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I'll warn you now, this post will spring lightly from topic to topic with no regard for segues.
I moved into my apartment. Yay for not sleeping on my friend's futon anymore!!! Boo for having no tv or computer yet!!! I did get a library card, though, so I've managed to get some computer time that *isn't* a total abuse of company policy. The library here is awesome. I really like the construction, and they have several books on polymer clay (one interest of mine) and a decent graphic novels collection (yet another interest). Other than the library and work, I haven't been getting out of the apartment much. It's a great apartment, but it's so empty. I moved out with only what would fit in a Honda Civic, so you can imagine how little that fills up a two bedroom apartment.
I hate the fact that I have to justify my fanfic addiction to people. My husband got really annoyed when it became clear my interest in it was more than just academic. Especially when I'm upset, I read a ton of fanfic as an escape, and he thinks I should be talking to him about what's wrong instead. (Those who developed the theories about men not talking about their feelings never met Michael. Yes, Deborah Tannen, I'm talking to you.) I've carefully hidden my fanfic from my parents and siblings, as the homophobia runs deep there, and I'm all about the slash. Fanfic combines a form of entertainment, a hobby, and a forum for meeting and interacting with people - it's a part of my life that I enjoy, and I resent the fact that I have to hide it or be subjected to disgusted lectures. My friends aren't disgusted by it, but they don't get it, either. They joke about the fact that I write "gay Buffy porn" in a tone that makes it clear they find it laughable. I have to defend myself, which irritates the hell out of me. So I end up not telling anyone about it. Which sucks when I want to babble about a story I just read or the bounce about fact that I have two stories nominated for awards right now. I just have to talk to you guys, instead!
I was reading "No Refunds or Exchanges" by
astolat and I saw that she had Vince/Eric Entourage fic. Yum!! I devoured her three stories and ransacked the web for more, only to find absurdly few fics out there. *pouts* I want more!!! If anyone out there feels inspired to write Vince/Eric, I'll read it. I'll beta it on library computers. I'll bribe you, whatever you want. ...um...That didn't sound desperate or anything, did it?
Okay, that's all for right now. Thanks for being a sounding board for a bored, bored woman.
I moved into my apartment. Yay for not sleeping on my friend's futon anymore!!! Boo for having no tv or computer yet!!! I did get a library card, though, so I've managed to get some computer time that *isn't* a total abuse of company policy. The library here is awesome. I really like the construction, and they have several books on polymer clay (one interest of mine) and a decent graphic novels collection (yet another interest). Other than the library and work, I haven't been getting out of the apartment much. It's a great apartment, but it's so empty. I moved out with only what would fit in a Honda Civic, so you can imagine how little that fills up a two bedroom apartment.
I hate the fact that I have to justify my fanfic addiction to people. My husband got really annoyed when it became clear my interest in it was more than just academic. Especially when I'm upset, I read a ton of fanfic as an escape, and he thinks I should be talking to him about what's wrong instead. (Those who developed the theories about men not talking about their feelings never met Michael. Yes, Deborah Tannen, I'm talking to you.) I've carefully hidden my fanfic from my parents and siblings, as the homophobia runs deep there, and I'm all about the slash. Fanfic combines a form of entertainment, a hobby, and a forum for meeting and interacting with people - it's a part of my life that I enjoy, and I resent the fact that I have to hide it or be subjected to disgusted lectures. My friends aren't disgusted by it, but they don't get it, either. They joke about the fact that I write "gay Buffy porn" in a tone that makes it clear they find it laughable. I have to defend myself, which irritates the hell out of me. So I end up not telling anyone about it. Which sucks when I want to babble about a story I just read or the bounce about fact that I have two stories nominated for awards right now. I just have to talk to you guys, instead!
I was reading "No Refunds or Exchanges" by
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Okay, that's all for right now. Thanks for being a sounding board for a bored, bored woman.
Now with link!
Date: 2007-05-02 08:50 am (UTC)Re: Now with link!
Date: 2007-05-15 02:05 am (UTC)I refuse to read boyband slash on the principle that I don't even listen to their music. It seems wrong to enjoy writers manipulating the lives of guys whose albums I don't even buy, you know? Seriously, don't tempt me. I'm not ready to start enjoying something I'm so determined to stay away from.
Re: Now with link!
Date: 2007-05-15 04:06 am (UTC)I have no problem respecting that boundary, and won't push any on you. Sometimes I can't believe I'm reading it, but damn, the things I'll do for well written fic with good porn, ya know? I'd stop myself from reading it, but I admitted long ago that I just apparently have no shame when it comes to fic. But I won't even recommend the Buffyverse AU world where Xander, Angel, Spike, and... someone? Lindsey?... are in a boyband.
Hee, I'm so glad you liked the bakeryverse stuff! I remember when I first found it :) Crackfic has a special place in my heart that can't be explained.