I really, really need to remember that, as primitive and intense a pleasure it is to stay up all night writing, it is an equally primitive and intense misery to go into work having gotten zero hours, zero minutes of sleep. If I post something utterly incomprehensible somewhere today, that is why.
I have always looked at the X-Movieverse with bemused detachment. It feels odd to be in Victoria P.'s fandom! Even for a brief visit. I don't see how the movies can sustain extended writing, unless you try to graft on the comics continuity. But a story, or, it seems, two? Sure, why not? It's nice to feel a little bit of the infamous "new relationship energy" with a fandom again, inasmuch as I'm positively ancient in SV.
I have a kink that is easily mistaken for domesticity: the "ordinary-day" kink. It's not that I pine to see my boys settle down and buy curtains; that's just dull. It's that I'm intensely curious to see how extraordinary people do things like wash the dishes or take out the trash, and ordinary life for most people does involve living in a household of some kind. I think I'm pretty intrigued by and attuned to weird households for a nonpolyamorist, inasmuch I spent some of my toddler years toddling about a left-wing religious commune. How do a pack of globetrotting mutant terrorists share a house? And how gay can it possibly be?
Posted by Sarah T. at June 9, 2003 12:03 PM | TrackBack