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359° Away From Cool

Conscientiously Weird Since 1984 ®

16 November 1984
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"Many people hear voices when no-one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing." -Meg Chittenden

I write. There; I had to get that out of the way right at the start. I have a chronic case of Short Stories. I have frequent conversations with people who don't, technically, exist, and I have never once attempted to seek help for this affliction.

Also, I'm a subtext junkie. Do you know what I mean? We're those weird people who read Victorian lit for the purpose of picking out those little bits of subtext that hint at all of the sexual repression of the time. And, er, then we giggle at it, and share it with other subtext junkies. We're like squealing yaoi fangirls, except not always female, generally writing for an academic audience, and more inclined to write formal papers about it. We call it "male homosocial subtext", you see, instead of slashiness, although basically they are the same thing.

If you are so inclined, you can probably find a lot of not-so-hidden subtext in my writings. Well, yes. I know it's there, and it's deliberate. My writing occasionally tends to wax slashtastic.

Oh, right, I was going to think up some normal things about myself. Ahem, well then: I like music, manga, animals, and utter silliness. I have a job that I am quite inexplicably satisfied with, am vastly underpaid per my education level, and can claim a pair of completely useless degrees. I'm an unabashed Anglophile, and to shamelessly swipe a quote from Jonathan Ames, I had an American childhood, "years before my sense of myself as an American got somewhat clouded by reading too many British novels." Indeed. All right, that's all.