Speaking of which...
Inverted
My first impression of him is not nearly so important to me as his of me.
Mine: a thickening of blood, a sense of urgency, need, want, something beyond words. Physically there were long beautiful fingers, brown eyes taking up half his face, thin chestnut-blonde hair, a voice I would never lose again, a smile that owned my heart.
His: I know because, shameless and young and insatiably curious, I asked him. Tell me what you thought, that first time you saw me? Please?
He smiled, and brushed his lips against my hair, and told me. I thought, here comes something different.
TEPPY: what's wrong with the livejournal GWW? It's been giving me "no posting in here, read only" for a good 45 minutes now.
quasi-Orwellian numberslut
If they had been girlfriends and eavesdropped on “Soul Train” together, she might have said “Ain’t no thing.”
This line is brilliant. The idea of "eavesdropping" is a perfect kind of nod/way to call attention to appropriation: sharp, but not crass.
I often wonder how one sticks to their politics in fiction... I stuggle with it, especially in humorous pieces --my humour is decidely non pc-- but ultimately the risque joke seems to quash my pocofemsensibilities.
For those writers on lj, a new community where you can ask those nagging questions of what's possible and what can I get away with. Looks like it could be very useful.
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My mother still says that and "copacetic" sometimes from her Don Cornelius phase.
My writing always has political messages in it, sometimes when I don't think I want them.ETA: Whew, just under the limit...anybody want to beta...if you can do it in the next few days, mind you, because it's got to have time to be fixed and get to the City of The BrokenHearted by mail.
But I don't mind telling y'all that I am most impressed with myself for even having a mostly-finished story this length in this time frame, coming from nothing just a few days ago. Right this minute, I feel like I rule.(Won't last, that's why I'm documenting it.)
erika, send. I'll do my damndest to get to yours - and Susan's - later today, after my neuro appointment.
OK... Didn't want to strain the marriage. I think it's almost there, though, the story.
erika: not sure if you were doing it on purpose, but it didn't seem "messagey" in any kind of overt way ... It has the ambiguity of being either vernacular or ambiguous in the context of your setting. That's why I like it.
Also, *love love love* the description/implications of Formica... At the WAG I actually went to a multimedia show where these well-known feminist artists (local maybe, I can't remember their names) had made a dress out of pink Formica. It had drawers and cupboards and you actually had to have someone help you in and out of it.
Also, I could be picking up on the politics not because they are overt, but because I am currently dragging myself through three term papers while popping post ear-surgery T3s (from mono to a bleeding growth in my ear... This has not been a good 6 months for my health) and I'm in that sort of uber-critical/psychadellic space.
