I refuse to speak on how rounded you are.

As for the New Romantics, my only plea is that I grew up on the borders of Appalachia, where there wasn't a whole lot of exposure to "those sorts." Plus I was raised by Puritans.

Oh, heck, I'll just mosey over to that lovely website of wet, scrubbed, clean, lickable men. Then maybe the one with the glasses. And hit replay on the Billy CD, too.

ita, I think you have a picture for everything. I like that about you, a lot.

I am sadly lacking in the "men in eyeliner are hot" gene.

I keep re-reading this sentence, but can't seem to understand it.

I saw a note on a random LJ recently that some high school boy was suspended for wearing eyeliner.

America is kinda fucked up, I think.

I saw a note on a random LJ recently that some high school boy was suspended for wearing eyeliner.

Oh, yes, because wearing eyeliner is a sign that they're murderous psychopaths who've joined a devil-worshipping cult. Didn't you get the memo?

because wearing eyeliner is a sign that they're murderous psychopaths who've joined a devil-worshipping cult. Didn't you get the memo?

Or they're just weird.

t ducks and runs like mad

Well, and really. (a) Does anybody who got a good look at Robert Smith from the Cure really think he could win a death match with an angry squirrel? and (b) does nobody watch South Park? Men in eyeliner are, like, our saviors from Barbra Streisand.

ok erikaj told me to come here .. so uhm hi to everyone !

There are some Angel and Buffy scripts on our site and maybe someone wants to read .... We would be really grateful for feedback !

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have fun reading ...

oh and would anyone like to see / read an episode where numfar comes back?

So I'm reading the Honeymoon story from the Domestic Piranhas series on my Palm in the break room before my shift starts. Lara, current project manager, former boss, in any case ahead of me on the managerial ladder, comes in and says "Oh, you're reading a book on your Palm? How cool. Is it hard to read on that little screen?" She wanders over to glance at the screen. I demonstrate the font change, thinking she either won't bother to look at the words or she won't recognize them. Then she says, "Oh, Buffy! I saw the words Xander and Spike. Is that fanfiction?" "Uh huh," I say lamely, turning off the screen, because they're just about to make out against the lamp post, and I"m not at all sure of the etiquette of a higher manager finding one reading smut on one's own time on one's own Palm.

So, quandary. She sounded interested, and, heck, she even knows fan fiction exists. A general discussion of fanfic might not be too bad, and I could take hte lead from her on whether slash should ever come up. She knows I write--I did a film noir librarian series for the company newsletter--and she'll ask if I write fanfic. If I say yes, she'll want to read it. Reading slash is one thing, but I'm a bit uneasy at her finding some of the stuff I've done, even aside from the weirdness of having someone who knows me knowing what kind of images cavort in my mind.

Connie, tell her you'd like her to read the really good authors (implying you're not, though we all know better) and give her a list of recs as long as your arm. By the time she's done with that, she'll have forgotten that you write it OR you'll be more comfortable allowing her to read yours.