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It was Halloween and I had the perfect costume to wear to my cousin Is's party. I was going as Ziggy Stardust. My hair tonight was a bright orange wig, I had on white makeup with colourful streaks down my face and lipstick on and a large jewel stuck to my forehead, I had even stolen one of my sister's blue contact lenses to complete the transformation. I took the seven bus to my cousin's party space where he was having the party. My cousin has me constantly switching back and fourth between She and He, because Is is a Drag Queen, for family and mutual friends I use she, for people I don't know well I use he. “Alice!! You look amazing!!” said Is the moment I walked through the door. She rushed through the crowd of people, grabbed me by the shoulders and hugged me tight. “What are you suppose to be Issy?” I asked grinning and looking around. “ Isn't it obvious?” she sucked her teeth as though I should have known what she was, “I'm Glinda.” she said turning around to show off her pink chiffon gown, silver tiara and long wavy platinum wig that somehow looked stunning with her hazel nut skin tone. “Oh.” was all I could say. “Your supposed to be that Ziggy Starman or whatever right?” she asked, motioning for me to follow her. “Ziggy Stardust, yeah.” I said as I squeezed between people in all kinds of costumes in colours I was sure only existed in the minds of people who did acid, a person as Dorothy here, a person as Oscar Wilde (or are they suppose to be Stephen Fry?) there, I squeezed through the crowd following Is but somewhere along the line I lost her. I kept trying to spot her and squeezing between people to get to who I thought was her but I couldn't find her. 'I am so going to murder you Is. I'm going to cleave your head in with your own high heels.' I finally managed to reach one of the staircase to the hall's balcony. Ashes to ashes played in the background. “Hi!” said the voice of some girl I didn't see right away. I looked around and finally I found her hiding outside. She was in a Star Trek Next Generation uniform shirt with a pair of ripped-knee jeans, round purple sunglasses and despite how cold it was she had no shoes on. “ Ziggy Stardust I take it?” It took me a second for what she was asking to register. “Erm... Yeah. I'm Ziggy Stardust, what are you suppose to be? A 24th century hippie or something?” “No. If I was being that I'd be dresses as a Vulcan in a tie-dye shirt. I'm Major Tom.” she said grinning and crinkling her nose slightly. I smiled back and offered her a cigarette. She held up a joint and shook her head no. “So you like Bowie?” I asked “Adore him. He's one of few men keeping my interest toward men open.” “Bisexual?” She inhaled a bit of her joint. “No. Omnisexual, I'd do Guys, I'd do girls, I'd do pretty much anything as long as its sentient and I'm attracted to it. You?” “Lesbian who'd gladly do Bowie. He's the only man I'd do. The Evangelicals want to change my sexuality they have to get him to be my husband. No other man would do. May I have a puff of that?” She handed over the pot cig and I took a puff too. “ Your very pretty you know. Would you like to maybe-” I placed the cigarette in an ashtray and nodded. She moved closer to me and kissed me gently on my lips and down my neck. We were out on the balcony for about forty-five minutes, just having 'fun.' Then we went downstairs and had a few drinks. I woke up the next morning in a beautiful turquoise room in a bed with a canopy of yellow and I was wrapped in a blanket of orange and dressed in a sweatshirt that I didn't own. Sleeping next me was the girl I had spent some time with the night before. I was still tired so I fell back asleep. About three hours late I woke up and she was sitting on the edge of the bed reading. “You had like four margaritas and passed out, so I took you home. I'm Myrtle by the way.” she said, reaching to help be out of bed. “What was your name again?” “Alice.” I said. I was still so tired. “Well Alice, welcome down the rabbit hole.”
