still no response, not even from Toni this time. I don't know if it's the idea that's broken, or if I'm just a boring conversationalist. I like to think I'm interesting, but maybe I'm not. And if this slash discussion isn't going to be any fun, maybe I should just pull out, give someone more ... stimulating a chance to be in the mix. sigh Wednesday, June 21, 2000, 05:52 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Drink it up! (Tea made in the southern United States, for those of you from other places, is actually liquid sugar with brown food coloring.) <--- Exagerration. In any case, Honest Tea is made from tea and filtered water and extremely tiny amounts of natural sweeteners, not high fructose corn syrup. And it tastes marvelous. Before I discovered Honest Tea, I was enamored of Tazo, but Honest Tea is better. However, my true beverage love is Stewart's Cream Ale. Stewart's is good, although their dessert flavored sodas (Orange-N-Cream, Key Lime and Lemon Meringue) are too sweet for me. But you can read all about it at BevNET, which is marvelous site that reviews products. It can turn you on to the great tasting ones, and the reviews for drinks they don't like are clever. Although you should be warned, they have a much higher sweetness tolerance than should be allowed. Other than that, I think they are dead on! Sunday, June 18, 2000, 10:09 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Write some more! Are we all hot and tired from summer? Have we insituted a new "weekends off" policy? Myself, I'm exhausted. I spent all day tramping around in book related happenings. I would tell you about them, but I'm too tired for that. AAAARGH! Saturday, June 17, 2000, 11:19 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
Talk it up! One of which is how I feel about her reading this blog. I mean, I dunno if I can write things about her in it, now that I know she's reading it. So, this particular entry is kind of a test in itself. Can I talk to myself about her in public, knowing she's part of the audience? And what I really want to talk about is the fact that she said she's .... (oooh, i'm running into an ethical dilemma here. she's got a feeling about someone who i know reads this blog. so, if i talk about it, i'm revealing her feelings about someone else to that someone else.) I'll have to sleep on whether or not this is fair. Anyone have advice? Thursday, June 15, 2000, 10:36 p.m. so spoke WitchQueen
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who am i?I call myself WitchQueen. I'm not a witch or pagan, and I'm not royalty. But I named myself on the SciFi bulletin board, and I've been that way ever since: a woman whose power lies in shaping her reality with words. I'm a polyamorous (yet single) young black lesbian living in Baltimore and I find that most of my social life revolves around the Net. what do i do?I'm a slash fan. I read and write slash, homoerotic stories about characters from television, movies, and other popular media. My current main fandom is Farscape, and my first real fandom was The X-Files. I dabble in a lot of other shows, particularly The Sentinel, Wiseguy, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I watch a lot of TV and tape a fair number of shows. what's the triumvirate?We three kings of Orient are.... *cough cough hack hack* Er, sorry, wrong trio. Toni was the first of us to get a blog. As I was going through a period of extreme Toniworship, I knew I had to get one, too. Often in my blog, I would mention the Girl I'm Not Dating (AKA the GIND), because I love her. In the meantime, she and Toni made independent contact. One day I mused aloud about her starting her own blog. Soon after that, she did. And so I (or the other two) may refer to ourselves as the triangle, the trio, and other various "three" words. stuff hereslashfen can blog
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