Even for Timmy The Mindfucker, yep(Mindfuckers unite! If it feels right, maybe. Not that I judge...but you know). That'll teach me not to draft first, damn it. Will change to "He thought he put her out of his mind." Yeah?

Will change to "He thought he put her out of his mind." Yeah?

Sounds good.

The fic is excllent, btw.

Anybody got a problem with your use of profanity in fiction, you look 'em in the eye and say, "Suck my cock, bitch." Especially if they're a guy.

Bwah!Thanks. And they can kiss my entire crippled ass.(even though they have them, too. Community, my ass.)The funny part is you know me more than an hour, you know I talk like that. Where comes the shock? And compared to...Paulie Walnuts, my language is quite pristine.

The only time I have any problem with profanity is in large mixed public gatherings, where no one knows each other - malls, elevators, public transport. And there, it's akin my dislike of people blaring their music. Um, hey, asswipes? What makes you think I want to share your taste in music, profanity or whatever?

When it comes to writing? I endorse Hec's comment. Tell 'em to blow you.

Jesus, Erika, this is SO damned good. And I've still never seen H:LotS, and you're so totally selling me on it. But you're a fucking good writer, woman. You really are - deft and witty and the luscious turns of phrase keep right on coming. You go, girl.

Thanks. So nice to hear. I had a post but it disappeared. It was slow to get to the point anyway. I don't mean to say that I don't believe in time and place for profanity...the current profusion of cursing grannies on TV is too much for me(love that the Simpsons make fun of this)btw, but as the only "note" I ever got? As if... I read a Joseph Wambaugh book one time about a millionaire that fell in love with his "outcall masseuse" and thought she was much cleaner than she was, which was kind of the inspiration besides "ooh, pretty!" for T/F.

I can see I'm going to rent some H:LotS. And I don't like cop shows at all.

The funny part is you know me more than an hour, you know I talk like that. Where comes the shock?

erika, that's because as a Wheeled American, you're supposed to be a saint and a model and Teach Us All About Life. (Kind of like the Magical Retarded Black Man they're talking about in the movies thread because of Cuba Gooding's new movie.)

However, I vote you don't teach anybody anything about life and keep on swearing like Eminem. And keep writing your crossovers....

However, I vote you don't teach anybody anything about life and keep on swearing like Eminem.

I vote she runs over their toes with her wheelchair. I was in a wheelchair as an adult for the better part of 16 months (car accident, 37 broken bones, plastic now in both ankles and kneecaps) and I got really handy with nailing assholes with the chair. And the best part was, they couldn't hit me. Ha!

Ooh, that too, Deb. Good plan.

The Magical Cripple theory is funny, but I think this particular group was just not a good fit. They would tell me they were writing a sketch for "Reader's Digest" and I'd think "Oh, good one." and then I'd find out they were serious. Right? That kind of thing. But I did stun a carpet layer once, with my story that had an affair in it, instead of the Crip Experience. Cause he knew some chick that painted mosaics with her toes or something and Crip Art is Beautiful. So he *had* to see it.

"I think you'll find this is different than you're expecting(I'd rewritten one of my instructor's stories from the woman's view...my first fic!)
"You need to have more faith in yourself." Everyone tells me how I'm fucked up.
He read it and couldn't leave fast enough.He didn't say another word, either.And I still think Eminem makes me look like a rank amateur.