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I’ve been steadily accruing followers lately, which is always gratifying, as I’m an attention-seeking egoist at heart (who isn’t really). So maybe I should say hi and do like, an About Me post, because probably the first About Me point is that I don’t get a ton of mileage out of those Get To Know Me Memes, out of a combo of being terrible at answering messages and thus not getting a lot of messages, and also being such a weirdo that most of the time those answers don’t seem to apply to me?
So like. About Me. I’ve been active on the Internet and in fandom since the late 90s, so I’m of the generation that generally shakes canes at the young folks and bemoans the lack of threaded comments like we came up with in Livejournal.
I always wish I were a popular BNF sort but I write epics and they’re by their nature never finished. So that’s kind of a big impediment to success. I do some whining but haven’t changed my ways, so– I mean, apologies in advance, I’m probably going to keep whining and not fixing that.
I have a bunch of abandoned-looking WIPs up on AO3– an SGA epic, and not one but two separate MCU epics. None are officially abandoned, all have more material, all suffer from my diverted attention, but I have concrete plans for some of it, and sort of squishy plans for other bits of it. Feel free to ask me about them but please don’t yell at me that they’re not done; I promise you, nobody feels worse about it than me, because mostly, I write what I want to read.
I am currently working on a novel-length Finn/Rey/Poe story, which I am not posting as I go, but am taking the radical step of attempting to write a draft and get it beta-read and all. Part of the fic contains a characterization of Poe and Leia as being Space Latinos, so I’ve been discussing that a fair bit and have some folks giving me advice on that. Because I’m very much a white ppl, and while I can hack it in Spanish, that’s not all it’s about.
I am, as I mentioned, a white person– I come from history and genealogy nerds, so I can tell you all about it if you want, what specific variety of white ppl I am, I have like 400 years of data on just how white I am (there are Pilgrims involved, and a lady who tarred and feathered a sherriff in like 1830 who is my patronus). I do my best to be a conscientious supporter of racial equality and social progress and the like, and do make a conscious effort to represent characters of differing backgrounds, racial or otherwise, in my fic, because it really does matter whose stories get told and a more-considered story is always the richer for it. And like, I might fuck that up and I’m working super-hard on not being stupidly defensive when that’s pointed out, so please, do point shit out if I fuck it up. I’m a delicate fucking flower, but that’s my problem and I’m not kidding, I’m working on it.
In real life I have a large blood-and-chosen family, including 3 sisters by blood, all of whom I’m close with, and frequently visit the youngest one, who owns and operates a small organic farm, where she sells chicken eggs at the farmer’s market and has a vegetable “farmshare”, or CSA, with about 100 subscribers (look up Community Supported Agriculture if that’s interesting to you, it’s a big thing in some areas of the world). She also raises chickens and turkeys for meat, and I participate in processing these animals sometimes. I do try to be careful about posting anything particularly bloody, but if I do, I try to tag it appropriately. I’m bad at consistent tags, but generally “slaughter tw” or “gore tw” etc. should cover it if it’s either of those things. I’m not super-into murdering things, for food or otherwise, but I do think that if you eat meat you should know where it comes from. So I can actually put ‘eviscerator’ on my resume, and it is both way less gross and way grosser than you’d expect.
As part of that, I have a little yurt (and the proper name for that is a ger, so I sometimes use that term) that I live in during the summer part-time when I’m at the farm. It’s tiny and I am making it into a blanket fort. When I’m there, my Internet is pretty sporadic, as is my writing time.
The farm sister also has a currently-2-year-old daughter, so I talk about her a lot and post pictures and things– that’s who that is, the tiny little blue-eyed munchkin with sticky-uppy white-blonde hair and a motormouth. I don’t have kids, by choice, I never tried, but I have a bunch of friends under 10, many blood relatives and some the children of friends so close we’re family anyway. (I have a cat. Her name is Chita Rivera because she sings and dances.)
I’m an enthusiastic amateur photographer, and so if I post photos, they’re almost certainly my own work if I don’t specify otherwise.
I’ve been in a relationship with the same cis dude for 15 years, since we were both like, 21 I think, but I’m hella bi and we’re both(?) kinda-maybe demisexual, so seriously, don’t ask me about straight people because I don’t really understand them either.
I really really like getting asks and messages and comments, but I’m sort of bad at actually replying to them. So if you send me a message and I don’t respond, there is a 0% chance I’m mad at you, and a 20% chance I don’t know what to say or feel like responding would be sort of goofy (especially if your message was “you are great” and writing back “yes I am” would be weird and “no I’m not” would be rude and what else do I say if “thanks” seems too trite? but getting the message definitely made my day), and an 80% chance I thought of a response while on my phone or in the car or something, and never typed it out and sent it but have convinced myself I did.
And, like, the primary reason I’m super-jealous of BNF-types is that people seem to send them messages asking about their characters all the time and I wish people would do that to me. It’s not the “you’re so great” messages I wish I had more of, because I never know what to say, but the ones where someone observed something about the character and wants to know more or why or anything like that? Oh god, answering those is literally all I want to do with my life. So like. If you ever want to talk about that kind of thing. Please talk to me about it. I’m super chill with the instant messages on Tumblr, they don’t stress me out at all (I know they bug some people), but I only check them from my computer so it can take me like, a day to see them. Ditto for asks, I usually don’t see them on my phone.
Anyway. I see other people do these and they’re like a paragraph long. I can’t do anything in under a thousand words. That’s kind of a fundamental truth about me.
