sundries of breathing
Mar. 27th, 2009 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rm- After a big anxiety thing about money this morning, related to the very complicated way pay is calculated for one of my jobs, everything appears to be just fine. This is good, as this is the employment that allows the big frivolous things in our lives, including my custom clothes and our upcoming cruise.
- Patty's given me the go ahead on my little household art project.
- So hey, we just talked on the phone for a bit, which was really nice. I figure we'll talk on the phone only one or two more times while she's in Oman, and then she'll be home. It's warm here today, and I'm ready to be alive and in the world again, and while I'm perfectly capable of doing that on my own, it's hard to feel inspired, when I get the better, with her version soon.
- There's a fencing tournament coming up I'm not eligible to compete in, but I've just volunteered to judge at. This will be good for my return to fencing shortly there after. My body is less happy when it is less strong, and this an amazing discovery, really, when so much of my life, I thought merely to be delicate.
- Still _swamped_ with stuff, but feeling infinitely more capable about it all then I was 24 hours ago. That said, I'm seriously behind on responding to emails and PMs, but hope to be caught up in the next 24 hours. Yes, this is a message to many of you.
- Still waiting to hear about things of marginal bigness.
- Editing! I love being in edits. As much as I bitch about it, and I'm really happen with the new bit of fanfiction y'all that care will be seeing soon.
- Am vaguely amused by fandom folk mistaking John Barrowman's partner for Nathan Fillion; am charmed by the pictures of them kissing at the Priscilla premiere. Am notably less charmed by the fetishization of them or gay folk in general -- believe it or not, it is possible to find something arousing and yet also not reduce it to nothing more than how it amuses you. I'm asking too much of the Internets again, aren't I?
- Patty's given me the go ahead on my little household art project.
- So hey, we just talked on the phone for a bit, which was really nice. I figure we'll talk on the phone only one or two more times while she's in Oman, and then she'll be home. It's warm here today, and I'm ready to be alive and in the world again, and while I'm perfectly capable of doing that on my own, it's hard to feel inspired, when I get the better, with her version soon.
- There's a fencing tournament coming up I'm not eligible to compete in, but I've just volunteered to judge at. This will be good for my return to fencing shortly there after. My body is less happy when it is less strong, and this an amazing discovery, really, when so much of my life, I thought merely to be delicate.
- Still _swamped_ with stuff, but feeling infinitely more capable about it all then I was 24 hours ago. That said, I'm seriously behind on responding to emails and PMs, but hope to be caught up in the next 24 hours. Yes, this is a message to many of you.
- Still waiting to hear about things of marginal bigness.
- Editing! I love being in edits. As much as I bitch about it, and I'm really happen with the new bit of fanfiction y'all that care will be seeing soon.
- Am vaguely amused by fandom folk mistaking John Barrowman's partner for Nathan Fillion; am charmed by the pictures of them kissing at the Priscilla premiere. Am notably less charmed by the fetishization of them or gay folk in general -- believe it or not, it is possible to find something arousing and yet also not reduce it to nothing more than how it amuses you. I'm asking too much of the Internets again, aren't I?
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Date: 2009-03-27 07:22 pm (UTC)I've written RPF, as well - and it was a self-insert, at that. Penthouse had a "Celebrity Fantasy" column for a while; when I was never contacted for publication, I posted it online.... But I remained cognizant all the while that it was, in fact, a fantasy - that my subjects had lives and families and day jobs, and that I was part of none of those. I'd worry if I lost sight of that.