I just had another facebook friend quote Leviticus 20 at me -- that's the part of the bible that says kill gay people. Westboro, as vile as they are, have that part right -- God does say kill fags...and adulterers and astrologers and children who cuss out their parents and whole host of others, but you don't hear much about them; it's about the fags. I've asked him, flat out, if that's what he means...and I've got a feeling I'm about to defriend someone else on facebook. I won't accept that crap, anymore.
Thing is, it makes me more radical in my writing. I've already got a lot of subversiveness going with Underground Guy; I'm taking it all the way. Same for The Vanishing of Owen Taylor. It's not much that I'm doing, but it's the best I can do, right now.
I worked more on UG and am seriously thinking of linking it to OT. Dev is becoming quite a character, now, with self-doubts surfacing that he doesn't want me to see. But arise they do...and they are informing on the ending in ways still not quite understood by either of us. If this story turns out half as good as I hope it does, it'll kick ass.
I've been getting an odd feeling, lately, that maybe it's time to move on. Something's nudging me that things are about to change at the job, and since I'm contract labor, it will affect me the most. I can't really explain why I feel that...it's just me settling down and finally having the breath to notice things that make me wary and put me a bit on edge.
If that happens, I'm returning to Los Angeles and crashing on some couches, if I can. I don't want to do the day-to-day job thing, anymore. May mean bankruptcy...we'll have to see. But I cannot return to Texas. And I can't make a living in England or Ireland. And I've got years to go before I can collect Social Security, and that's only if it's still around; the GOP is itching to kill it...and stupid senior citizens support those maniacs.
The disease, btw, is stupidity...which has always been around but suddenly has become de rigeur in today's world.
Thing is, it makes me more radical in my writing. I've already got a lot of subversiveness going with Underground Guy; I'm taking it all the way. Same for The Vanishing of Owen Taylor. It's not much that I'm doing, but it's the best I can do, right now.
I worked more on UG and am seriously thinking of linking it to OT. Dev is becoming quite a character, now, with self-doubts surfacing that he doesn't want me to see. But arise they do...and they are informing on the ending in ways still not quite understood by either of us. If this story turns out half as good as I hope it does, it'll kick ass.
I've been getting an odd feeling, lately, that maybe it's time to move on. Something's nudging me that things are about to change at the job, and since I'm contract labor, it will affect me the most. I can't really explain why I feel that...it's just me settling down and finally having the breath to notice things that make me wary and put me a bit on edge.
If that happens, I'm returning to Los Angeles and crashing on some couches, if I can. I don't want to do the day-to-day job thing, anymore. May mean bankruptcy...we'll have to see. But I cannot return to Texas. And I can't make a living in England or Ireland. And I've got years to go before I can collect Social Security, and that's only if it's still around; the GOP is itching to kill it...and stupid senior citizens support those maniacs.
The disease, btw, is stupidity...which has always been around but suddenly has become de rigeur in today's world.
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