THE GAYS. THEY ARE COMING D: D: D:

Dear World,

Gay people are not trying to take you over.* The queers are not going to ruin your television. Having a gay couple on a show will not alienate most of your viewers, so shut up. I'm sick to death of people saying that having a gay element to anything makes it controversial. It's like saying that the straight chick is going to make the madi gras a horrible experience. We can be in each other's cultures and not try to kill each other! Cut everyone some slack.

Love, me.

_{* Although it would be great if queers ruled the earth, because everyone would get better cocktails and excellent television.}

I think yesterday I morphed from thinking of Beating Drums As a fic to Beating Drums as a book.

It was a slightly scary experience. I've started actually taking a proper interest in where things are going, and it's making me anxious. The only reason I actually WANT it to be a book is so I can present my friend with a copy and go "here".

Because I fucking adore her, and I wouldn't be writing this if it wasn't for her.

So.

The end.

In which I remember I actually have this thing.

Whoops.

There's been some fairly huge life changes though. I guess the main one is that I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis .

Which is fun! Only not. I've got a mild form, and I will admit that I forgot about this blog WAAAAY before then (because I am lame, as the name suggests) but I will make more of an effort to update this bloody thing.

And I've been wallowing in self pity and generally been less fun to be around. It is no wonder that my friends have all gone "nope, want none of that lazy, sad bitch" and fucked off for a while. <3 ilugais. The ones that matter have stuck around.

BUT. BUT. BUT. I AM. Fuck, I dunno. Tired. Awake, even though I wanna pass out. I dipped my sleeve in my soup earlier today by mistake and that was the most exciting thing to happen to me today. hooray.

Going now. <3

whee! shortpost.

Whenever I sit down to write in this thing, I can never think of anything to write about other than the fact that I seem to be screwing things up a lot.

huh.

WHOOSH

Horror movies have always been a big part of my life. Big surprise there, Jess. But I'm talking horrible, shlock horror. The Cube. Nightmare on Elm Street. Friday the Thirteenth. Halloween. General,bad nineties shit that I absolutely ADORE because I grew up with it.

That may or may not be what got me started on writing in the horror genre in the first place. I've always been of the opinion that if something scares the shit out of me that it'll absolutely petrify someone else, and my brain is not the most fun place to live. I mean, I've got zombie babies chewing on their mothers, women wearing other people's skin as hats, wolves living in the walls, tubes filled with children having their futures used to prolong other's lives. I've got people hating people hating things hating other people and zombie baristas and that will NEVER cease to amuse me for as long as I live. I love writing gore, I love writing fight scenes, I love writing people who end up in situations they'd never believe they'd be able to get through and somehow making it out the other side.

I think it might just be writing in general that's a big part of my life. Huh.