You know what I want? I want fannish friends in New York. I want people I can curl up on a couch with and say, thigh holsters to, and they grin knowingly. I want to describe someone with the words, probably a eunuch and having the cranky fixed with the snicker that's inevitable with the word eunuch delivered with a leer. I want to trade DVDs and have hand-betaed printouts on my desk and sit in Vietnamese banh mi shops trying to talk through a mouth full of pickled cabbage about pretty boys and girls and the line between genderfuck and gender criticism.
The fact that my network of friends is literally intercontinental is something I treasure, but I would like people around me, too.
The fact that my network of friends is literally intercontinental is something I treasure, but I would like people around me, too.
Reposted from LJ, 20 March 2009