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Thank you for all your condolences and such about Little. If I look at them, I cry (and thanks for that Ianto-icon double whammy, you lot! Oi! I sorta dug it though). My ability to function comes and goes, this post is an attempt to talk about something else, BUT you really have to skim through the comments as a few HILARIOUS stories from people who knew her have appeared. Please keep kitty condolences in that post, as I'd like to keep all that together for later both because I can't cope well now and because it's a nice record. People LOVED Little Kitty, and it's awesome to see it.

Coming Out in Ireland: "... such tales may be old hat for audiences in New York, but they are still new in Ireland. These scenes, based on the true stories of older Irish men willing to flout tradition by frankly discussing their homosexuality, form the spine of “Silver Stars,” produced by Dublin company Brokentalkers."

NYC'ers try to figure out why they can't get iPhones.

In part because of a discussion going on in another post of mine that I don't (understandably, I think) have the bandwidth for right now, I want to state the following: What turns you on is what turns you on. I'm not interested in vetting what gets people wet/hard/hot on a political (or maybe even any other) basis. How people enact those desires, that can be a very reasonable subject of scrutiny, but here's the thing, lots of what turns my crank is at least potentially politically problematic by the measure of more than a few people (BDSM, my uniformed fetish, my gender identity stuff which can be assumed to be about trying to obtain male privilege (it isn't, although I'm interested in the ramificiations of that) etc). I'm not interested in justifying what gets me hot. I'm also not particularly interested in justifying how I interact with and express what gets me hot, but I will agree that is a reasonable topic of discussion and on days with more bandwidth will probably engage you on it. But what fascinates us sexually is so complicated and mysterious and strange and many-sourced that I'm off-put by the vetting of desire. Examining how we interact with each other, obviously, always relevant. That might me less clear than I mean it to be, considering.

More from the department of non-squicky RPF: [Date redacted], from the Secret Diary of Tim Gunn. Patty found this. It is hilarious and pretty solidly in the commentary/criticism department. I will be saying "Los Angeles continues to not be New York" for a long time.

New hair. New glasses. Patty's clothes:

It's the dinolove graphic I stole from About.com. It makes me smile. So there you go.

Also, old icon that happens to be accidentally relevant since we are ALL the Master right now. (Doctor Who reference for those who don't know).

Where have the sea lions gone? Did anyone ask the bees?

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There was this moment yesterday, where I'd felt like I'd been crying for hours and I had my new glasses and my new haircut and you all were on with the Ianto icons and I caught my reflection in a glass at work and I was like "dude? seriously?" and just had to laugh.