well I got my wish!

[erastes]

I wish i had a camera now so I could take a picture. Six inches of snow and gorgeous sunshine. PERFICK.

However that means no Dad today, the main roads are undoubtedly gritted but I have 3 miles of country roads to navigate before the main road so I’ll go tomorrow instead. I have food drink and catfood so I can manage for a day.

I have to say that I’m getting hugely sick of the NIMBY gay-lit Queens who are going all Betsey Trotwood over the donkeys on their lawn.  On the article on the LA Weekly there’s one particularly speshul snowflake who has this – among other moronic and deliberately inflammatory--things – to say.

Your writers are pretending to be gay men -- which they are not. These FRAUDS are poaching on the exceedingly hard-won territory of gay literature. As a result a lot of serious writing by gay men is being swept to one side while this psycho-sexual hen party has its way with my life and the lives of those I've loved. I have nothing but contempt for this.

Oh way to be professional David. There’s always one.  I’m grateful for level heads such as Teddy Pig’s.

Comments

[rwday.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm familiar with the impact of Star Trek, but however inspirational the series was, and whatever actions its stars have taken in support of the space program, it's not a realistic view of space exploration any more than any romance novel is a realistic view of human relations.

And of course you're not pretending to be gay men and nobody with half a brain thinks you are or that you have to be in order to tell a good story.

[valarltd.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised how many people think romance novels are an accurate assessment of human relationships.

A lot of people don't really understand the concept of fiction. (my own mother thinks Air Force One has a secret escape pod, after all she saw it in at least 2 movies) And there are a lot of women who live lives of vague disappointment that real men aren't these chiseled gods that sweep them off their feet into the throes of pasion. They KNOW better on a surface level, but a part of them is still disappointed.

The last line says it all: I tell stories. I tell stories about anything that seizes my fancy or is needed. It might be Norse gods or the tale of my second son and the bananaphone or a Robin Hood ballad or even an unconventional love story. It's all the same. And they're all true, whether they happened or not.

[lee-rowan.livejournal.com]

You'd be appalled at how many people seem to have learned all their social skills from soap operas. I had to work with one of these drama queens many years ago, and trying to train her to do expediting and production scheduling (and do my own work as well) while she had the phone tied up with her two boyfriends and her justifiably suspicious husband... She was fired, eventually, thank ghod. But the overall level of in-touch-with-reality is sadly low for many people.