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Captain Spock was dead. I hadn't known the man long but he seemed like a nice enough person and he had raised a hell of a daughter. I decided it was best to let those who had known him attend his funeral. My mother went and so did most people. But I stayed in the room I was assigned and listened to Elton John chips on the vid player and lying on my bed, smelling the vanilla incense I had lit and imagining. I do that a lot, imagining I mean. Mostly I imagine men, David Bowie was one of my favorites, he may have been dead for a long time but his attractiveness was still undeniable. I laid back on my bed that night and couldn't make the form of the handsome musician appear. Taking his place instead was Saavik, looking like a photograph she appeared in sepia-tone, her hair stunning, her face calm, though she wasn't smiling and her body was nude with her hand on her shoulder. 'She is so fucking sexy' I thought as I stroked myself with my left hand. The vanilla wafted through the air of the plain white room, making even the pink comforter beneath me and the white dresser to my right seem so very important and powerful. I was so close to the brink. The Saavik in my fantasy changed, now she was on Risa with me, wearing a plain white bikini and holding a tropical drink in her hand as she got up from the table at the small cafИ , she was just short enough to get up without hitting her head on the rainbow umbrella placed there to protect patrons with paler skin. I was so close to coming when I heard someone chime the door. 'Don't get up, if they need me they can get me later.' "David, Please let me in. It is extremely important." Saavik said through the door, it sounded as though she was panting. "It is extremely important" she repeated, this time not only was she panting but she sounded like she was near tears. "I'm a little busy at the moment, could you come back later?" I felt so badly about trying to send her away but I couldn't help it, the thought of a girl I liked walking in on me masturbating wasn't exactly appealing to me. "I really need your help. Whatever you are doing can wait." "Fine but if you don't like what you see, don't blame me." I said and then I gave the verbal command for the door to open. She came over to my bed where I was still sprawled out on it, spread eagle and panting, just like she was, "I need to do this, I cannot help myself, My father's death has caused me to need to seek a mate." and kissed me, with tongue and everything and the slowly kissed a trail down to my erection and took me in her mouth, and moved her mouth around it like a little girl trying to keep a cherry Popsicle from melting all over her hand, in and out, in and out. I moaned, I was to close and the suddenly my senses were overloaded, my sense of touch was overloaded as Saavik's mouth just kept with the up and down motion of her lips, my sense of smell overpowered by the vanilla making the whole room feel like heaven, my sense of sight by the warm whiteness all around the room and her head in between my thighs and my sense of taste by the taste of her mouth inside mine. I came as Elton John sang the last line of his song candle in the wind. ' And your candle burned out long before your legend ever did.' Saavik stayed between my legs for only a moment longer but then crawled to the top of the bed where I was. "Please tell me I didn't just dream that." I asked as I grinned sheepishly, a trait that was apparently genetic. "You didn't. I hope I did not hassle you in any way." "You just sucked my dick and your asking if you hassled me?" I asked, I knew Vulcans were polite but I didn't think they were that polite. " I was there when your mother informed the Admiral that your prior sexual interests were nearly exclusively in men. There for it is logical to assume-" "Shut up and kiss me." END |
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FARFALLA STARTED THE ADVENT CALANDER!! WOOOTTTTTTT!! Now if only I could submit to it. |