I’ve been steadily accruing followers lately, which is always gratifying, as I’m an attention-seeking egoist at heart (who isn’t really). So maybe I should say hi and do like, an About Me post, because probably the first About Me point is that I don’t get a ton of mileage out of those Get To Know Me Memes, out of a combo of being terrible at answering messages and thus not getting a lot of messages, and also being such a weirdo that most of the time those answers don’t seem to apply to me?
So like. About Me. I’ve been active on the Internet and in fandom since the late 90s, so I’m of the generation that generally shakes canes at the young folks and bemoans the lack of threaded comments like we came up with in Livejournal.
I always wish I were a popular BNF sort but I write epics and they’re by their nature never finished. So that’s kind of a big impediment to success. I do some whining but haven’t changed my ways, so– I mean, apologies in advance, I’m probably going to keep whining and not fixing that.
I have a bunch of abandoned-looking WIPs up on AO3– an SGA epic, and not one but two separate MCU epics. None are officially abandoned, all have more material, all suffer from my diverted attention, but I have concrete plans for some of it, and sort of squishy plans for other bits of it. Feel free to ask me about them but please don’t yell at me that they’re not done; I promise you, nobody feels worse about it than me, because mostly, I write what I want to read.
I am currently working on a novel-length Finn/Rey/Poe story, which I am not posting as I go, but am taking the radical step of attempting to write a draft and get it beta-read and all. Part of the fic contains a characterization of Poe and Leia as being Space Latinos, so I’ve been discussing that a fair bit and have some folks giving me advice on that. Because I’m very much a white ppl, and while I can hack it in Spanish, that’s not all it’s about.
I am, as I mentioned, a white person– I come from history and genealogy nerds, so I can tell you all about it if you want, what specific variety of white ppl I am, I have like 400 years of data on just how white I am (there are Pilgrims involved, and a lady who tarred and feathered a sherriff in like 1830 who is my patronus). I do my best to be a conscientious supporter of racial equality and social progress and the like, and do make a conscious effort to represent characters of differing backgrounds, racial or otherwise, in my fic, because it really does matter whose stories get told and a more-considered story is always the richer for it. And like, I might fuck that up and I’m working super-hard on not being stupidly defensive when that’s pointed out, so please, do point shit out if I fuck it up. I’m a delicate fucking flower, but that’s my problem and I’m not kidding, I’m working on it.
In real life I have a large blood-and-chosen family, including 3 sisters by blood, all of whom I’m close with, and frequently visit the youngest one, who owns and operates a small organic farm, where she sells chicken eggs at the farmer’s market and has a vegetable “farmshare”, or CSA, with about 100 subscribers (look up Community Supported Agriculture if that’s interesting to you, it’s a big thing in some areas of the world). She also raises chickens and turkeys for meat, and I participate in processing these animals sometimes. I do try to be careful about posting anything particularly bloody, but if I do, I try to tag it appropriately. I’m bad at consistent tags, but generally “slaughter tw” or “gore tw” etc. should cover it if it’s either of those things. I’m not super-into murdering things, for food or otherwise, but I do think that if you eat meat you should know where it comes from. So I can actually put ‘eviscerator’ on my resume, and it is both way less gross and way grosser than you’d expect.
As part of that, I have a little yurt (and the proper name for that is a ger, so I sometimes use that term) that I live in during the summer part-time when I’m at the farm. It’s tiny and I am making it into a blanket fort. When I’m there, my Internet is pretty sporadic, as is my writing time.
The farm sister also has a currently-2-year-old daughter, so I talk about her a lot and post pictures and things– that’s who that is, the tiny little blue-eyed munchkin with sticky-uppy white-blonde hair and a motormouth. I don’t have kids, by choice, I never tried, but I have a bunch of friends under 10, many blood relatives and some the children of friends so close we’re family anyway. (I have a cat. Her name is Chita Rivera because she sings and dances.)
I’m an enthusiastic amateur photographer, and so if I post photos, they’re almost certainly my own work if I don’t specify otherwise.
I’ve been in a relationship with the same cis dude for 15 years, since we were both like, 21 I think, but I’m hella bi and we’re both(?) kinda-maybe demisexual, so seriously, don’t ask me about straight people because I don’t really understand them either.
I really really like getting asks and messages and comments, but I’m sort of bad at actually replying to them. So if you send me a message and I don’t respond, there is a 0% chance I’m mad at you, and a 20% chance I don’t know what to say or feel like responding would be sort of goofy (especially if your message was “you are great” and writing back “yes I am” would be weird and “no I’m not” would be rude and what else do I say if “thanks” seems too trite? but getting the message definitely made my day), and an 80% chance I thought of a response while on my phone or in the car or something, and never typed it out and sent it but have convinced myself I did.
And, like, the primary reason I’m super-jealous of BNF-types is that people seem to send them messages asking about their characters all the time and I wish people would do that to me. It’s not the “you’re so great” messages I wish I had more of, because I never know what to say, but the ones where someone observed something about the character and wants to know more or why or anything like that? Oh god, answering those is literally all I want to do with my life. So like. If you ever want to talk about that kind of thing. Please talk to me about it. I’m super chill with the instant messages on Tumblr, they don’t stress me out at all (I know they bug some people), but I only check them from my computer so it can take me like, a day to see them. Ditto for asks, I usually don’t see them on my phone.
Anyway. I see other people do these and they’re like a paragraph long. I can’t do anything in under a thousand words. That’s kind of a fundamental truth about me.
