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Well . . .
Jun. 23rd, 2020 06:07 pmI am quite pleased with the response here on Dreamwidth . . . I was in such need of likeminded, caring voices in my life, responding to my stories which, let's all admit, are truly intimate parts of ourselves. I am not an attention whore, not quite, but so rarely allow myself any praise or credit that looking at my fics and saying "well done me" is a true and much needed pat on my own back.
Life wise, because yes this is a journal, I'm playing a very stange, annoying cat and mouse upon a chess board game with an ex-girlfriend who is finally planning to return some of my property. Not much, just some various items of clothing, a box set of the Alien movies, and the COMPLETE Battlestar Galactica series on DVD *internal compuston* but even if they aren't diamonds I'd hoped, upon breaking up, that they would have been returned sooner than 6 months past. For Christ's sake . . .
Better than the ex-boyfriend who literally did the thrown-in-the-front-garden trope, which was embarassing . . . I return items that aren't mine. I have a very strong, highly valued moral compass swiveling in my bosom and right is right, wrong is wrong (some things are wrong and they're always wrong, thanks BJ, and thanks whomever gets that reference) and even when it hurts you do the right thing!
*ggrrrr*
Also read three Stephen Fry books over the last few weeks and must say his beautiful soul and fucked-up (forgive me, love, you know what I mean) mind have given me true hope. This wretched body I inhabit, all its flaws and imperfections, all the turmoil it causes me seems more managable now that I know he feels the same. If you haven't read them, any of his books (read most, though recently the last two of his bio and one novel) you should. My dear sweet Stephen, how loved you are . . . and fuck, he found Hugh. How? How the fuck did the Fates, typically so cruel, allow this one kindness on the world?
I love the story that Stephen tells of their first meeting, of a tall lad with triangles of scarlet on his cheeks whom given an instant fell in love . . . also when they had a fight, Stepehn had not been honest, and afterwards, parted, Hugh sent Stephen a letter saying "it's like you don't know how much I love you".
*heart crushes into squishy bits*
And she's postponed for another night . . . car troubles. Really?
Besides all that, I'm feeling better-ish. I wish I was in more of mood for writing *eek* have some fics to finish. My brain is fucked too, Stephen. It feels good accepting it, as it is, as I am, but given that I only have the one life, the one body, I wish it were different. Suppose I haven't fully accepted it after all *groans*
Life wise, because yes this is a journal, I'm playing a very stange, annoying cat and mouse upon a chess board game with an ex-girlfriend who is finally planning to return some of my property. Not much, just some various items of clothing, a box set of the Alien movies, and the COMPLETE Battlestar Galactica series on DVD *internal compuston* but even if they aren't diamonds I'd hoped, upon breaking up, that they would have been returned sooner than 6 months past. For Christ's sake . . .
Better than the ex-boyfriend who literally did the thrown-in-the-front-garden trope, which was embarassing . . . I return items that aren't mine. I have a very strong, highly valued moral compass swiveling in my bosom and right is right, wrong is wrong (some things are wrong and they're always wrong, thanks BJ, and thanks whomever gets that reference) and even when it hurts you do the right thing!
*ggrrrr*
Also read three Stephen Fry books over the last few weeks and must say his beautiful soul and fucked-up (forgive me, love, you know what I mean) mind have given me true hope. This wretched body I inhabit, all its flaws and imperfections, all the turmoil it causes me seems more managable now that I know he feels the same. If you haven't read them, any of his books (read most, though recently the last two of his bio and one novel) you should. My dear sweet Stephen, how loved you are . . . and fuck, he found Hugh. How? How the fuck did the Fates, typically so cruel, allow this one kindness on the world?
I love the story that Stephen tells of their first meeting, of a tall lad with triangles of scarlet on his cheeks whom given an instant fell in love . . . also when they had a fight, Stepehn had not been honest, and afterwards, parted, Hugh sent Stephen a letter saying "it's like you don't know how much I love you".
*heart crushes into squishy bits*
And she's postponed for another night . . . car troubles. Really?
Besides all that, I'm feeling better-ish. I wish I was in more of mood for writing *eek* have some fics to finish. My brain is fucked too, Stephen. It feels good accepting it, as it is, as I am, but given that I only have the one life, the one body, I wish it were different. Suppose I haven't fully accepted it after all *groans*