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Pick your characters before you look at the questions. 1. Spock 2. Jim Kirk 3. Saavik 4. Sirius Black 5. Remus Lupin 6. Ming Ming ( Wonder Pets) 7. Katherine Janeway 8. Sokka 9. Ang 10. Lily Potter 11. Cinderedna 12. Bellatrix Lestrang 1. Who would make a better college professor, 6 (Ming Ming) or 11 (Cinderedna)? What subjects would they teach? Cinderenda, Ming ming is 4 (or would be if she were a Human) and is a ducky. Ming Ming would teach swimming, Cinderedna would teach recycling and Womens Studies. 2. Do you think 4 (Sirius Black) is hot? How hot? eh, for a guy he's like a 7, he's a bit like David Bowie. 3. 12 (Bellatrix Lestrang) sends 8 (Sokka) on a mission. What is it, and does it succeed? The mission is to destroy Harry Potter by replacing Ron with himself. Harry catches him right away so they fail. 4. What is or would be 9's (Ang) favorite book? Dunno.. Can he even read? 5. Would it make more sense for 2 (Jim) to swear fealty to 6 (Ming Ming), or the other way around? Jim serving a duckling... THAT IDEA MAKES ME GIGGLE. Ming Ming would serve Jim 6. For some reason, 5 (Remus Lupin) is looking for a roommate. Should he share a studio apartment with 9 (Ang) or with 10 (Lily Potter)? Lily, because they already know each other and James wouldn't mind so much. Also Ang is a kid. 7. 7 (Katherine Janeway), 2 (James T. Kirk) and 12 (Bellatrix Lestrang) have dinner together. Where do they go, and what do they discuss? Jim and Janeway discuss Star fleet. Bella sits there being annoyed and brooding. She trys to kill them after dinner. 8. 3 (Saavik) challenges 10 (Lily Evans Potter) to a duel. What happens? Saavik decides it is very Romulan to fight so they don't 9. If 1 (Spock) stole 8's (Sokka) most precious possession, how would he get it back? Vulcans do not. 10. Suggest a title for a story in which 7 (Janeway) and 12 (Bellatrix) both attain what they most desire. I get to go home as long as this crazy bitch screws the world's darkest Wizard. 11. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted 4 (Sirius Black) and 1 (Spock) to work together? Jim and Sirius switch bodies due to a spell and alien device respectively. 12. If 7 (Janeway) visited you for the weekend, how would you get along? VERY well as long as I can keep my hands in my pockets instead of on her. 13. If you could command 3 (Saavik) to perform any one task or service for you, what would it be? Screw me. 14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw 11 (Cinderedna)? Nope. Cinderedna is a feminist children's book. Who writes fan fics for that? 15. If 2 (Jim) had to choose sides between 4 (Sirius Black) and 5 (Remus Lupin), which would it be? Remus, he reminds him most of Spock. 16. What might 10 (Lily Potter) shout while charging into battle? 'This is for Harry'? I don't know... 17. If you chose a song to represent 8 (Sokka), which song would you choose? Dunno... Hamster dance. 18. 1 (Spock), 6 (Ming Ming) and 12 (Bellatrix) are having dim sum at a Chinese restaurant. There is only one scallion pancake left, and they all reach for it at the same time. Who gets to eat it? Spock wouldn't be hungry, and Ming Ming would be too scared of Bella to try to get it. So Bella. 19. What might be a good pick-up line for 2 (Jim) to use on 10 (Lily Potter)? 'Your eyes, their so very stunning...' 20. What would 5 (Remus Lupin) most likely be arrested for? Lying about being a werewolf 21. What is 6's (Lucy Pevensie) secret? She's a lesbian duckkie. 22. If 11 (Cinderedna) and 9 (Ang) were racing to a destination, who would get there first? Ang. He had mad ninjalike!skills. 23. 3 (Saavik ) and 7 (Janeway) tell conflicting versions of events. Which is more reliable? Saavik, Vulcans (usually) don't lie. 24. "1 (Spock) and 9 (Ang) reluctantly team up to save the world from the threat posed by 4's (Sirius Black) sinister secret organization. 11 (Cinderedna) volunteers to help them, but it is later discovered that 11 (Cinderedna) is actually a spy for 4 (Sirius Black). Meanwhile, 4 (Sirius Black) has kidnapped 12 (Bellatrix) in an attempt to force their surrender. Following the wise advice of 5 (Remus Lupin), they seek out 3 (Saavik), who gives them what they need to complete their quest." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it. WTF? Bunny and maybe Farf. 25. If you had to walk home through a bad neighbourhood late at night, would you feel safer in the company of 7 (Janeway) or 8 (Sokka)? Janeway. She has a phaser rifle. |
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I'm grounded from the computer, because of Bad grades ( Sci: 75, Math: 65, LA:80, SS: 80 WHICH AREN't that bad) and cutting school ONE TIME!!
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My response to PIPs (Perhaps in Privates, Which are kind of like PDAs for all you people not from the century,)is usually to either scream 'GET A ROOM!' or to hope the two or more people I'm staring at are going to go at it like Klingons in front of small children,OR to try to break the two up 'cause I'm bitter at the fact that I can't get a permanent girlfriend, however when I stare at the Captain and Mr. Spock being close, displaying affection, I feel nothing at them except pure joy at the fact that somehow even though their species lived so far apart that they managed to find one another.
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I'm 269. I've lost 15 pounds.
