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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Thanks, skipper.

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.

Thanks...I do sneak the politics in...my fanfics have political warnings appended, after all.Formica's funny to me, all those nauseous-making colors being anybody's must-haves, especially that pepto pink...you know the one. But for a while, it was just the shit. I believe I've had that story in me since I watched my grandma's customers go in and come out with the same hair.Which of course I said. "Mom, she didn't *do* anything." I...got shushed a lot as a girl.