That's WONDERFUL, Jilli! Congratulations to you.
Most people is pretty quiet right about now. Me, I see a stiff -- one I didn't have to kill myself -- I just get, the urge to, you know, do stuff. Like work out, run around, maybe get some trim if there's a willin' woman about... not that I get flush from corpses or anything. I ain't crazy.
Jayne ,'The Message'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Nicole - Feb 15, 2006 2:24:31 pm PST #5474 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
sj - Feb 15, 2006 2:49:21 pm PST #5475 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Congratulations, Jilli!!! I already have a list of people I want to buy your book for. Go you!!!
Zenkitty - Feb 15, 2006 4:22:00 pm PST #5476 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Fantastic, Jilli!
§ ita § - Feb 15, 2006 8:27:48 pm PST #5477 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Rock on, Jilli!
Liese S. - Feb 16, 2006 5:20:34 am PST #5478 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Congratulations, Jilli! That's fantastic!
Aims - Feb 16, 2006 8:45:42 am PST #5479 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Camouflage
They are my world. I could never leave them. They are what completes me.
And yet, there you are. Just out of reach, never to be had. It doesn’t stop me from trying. In my own little world, we are in love, we have the passion we’ve always yearned for but have never experienced. In my mind, I am everything to you that I am not to myself.
But it will never be; it can never be.
So, I hide.
In a bundle of computer chips and family anecdotes.
Because I don’t know what I would do if you really saw me.
Scrappy - Feb 16, 2006 8:47:03 am PST #5480 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Hooray, Jilli!!!!!! SO very cool and totally deserved.
§ ita § - Feb 16, 2006 8:56:04 am PST #5481 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I haven't done this in a while, and meant to do something totally unrelated to myself, but...what can you do?
Camouflage
When the silk falls aside (it always does) you will see what I cannot hide, merely postpone. You may wonder at the bruises, and you may wonder at the bruiser. How will you react?
If you look past the bruises, accept them, soon you will see past the rings and the bracelets and notice hands that have learnt to kill, past the shiny shoes to feet that strike to the head.
Beneath my shirt lie rectus abdominis, obliques, and latissimus dorsi as well as the breasts you seek.
You will accept what's underneath, because you are the same, but unhidden.
Aims - Feb 16, 2006 8:59:12 am PST #5482 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Nice, ita.
Connie Neil - Feb 16, 2006 10:00:29 am PST #5483 of 10001
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Five foot two, eyes of blue. Clear, fair skin, naturally curly red hair, big tits. Seems like a win on nature's lottery.
My mother frowns at my new black, well-fitting sweater. "It's too tight." I go through a crosswalk. "Nice tits!" yells the kid out of his car window as his buddies snicker and others turn to look. The pickup driver slows down, honks and leers. Two guys walk towards me, elbowing each other. "My buddy likes your tits," one grins.
Food doesn't leer, doesn't give the old up-and-down look. Baggy clothes are very comfortable. People look away from fat women, and a taste of my snark stops cruel remarks in their tracks.
Having experienced both, I'd rather be respected than admired.