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AND: FINALLY MADE IT DOWN STAIRS TO CHECK MY MAIL!!! (for those who aren't Bunny, I sprained my ankle and have been stuck in my room since friday at 4:30ish...
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Rest in Peace. I didn't really know him well, but I should still memorialize him in my journal.
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I know I'm too young but that annoying little voice in the back of my head is going 'There are 15 pregnant girls on your school's campus ( My school has 11 other schools in the same building.) and there are 3 girls with kids already, You need kids!! I'm not ready for kids, little voice!!! NOT READY!!
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His name is Ray. He's in 11th grade. He thinks I'm cool but get distracted too easily, (by hot women, shoes, pocketbooks, clothes, self pity,fear, sugar ECT) and too easily hyper . He's bisexual and has a boyfriend. He's teaching me how to kiss properly. He's also anime obsessed. But hates trek. Oh well, anyways he's nice. Also he calls me n00b sauce. I'm giving him a link to my LJ because he wants to meet you Bunny. Says he thinks you must be awesome with how much I talk about you.
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My sister Maddie was a wonderful ditz, She'd often spend hours just playing with small kids trying to make them laugh, She unfortunately only had one of her three children survive to be older then 3, My nephew Lysander, but I know he'll make his mother proud. My sister in law and Maddie met while they were quite young, but I don't think twelve years in person is quite enough. I wish they could have stayed in that little house in England forever, till they were old and grey, but I remember Maddie saying when I was quite young that she wouldn't live to be old. Of course the one thing everyone remembers about my sister is her writing and love of books. I'm proud to report that she left all her personal books including manuscripts of her original stories to the Queens public library. I hope they enjoy them. My other sister Kayla often joked that Madeline's weight would do her in, Even though she wasn't all that fat and in fact managed to get down to 150 by the time she was 17. But unfortunately nothing natural did her in, unless you consider hate natural, My sister was murdered in her kitchen in cold blood in front of her 4 year old son for no other reason except a man hated her for the fact that her books portrayed gay people in a positive light . But don't fight this man's hate with hate, fight it with love, How Maddie would have wanted it, and remember her always. For anyone wondering, she will be buried next to her Daughters Helena and Hermia
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I was a Jewish girl living somewhere in Europe in 1865, a huge tom boy who had 12 brothers and enjoyed wearing her hair short and covering my head with a 'news paper boy' cap. I was a lesbian who was never in a relationship with a woman or a man and who moved to New York with my oldest brother when I was 20. When he married he bought me an apartment so I could live alone. I also liked tea a lot then... Also, to test whether this is a past life or not, could a 16 year old girl who refuses to marry study Kaballa? If not either this was a scarily realistic dream or I was an uber rule breaker.
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His name is Ivri Lider, He's an openly gay Israeli singer, and so far I haven't found a song by him I don't like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BtK9cSj LISTEN!!! (also the only reason I know what the song's about because of the subtitles. But I loves it!! *_*
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My little bro is growing up. What kind of Spirk fic should I write for him?
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Since tomorrow is a Holiday I don't have school. So I'm making (get this!!) 190 dollars!! Thats more then I normally make in two months. Because some focus group wants to interview me and because I get my normal 75.00 a month tomorrow. So I'm ESTATIC!! I'll have 190 dollars for OXFORD (AKA my dream school. I need either British scholarships or converted American dollars.)!! I need to write Spirk before I keel over and die.
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Sorry gor any errors. I'm as sick as a dog. I'll write you a letter tommorow. But, Yes, when I get my school pictures I'll send you one. I was gunna type about 9/11 today, but I'm lucky if this is even typed properly.
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Its fun, AND, I HAVE AN ART CLASS!!! ^_^ And my (male) science teacher is so AWESOME!! Problem?: I nearly got into a physical fight yesterday and today, with the same boy. But I have made friends. ^_^ AND the best part, THERE IS A LIBRARY ACROSS THE STREET!! ^_^
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Good fic I think.
I'm tired.
Mommy is crying...
Kids... NO KIDS!!
I'm happy.
Sup ?
jubilant
Happy birthday to you!
I GET MONEY!!
I feel likie crap have a fever