My pink's a male and my red fire breather is a female. Go figure. I don't particularly like the pinks but I was hoping for another female.



Oh, well at least I have a purple female nearing maturation.

And I did a breeding of my green female to white male and am hoping for a white female otherwise breeding is a bust and I have to abandon this egg as I have two white males already.


I'm sure there are many out there (not infected by the dragon cave which, in some ways, is worse than the H1N1 virus) who are thinking what-the-fuck is she going on about. *g*

ETA: and my first horse dragon hatchling! Oh yeah, I'm a complete addict. *woe*

i'm knee deep in work and tapped out for a good long while on familial interactions, and i have a sort of terrifying number of e-mails i actually want to respond to in addition to all of the ones that i need to respond to.

all of that said, i went - vaguely against my will - to see a production of jersey boys this afternoon, and holy good lord. i have no idea what the actual reality is, but surely i am not the only person to see jersey boys and think that there was something extremely, um, intimate, going on between frank valli and bob gaudio, at least as their characters are portrayed in the show. yes? no? has someone already written this?

signed,
a person who doesn't even have particularly strong slash-goggles, i don't think.

In case you're wondering, I'm at 72k and change and I might actually finish in the next 10k. Which is something I'm pretty sure I said when I hit 50k. So...yeah.

People are still reading this, yeah?

Previous Installations:

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight

( Drowning in It )



That should keep you busy for now. Off to crack 75k.

I thought about going to bed at the end of the second. I really really should have done that. I already had plenty of hockey, Devils-Bruins and Ducks-Hawks, I did not need to slam a freaking paving stone into my face by staying up.

( really really should have. )
AWESOME, however, is the fact that I got my happyhockeydays assignment, and I have so very much to plan and write and try to not suck at. Truculence! also, AWESOME. I am kind of unreasonably psyched.

Thanksgiving was lovely; we got a fifteen-pound turkey for eleven of us, so had leftovers before going out this evening. Everything was so pretty; the Christmas lights are all up, and there's so many trees. I will try to take pictures to demonstrate this all, since there is nothing to indicate that I am good at textual expression. Or typing, only that is mostly linked to my total lack of desire to start work on "Locating Mass Graves of Late Medieval England: You're Probably Standing on One Right Freaking Now."

( typing is hard, let's go shopping! )
In other news, my hair was perfect today. The humidity here is awful mostly, except that it makes it super-easy to form perfect ringlets, and they stay alllll day long. Tried a new hairspray as well, which is for finish, rather than volume, and it kept flyways totally down. This may fail miserably when I go back to New York, where it will be dry and cold; maybe I will cope, or maybe I will just iron it straight and wear hats all the time. FASCINATING I'M SURE.

Now, I really am going to go work on fic. Epic Canadiens are epic, clocking in at 10 000 words. Well, 9 494, and I am totally going back to it now. Yuletide also hit the mystical word count, and is looking highly awesome.

Lucy sitting on my Star Trek shelf:

I had plans for today. Ambitious plans. Plans mostly centered around Project Clean This Mess Up.

They are not going to happen.

I may get the Christmas tree up . . . time for the holiday icons, isn't it? I'm thinking of getting a wreath for the front door, too. But I am not venturing near a store until Sunday when things will quiet down a bit.

Anyway. So far today has been laundry, coffee, old episodes of Supernatural and Queer as Folk, and writing. Forecast continues the same.

Or, at least, the stores I went to. I was up later than I thought (SLEEEEEEEEP! I love you) but still managed to get some bargains at Kohl's, hit the bookstore, Talbot's (too expensive! really nothing on sale), and then to the supermarket for a couple of forgotten items. Parking again was the biggest pain in the ass but the salespeople were actually pretty nice and easy to deal with. I love my new quilt and soft, soft new sheets (50% off). Yay me!

My superheroes do not have to have vaginas for me to want to be them, all right? I see nothing wrong with--in the midst of a pile of shit I don't want to deal with--channeling some Guy Gardner badassery to get me through it. You know why? Because Guy Gardner is a badass. He is not a badass with a penis. He is not a badass with testosterone. He is a goddamned badass.

You know who else is a badass? A lot of other people. Some of them are female (Kate Kane, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Arisia, Soranik Natu, Dinah Lance, Nico, Karolina, Xavin, Jessica Jones, Emma Frost, Pepper Potts--the list could go on). Some of them are male (Kyle Rayner, Kilowog, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Ollie Queen, Roy Harper, Connor Hawke (pre-Winick), Scott Summers, Hank McCoy, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes--this list could also go on). You know what I don't care about in my comics? The gender of the badassery.

Look, there's a shit-ton to be said (and a shit-ton that has been said) about women in comics and about people of color in comics and about LGBT in comics, and these are all discussions that should go on. I've been involved in my fair share (more at the shop than on the internet), and it's always been interesting, but I'm sick and tired of having it implied or outright said that I should throw away all my superhero comics because there aren't enough people who represent me.

You know who represents me? 5'2", 32D, vagina-having me? Guy fucking Gardner. Because when it comes down to getting shit done because you gave your word, there's not a better person to channel than Guy fucking Gardner.

happy thanksgiving. thank you, lord, for giving us aaron sorkin thanksgiving episodes. and mashed potatoes with gravy.

love,
k.

Okay. I have a lot to say about Adam Lambert kissing a dude at the AMAs. Addressing the 'sexist double standard' stuff, since everyone in the media seems to be talking about it without talking about it-

Adam's position is this: "There are a lot of double standards. We've seen female pop and rock performers do that for the last 10 years. They've been very provocative, owning their power and sexuality. You just don't see men doing it very often."

which is beautiful spin, but it's not exactly what's going on. Female performers haven't been owning their power and sexuality, they've been acting out images of straight male sexuality: performing as erotic objects for the male gaze. Straight male performers dance fully clothed in their own MVs surrounded by naked women - they are the active desirers. Straight female performers dance barely-clothed in their own MVs - they are the desire objects. Unlike the men, the primary goal of the female performers is to be (seen as) desirable, which is less empowering than to be desiring, because it depends on the approval of another person.

The image of Beyonce dancing next to JayZ halfway through the MV to Crazy In Love exemplifies the extreme (power) imbalance of the clothed male/unclothed sexualised female. In the MV for a smash hit song she wrote herself, in which JayZ was only guest appearing, JayZ appears the dominant partner and Beyonce is transmogrified into a bikini back up singer. She is trying to turn him on, while he is doing nothing to try and turn her on.

Early Madonna was famous for doing exactly what Adam says, creating MVs that powerfully celebrated her personal sexuality, showing men as the objects of her erotic gaze or as objects of the gazes of other men, but it's been a long time since there was a video with the male-objectification imagery of Express Yourself.

Music video culture is a straight male space, whether the performer is male or female. Homosexuality threatens that space, because unlike lesbianism or straight female sexuality, homosexuality does not interest the straight male, and cannot therefore be appropriated for straight male consumption. In fact, homosexuality is doubly subversive because it turns the erotic gaze on men, which patriarchal culture finds threatening, straight men instinctively reacting to the fact that to be objectified is to be disempowered. Female performers could do the same thing, but currently choose not to. More than that, a gay male performer is also an object to the female erotic gaze, allowing women a sexual space that excludes straight men - which straight men may also find threatening.

What makes Adam threatening to straight men makes him exciting to women: He is liberating to female sexual desire - because he is a gay man, women can feel desire for him, without the expectation that they must validate that desire by being a desire object themselves.