OMG, I explained aromanticism to my mother this week. Happy birthday, mum! Or, rather, I didn't explain it, I just mentioned the term. And she went "Is that what you think you are?" I then tried to explain the hegemony of straight cis-dom, and she stopped me to ask what cis meant (she missed not a beat with "the opposite of trans"--it saves time having a molecular biologist as a mother sometimes, but not often) and she shrugged and it didn't bother her one bit or dissuade her from her goal to see me partnered or enbabied. She just doesn't care.
And you're sure this isn't just some fanboy thing? 'Cause I've fought more than a couple pimply, overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.
Buffy ,'Lessons'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2011 2:02:20 pm PDT #14200 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Cass - Jun 24, 2011 2:08:31 pm PDT #14201 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
My eldest just sent me a short story he wrote. I think it might be decent, too.
That's pretty cool.
The irresponsibility, it burns.
Yes. Yes, it does. I was going to type more but that sums it up too perfectly.
and she shrugged and it didn't bother her one bit or dissuade her from her goal to see me partnered or enbabied. She just doesn't care.
The mom wants what the mom wants?
Amy - Jun 24, 2011 2:09:29 pm PDT #14202 of 30001
Because books.
"Enbabied" could now be my new favorite word. "Did you hear Misha Collins and his wife are now enbabied?" Oh yeah.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2011 2:17:47 pm PDT #14203 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Fuck, this is a cool poster. Want. But I really need to set an upper limit on my geekdom.
The mom wants what the mom wants?
I secretly believe she's aromantic too. She wants me in love because the endorphins should mitigate the pain, and she wants me to have babies because that way her DNA will be propagated. It's all woefully pragmatic.
Vortex - Jun 24, 2011 2:18:57 pm PDT #14204 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
FCM: Batman, Superman, Captain America
Given that I imprinted on Christopher Reeve when I was 10 or so (even still, I love a tall dark haired guy with blue or green eyes)
F: Batman (I enjoy men with issues) C: Captain America (he came of age in the 40s, he'll have all sorts of baggage) M: Superman (as long as the whole Woman of Kleenx thing is a myth)
As for plans this weekend - gay country bar drinking for my friend's boyfriend's birthday. The parking will be dreadful, but I'm not going to want to ride the bus back at 11 or so I might just deal with finding a space. And a cab will be at least $15, which irritates me.
tommyrot - Jun 24, 2011 2:31:35 pm PDT #14205 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
What are people doing this weekend?
Maybe going car-shoping. And/or putzing with my Lincoln, which I have not driven this year.
Lee - Jun 24, 2011 2:34:41 pm PDT #14206 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Who are you, and why are you asking that question?
There is just no pleasing you, is there?
meara - Jun 24, 2011 2:46:57 pm PDT #14207 of 30001
gay country bar drinking for my friend's boyfriend's birthday. The parking will be dreadful,
Sigh. I remember when Remmie's and the Phase were in a BAD neighborhood, and there was PLENTY of parking...and only a pizza place behind a bulletproof window to eat at.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2011 3:05:36 pm PDT #14208 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There is just no pleasing you, is there?
Nope, she says brightly.
My sister is in Pittsburgh right now. Which means she's surrounded by furries. Furries, magnets, and Sam/Gabriel shippers. I just don't get how they work. However, I am introducing her to the lingo. It's what big sisters are for.
Lee - Jun 24, 2011 3:11:38 pm PDT #14209 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Do the Furries congegrate in Pittsburgh now?