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i doubt i will ever get tired of watching legally blonde.

i do quibble with the lesbian chick. i always bristle at portrayals of lesbianism or feminism that lean that way--that crack about 'semester' being male-biased was pretty funny, but then you have to feel vaguely uncomfortable about laughing, because what they're making fun of are often valid complaints. not 'history,' and not 'woman' (which isn't based on the word 'man' as it's usually considered, i believe--maybe i'll try to find the reference tomorrow), and maybe not even very many of the semantic arguments, but in general--women finding sexism pervading the culture are not, if you know what i mean, finding bogeymen under the bed.

it's not our imagination, okay?

the movie as a whole, of course, isn't guilty of that message.

oh, and also. watched boys don't cry. was painful, but not nearly as painful as watching the documentary about the story it's based on, which i did a few years ago when our church was undergoing one of those small-group session workshops to become a (gblt-)welcoming congregation.

i hate stories where you can't find a good guy, you know? in the movie, the protagonist wasn't so unsympathetic, and the girlfriend was definitely pretty good. in reality, the whole thing, every single person involved, just made my skin crawl, including brandon teena.

ugh.

i'm going to bed, even though i feel like i can't sleep.

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hm--it went away. thank god.

i dreamed that i cut off my hair and then changed my mind and cried. also, there were vampires. good ones, though.

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my mom kissed me on the cheek five minutes ago and it just now processed. hm. must... eat, or something, before i drive.

sleep

i used to sleep eleven hours at a time. now i have to be at b&d's every 12 hours, that's not even possible. if i went to sleep as soon as i came home at night (which is before 9 pm!), i'd still have to get up more than an hour before it was time to drive over there. so instead, i end up staying up really late, and sleeping like six hours, and then sleeping another four or five when i come back.

it's surreal. i mean, my sleep has actually settled into this pattern now, but i've never done that before. i know it's about the same actual amount of time spent asleep, but it feels like more. i feel like i'm a cat or something.

and also, gip.

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i think i haven't been writing because i'm still afraid.

dammit.

site update and gip

the recs page has been updated with several due south stories and a handful of star trek tos ones that i should have added to it a long time ago, thanks to shadowleopard.

also gip (the lovely julianna margulies as morgaine le fay, made for me by my waxlet).

yes, i appear to be icon-schizophrenic.

do you have a problem with that?

gip.

wax! look!

i drove most of the way home behind a car with a vanity plate that said

LEX4LUV.

hee.