SophieMax and Liese -- I *love* those!
Buffy: He ran away, right? Giles: Sort of, more. turned and swept out majestically, I suppose. Said I didn't concern him. Buffy: So a mythic triumph over a completely indifferent foe? Giles: Well, I'm not dead or unconscious, so I say bravo for me.
'Same Time, Same Place'
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Steph L. - Aug 19, 2004 4:56:08 am PDT #6100 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Sophie Max - Aug 19, 2004 6:19:00 am PDT #6101 of 10001
Love the whale, Liese, that was awesome. Chills.
ChiKat - Aug 19, 2004 6:45:25 am PDT #6102 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Summer vacation. Serious pool time. Bathing suit. In public.
But, I’ve been revamping my body for a year. I’m feeling sassy. I pull out a two-piece suit. Two. Count them. One. Two. I start breathing a bit too quickly. My throat tightens up. I feel my stomach rolling.
I ask opinions from my friends. Queer eye for the insecure straight girl. Matt tosses my other suit, the one piece, away exclaiming, “Wear the cute one!”
At the pool, the chorus of gay men sing, “You work it, girl.”
Gay men are glorious creatures.
Polter-Cow - Aug 19, 2004 6:46:44 am PDT #6103 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
I like it. Nice staccato style.
erikaj - Aug 19, 2004 8:04:49 am PDT #6104 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
They are all cool, in so many different ways. The best thing about drabble challenges is the range of responses to a single topic.(And how weird is it that I'd already written something with so much stomach in it?)
deborah grabien - Aug 19, 2004 8:59:22 am PDT #6105 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Scars
"Show me."
He looks at me, brown eyes guarded in a too-thin face. The marks of long illness are visible, if you know what you're looking for.
"Please?"
"Why do you want to see them?" His trusts me, and with damned good reason. I've never seen him naked, but I want to, I want to.
Impatient, I reach out and open his shirt. The scars are blue, crisscrossing his abdomen; two kidney operations, a heart surgery.
I kneel, touching my tongue to his scars. He touches the top of my head, as I kiss his belly, his scars, his survival.
(and yes, autobiographical)
ChiKat - Aug 19, 2004 9:02:07 am PDT #6106 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Geez, deb. You're makin' me cry.
This?
his scars, his survival
Is exactly how I view my huge neck scar. And why I dig it.
deborah grabien - Aug 19, 2004 9:08:08 am PDT #6107 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
It really took some doing, to make him understand that I thought his scars were beautiful.
erikaj - Aug 19, 2004 9:27:38 am PDT #6108 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I've written that into scenes myself, before.
erikaj - Aug 19, 2004 9:35:26 am PDT #6109 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Does it ever stop feeling like fic? Cause now, I'm not straight-up ficcing as such, but it feels like I'm ficcing different people now. Lehane, David Simon, Sue Grafton, well, it still feels like doing impressions.Maybe I have to keep it that way to avoid that "What if I clutch and my dreams crash and burn?" thing.