rm | alphabet meme answers, pt. 3: K

From this:
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Kissing.
This from

weirdodragoncat. I'm not sure I have anything to say. I mean, my partner is away, so I'm not getting any, and you've all heard my rant about Americans and air-kissing a hundred times and no one really wants to hear me rant about bad kissers from when I was 15. If I knew where the link was I'd just send you to the scorching Jack/Ianto movie theater makeout fic I read a couple days ago. That would amuse at least some of you. There really is something to be said for just necking. Okay, that's way too many disparate thoughts for a single paragraph.

Love

punzel says "What is it and what isn't it?" and the flip answer is that like porn, I know it when I see it. And I'm not entirely sure I want to be anything more than flip, because what I never want to contribute to on this topic is the random platitudes about it, the overly simplistic directives or the signs and symptoms lists that leave some people who are in the throes of love out in the cold. Love is complicated. But stepping up in the face of love shouldn't be -- not because things are easy or clear or people somehow aren't inherently cowardly, but because if you shut up and listen love is the way through. Always. It just doesn't always look like what you think it should or want it too. Which is how we get back to that complicated thing.

Mirrors
This from

tsarina. I love mirrors, love catching myself in random glass and it's far more curiosity than vanity. But more than anything it's a love of narrative and the constant desire to see myself on the set, in the story, amongst the world I often feel disconnected from or quietly baffled by. Not surprisingly, stories are in many ways my favorite mirrors, populated as they are by fictive yet physical representations of true things about me that aren't written in my flesh as I would often rather have it. For I am grand and strong and wicked and laughing and filthy and all of those things are true, but not always in the proportions that you or I get to see. And that's what's hard about life and what makes mirrors break my heart.

Necessity

j_v_lynch gave me this one, and I feel like I should say something more interesting than a typical remark on people's rather annoying inability to distinguish between need and want. I don't have a lot of patience for inefficiency in group situations -- whether that be at the workplace or in a social group that can't figure out where to have dinner. Because of that, it's often my inclination to do what's necessary, and often that's just the shit work that gets things done. My pride doesn't really have a problem with this, except in the way that what is impatience or leadership is often misread as submission -- at least when a woman is being useful. It's a real pain in the ass. And for my own sanity I've stopped doing a lot of the shit work in these situations. It's a little petty, but I need to establish myself in a certain way these days before I do anything that's going to let anyone disregard me as little miss fix it.

Online Anonymity

zarq asks about this. It's a much smaller issue for me than a lot of people. I conduct most of my online business under my real name or things easily traceable to it. Secrets are more dangerous than information. If I don't act ashamed of things, people don't go waiving them around as if they were weapons. That said, yes, I have another online identity under which I occasionally write RPS. It's less shame that I engage in this than just a bit of common sense, as I have a life that involves my having interactions with the most unlikely of people not just because of the acting and writing but because my life is funny that way.

I also don't think being anonymous online is a form a cowardice, which is a popular sentiment. Cowardice stems from action or inaction, not, usually from matters of identity (hypocrisy on matters of identity being a different issue -- such as closeted queers being involved in anti-gay activities and rhetoric). The problem with assholes on the Internet is that they are assholes, not that they are anonymous.