Member Since 2007-10-28

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    Gathering the pieces of myself scattered around the garbage dump closest to heaven... *--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--* I'm older than dirt,married forever, raging GLBT advocate/ally, and proud mom of a lesbian kid and 3 spoiled cats.   I'm a gimp, a "flaming liberal" about pretty much everything, and I write anime-related fanfiction - some of which contains explicit GAY PORN. If ANY of this bothers you, GO AWAY. NOW. If you want to know more, read my stuff -- it's all there. Pretty much everything I write seems to be a bit off the beaten path - unconventional pairings, weird bits of crack, philosophical pieces, bad poetry, lengthy AU works, and so on - you take your chances. I very much appreciate feedback, and unlike some authors, I *always* respond when someone takes the time to make a comment on my fics - good or bad: it simply seems like the polite thing to do, and I often end up getting to know people that way, as a bonus. My long-range plan is to screw the whole "aging gracefully" thing, and to become more and more outrageous as time goes on. I figure at this rate, by the time I am seventy, I should either reach complete enlightenment OR become a total irritant to everyone. Hopefully both. Eventually I want to build up enough confidence in my writing to transition from fanfiction to original prose. Someday. But the fanfiction is so damn much fun, I'm in no hurry... My opening quotation, "Gathering the pieces of myself, etc...," is from the Eternal Goddess of the Divine Manga herself, Minekura Kazuya, from the fourth volume of the sacred Saiyuki Scrolls. May she be surrounded by beauty, and may her life, and the lives of all those who happen on these pages, prosper in the blessings of old age, happiness, creativity, and strength. *--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--* Inspiration: from Tibetan poet, Tsering Woeser, b.1966 from �Like Gold that Fears No Fire: New Writing from Tibet� pub.2009, International Campaign for Tibet, translated by Andrew Clarke "A sheet of paper can become a knife - A rather sharp one, too. I was only turning the page When the ring finger of my right hand got sliced at the knuckle. Though small, the sudden wound oozed blood, A thread as fine as silk, and stung a little. Startling transformation, From paper into knife: There must have been some mistake, or Some kind of turning point. This ordinary paper�a chill of awe." *--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*

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