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taratemimaYou ever have moments when what you thought you were going to say came out entirely different?
I am getting that with my original pieces. I am not writing as a seventeen year old boy, I am writing it as, well, me. As you know, I am not a seventeen year old boy, so I should not make seventeen year old boys talk like me. But he is.
I am also getting it with this thread on RPS/F.
What I meant to say was "There was two extremes: 'Everyone is gay, and all the evil PR people are suppressing knowledge of it' and 'RPS writers are evil, evil people making celebrities cry.' You can write it, and not be part of the first group, and you can not like RPS and not be part of the second group."
(Evil PR? Even in the bad old days of Hollywood, someone somewhere got word out some movie hunk was gay. Blind items, anyone? Trust me, if someone knows that [insert hunk here] is gay or bisexual, they will talk.)
It is a little too much work for me to figure if someone famous is hiding something. I figure they are probably kinkier in private than we think, and if I think someone makes a cute couple, that provides fodder for fantasies and nothing more, unless they say it. *cheerleading bi pride here* Folks, they won't come out unless you come out if you're something other than a Kinsey 0, and if you don't give people support when they do. And fight stuff like laws against benefits for same-sex partners and stuff. *cheerleading off*
What came out was this. Damn defensive and wanky, huh?
I think the bone of contention is this. Some people don't want to read about themselves in someone's sexual or otherwise fantasies, and assume that others don't either. Fine.
If I was famous, and I highly doubt it will happen in my lifetime, and I read some fangirl/boy's fantasies about me, I would laugh and laugh and laugh. Especially if it was really atrocious writing that had me screaming sentences for my orgasms and zero knowledge of the female anatomy. Because there would be so much bullshit slung about me, that it would be static. On the other hands, if people are that stupid, maybe I rather they stick to Lara Croft.
As for RPS, when people laugh at me, I can grit my teeth and say 'Thank you, may I have another?' Because, hey, I laugh at people convinced that Dom and Elijah are the Tristan and Isolde of gay Hollywood. I can keep my wacky theorizing about the love lives of my preferred pairing to a sympathetic fellower slasher and not post it to Datalounge.
My stuff is not going to make anyone cry, rot teeth or destroy civilization. On the scale of wrong things, it is right there with chanting dirty limericks and graffiti giving out people's phone numbers, but less wrong than sleazy political campaigns and Scientology.
Um yeah. I think I'll just focus on my wacky love life right now, like why I met girls and never see them again, or why I seem to go for long-distance relationships that never seem to be very magical when I meet with the person, but can have great conversations with faraway. Yeah.
On less a wanky note, I have paid some bills and will call CIGNA to see if they can refer me to a local psychologist specializing in Aspergers and ADD, just to make sure I don't misdiagnosed or misprescribed and all that. I also will make notes for my learner's permit and look up information on an Irish passport. Sometime this week, I need to call Nana to get Dada's birth certificate.
I am getting that with my original pieces. I am not writing as a seventeen year old boy, I am writing it as, well, me. As you know, I am not a seventeen year old boy, so I should not make seventeen year old boys talk like me. But he is.
I am also getting it with this thread on RPS/F.
What I meant to say was "There was two extremes: 'Everyone is gay, and all the evil PR people are suppressing knowledge of it' and 'RPS writers are evil, evil people making celebrities cry.' You can write it, and not be part of the first group, and you can not like RPS and not be part of the second group."
(Evil PR? Even in the bad old days of Hollywood, someone somewhere got word out some movie hunk was gay. Blind items, anyone? Trust me, if someone knows that [insert hunk here] is gay or bisexual, they will talk.)
It is a little too much work for me to figure if someone famous is hiding something. I figure they are probably kinkier in private than we think, and if I think someone makes a cute couple, that provides fodder for fantasies and nothing more, unless they say it. *cheerleading bi pride here* Folks, they won't come out unless you come out if you're something other than a Kinsey 0, and if you don't give people support when they do. And fight stuff like laws against benefits for same-sex partners and stuff. *cheerleading off*
What came out was this. Damn defensive and wanky, huh?
I think the bone of contention is this. Some people don't want to read about themselves in someone's sexual or otherwise fantasies, and assume that others don't either. Fine.
If I was famous, and I highly doubt it will happen in my lifetime, and I read some fangirl/boy's fantasies about me, I would laugh and laugh and laugh. Especially if it was really atrocious writing that had me screaming sentences for my orgasms and zero knowledge of the female anatomy. Because there would be so much bullshit slung about me, that it would be static. On the other hands, if people are that stupid, maybe I rather they stick to Lara Croft.
As for RPS, when people laugh at me, I can grit my teeth and say 'Thank you, may I have another?' Because, hey, I laugh at people convinced that Dom and Elijah are the Tristan and Isolde of gay Hollywood. I can keep my wacky theorizing about the love lives of my preferred pairing to a sympathetic fellower slasher and not post it to Datalounge.
My stuff is not going to make anyone cry, rot teeth or destroy civilization. On the scale of wrong things, it is right there with chanting dirty limericks and graffiti giving out people's phone numbers, but less wrong than sleazy political campaigns and Scientology.
Um yeah. I think I'll just focus on my wacky love life right now, like why I met girls and never see them again, or why I seem to go for long-distance relationships that never seem to be very magical when I meet with the person, but can have great conversations with faraway. Yeah.
On less a wanky note, I have paid some bills and will call CIGNA to see if they can refer me to a local psychologist specializing in Aspergers and ADD, just to make sure I don't misdiagnosed or misprescribed and all that. I also will make notes for my learner's permit and look up information on an Irish passport. Sometime this week, I need to call Nana to get Dada's birth certificate.
