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Wow, Plei. Dark and beautiful, like always.

A little bit from the Munchkin

Let me tell you something that will tell you all you need to know about men.(Not that a young woman like yourself needs instruction from the likes of me. You're probably better off sticking to that cybersex anyway. What's that about? I'm in my box, you're in your box...you should pardon the expression, maybe we exchange photos..maybe not. Maybe I'm an old woman from France...maybe I'm a dwarf. Oh, I see that look, you're one of *those*. Ok, maybe I'm a little person. So anonymous and tawdry. But on the upside, everyone keeps their hands out of each other's pockets. Trust me, babe, there's a lot to be said for that kind of arrangement) Where was I?

The thing you have to know is, inside every man, no matter how big a putz he is, there's a part of him that wants to be Batman.-more-

The Dark Knight, master of all he surveys, even as he has to go to the insurance office or, God forbid, the mortuary, and eat shit. Under the pocket protector beats the heart of a hero, okay? And it would seem that I am so cynical, so battle-hardened by years spent watching stupid people kill each other, that my boyish illusions would vanish into an ether that looks much like the particulates surrounding this, my late adopted city? You'd think so, wouldn't you?But if you think this, you've only been watching television Batman, Saturday-morning Batman, because comic Batman would understand how I can drain some venal pencil-pusher and still feel like a hero. Because he is dark and haunted by his past, a little like me. Although goyish, and as such, able to construct and maintain his own utility belt. In my family? With his money? We'd call in a Utility Belt Guy.

OK, that's scary.

Because I have this sneaking suspicion that you're right. Batman.

Huh. It explains a lot.

Although goyish, and as such, able to construct and maintain his own utility belt. In my family? With his money? We'd call in a Utility Belt Guy.

I think I just snorted up my own nose.

Plei, I might have as well, if I wasn't still lost in the utter wonder of the Every(Bat)Man concept.

What scares me is that I don't even know how I knew that.(OK, only about a million stand-up comics have told me about Jews and getting The Guy, but...) I would hardly call myself an expert on the XY people. And not on Batman since I was eleven or so.

Plei, the first one was fun and the second one was more disturbing than I was ready for. Very shivery making.

Erika, man, that's just amazing, beyond amazing.

Thanks. Honestly, I wondered as I was typing it whether the utility belt bit was going too far, but it got a laugh so...I just wouldn't want anybody to think I'm pulling a Tim Watley(comedian on Seinfeld who converted to make Jewish jokes)

This is an interesting Spike/Buffy smutfic...

WindSparrow "Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers" Jan 2, 2004 9:13:56 pm PST

Or a link to one, anyway...