sail your sea meet your storm
Apr. 26th, 2009 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Hi, I am a crazy person. I spent Thursday afternoon sitting by the river, under the bridge where the people take their canoes down, watching the geese and the pleasure craft and the occasional solemn, athletic canoeist. One of the large passenger boats from Iffley had cut power and drifted into the middle of the river in order to turn around; there was also an elderly, very fit man sculling furiously. Backwards. After the shouting and crashing were over, I sat back against my tree on the bank and though, huh, I am the only person in the world who saw that coming, maybe I should have said something.. And then started cackling like a loon. I related this story to my long-suffering headshrink dude the next day, and he noted that was very healthy, sitting by the water watching the boats go by. I may have, um, shouted at him.
Basically: I am not very well, I am in that place where you don't think life is worth living at all, blah blah blah whatever.
There are still quite a few days of posting for
lgbtfest, but I thought it was worth noting a few of my favourites while we go:
We Few, We Happy Few by
toujours_nigel, Harry Potter.
Aurors, and institutionalised homophobia. This is stylish.
Time (of change), by
soft_princess, Merlin.
Uther prefers not to father bastards. It's all very logical. Unexpectedly sweet and lovely.
The Rules, by
gilesonnen, Discworld.
A new wizard at Unseen University has questions about the celibacy policy. Ridcully is very literal. The story is a gentle, rollicking delight.
Love Like A Djelibeybian, by
gehayi, Discworld.
Ptraci is enjoying being queen. But people have strange ideas about what handmaidens ought and ought not to do.
And these two you must read, if nothing else:
Modern Love, by
penknife, Discworld.
Show me something of Penknife's I haven't loved, but this is special. This is the Disc's dwarfs getting used to gender, and sex, and not getting used to it, and embracing the human notions, and rejecting the human notions, and it is... not beautiful, but right, and shaped perfectly into a few thousand words. It's a wonderful, wonderful piece of writing, and something I hope Pratchett nods at, later.
The Pattern of the Process, by
raedbard, The West Wing.
This is about Toby's babies-who-come-with-hats, Huck and Molly, only they're not babies, any more - and more than that I wouldn't want to say, because this story is perfect and complete and self-contained. It's immaculately thought-out and immaculately executed, and at something like 19,000 words, an astonishing achievement for a few months' work.
Basically: I am not very well, I am in that place where you don't think life is worth living at all, blah blah blah whatever.
There are still quite a few days of posting for
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We Few, We Happy Few by
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Aurors, and institutionalised homophobia. This is stylish.
Time (of change), by
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Uther prefers not to father bastards. It's all very logical. Unexpectedly sweet and lovely.
The Rules, by
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A new wizard at Unseen University has questions about the celibacy policy. Ridcully is very literal. The story is a gentle, rollicking delight.
Love Like A Djelibeybian, by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Ptraci is enjoying being queen. But people have strange ideas about what handmaidens ought and ought not to do.
And these two you must read, if nothing else:
Modern Love, by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Show me something of Penknife's I haven't loved, but this is special. This is the Disc's dwarfs getting used to gender, and sex, and not getting used to it, and embracing the human notions, and rejecting the human notions, and it is... not beautiful, but right, and shaped perfectly into a few thousand words. It's a wonderful, wonderful piece of writing, and something I hope Pratchett nods at, later.
The Pattern of the Process, by
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
This is about Toby's babies-who-come-with-hats, Huck and Molly, only they're not babies, any more - and more than that I wouldn't want to say, because this story is perfect and complete and self-contained. It's immaculately thought-out and immaculately executed, and at something like 19,000 words, an astonishing achievement for a few months' work.