Thing is, the object isn't to come out feeling ok - the thing about this stuff is that healing won't necessarily mean feeling good. I expect this is going to be an open wound or a tender tooth for as long as I've got on this planet.
But at least I'll be able to see it. I hope.
Or, in the words of that tender philosopher, Denis Leary, "Life sucks. Get a helmet."
(I wasn't exactly directing that at Deb, though.)
The reading was amazing--SO! MUCH! FUN!
The Haiku deathmatch turned out to be just me vs. Thessaly, first won to nine wins. I took it, but by the skin of my teeth!
Comic book haiku!
Yay Victor!Thessaly's are good too but she knows a lot more about this than I.
An X-men comic
Is the disability experience
With a little more fighting.
ETA: I found that out,
when I was nine, and told no one
Gay folks don't own subtext.
Are any of my beta readers around later? Next chunk of Cruel Sister.
erika, you're taking mad liberties with the syllable allotment of the haiku form, babe.
But they're damned funny, too.
Deb, I'm here and more than willing to read!
Kewl! Sending. I'm just attaching the whole thing, rather than splitting out the new stuff, so I'd suggest just reading all of chapter one.
Man, not only am I not a poet, I can't fucking count. Damn. Thanks, Deb.