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02 April 2003 @ 02:37 pm
the weird fucked-up secret gayboy mystery dance  
The day wears on. The day wears on me.

Management has quietly prohibited the playing of guitars, so our two resident guitarists can no longer take a few minutes in late afternoon and string out a few songs. I'm disgusted and pissed.

On the upside of my day, herself_nyc has written a lovely piece of S/X--which by length is I guess what the kids are now calling "flash fiction" or "flashfic," both of which are terms I prefer to "ficlet." Hopefully, this means ficlet can die with a whimper.

"The day WEARS ON ME!" I said. Fuck. I wish I could make that liony roaring sound that vamps do. I have a headache and I'm tired, and possibly tiresome, and definitely a lazy-ass whore who is not fully earning her per diem.

I've always thought it would be cool if society was organized so that people could cycle through a wide variety of jobs with a sense of subsidized security. Like, your yearly schedule might be four-week blocks of: interior designer, gardener, copy-writer, postal delivery girl, waitress, florist. The limitations and drawbacks are terribly obvious, I know. But anyway, I think it'd be cool if today I could just go off and get paid to give blow-jobs, hand-jobs, maybe whip some pasty white yuppie ass with a cat-o-nine-tails. I mean, just for one day. C'mon. That'd be diverting.

Seguing from one type of imaginary sex to another, someone very kindly recced a Girl!Spike story called The Sweet Spot, which I found to be an interesting mix of things I liked and--I admit--things I didn't. The narrative threads together insightful byplay between the characters, fun dialogue, plausible internal monologue, and some very nicely conceived plot devices (weevils, heh), then unravels here and there, in rather big patches, into a kind of coarse porniness that isn't really my thing. I can't tell if it's an issue of authorial control, or deliberate stylistic choice. A phrase from the story itself, "like hardcore porn and poetry," makes me think it might be partly choice. Overall, I think it could have used some polishing, but there was also a lot to like.

My Millafied mental Spike chick continues to amuse me greatly. At first I had a hard time picturing her, trying to knead the two sources together, but now she's taken more definite shape in my imagination--she strides around in her butch but graceful way with a faint intense frown, she utters rude Spikisms in her throaty voice, and then all of a sudden she pulls up short and cocks her head with a sly glint of humor. Absolut Spike but absoutely female.

It's sad, though. The things that entrance me the most are most often the things that would take a five-hundred page novel to convince anyone else of.


 
 
 
kassrachel on April 2nd, 2003 02:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the S/X recs. I read the one you labeled "milk chocolate" this morning and liked it. I'm sure I'll read herself's soon.

I hear you about the day wearing. Believe me, do I hear you. Any day in which I post this many whiny gripy posts can only be a wearing day, at least for me, and I suspect it's wearing for anyone who's slogging through my ranting, too. :P

I knew a woman in college who claimed to have worked as a dominatrix one summer. I was never sure whether it was true or not. It could have been, but she also might just have been yanking our collective chains as we all piled back into the geek dining hall at the start of that fall. I guess I'll never know.
caille on April 2nd, 2003 02:49 pm (UTC)
Hey, I'm trying hard to remember, and I think your job idea came up in "Stranger In A Strange Land", and how everybody had to clean latrines at some point, but it was only like one week a year. I'm pretty sure I remember this. I don't want to re-read the book, though. because it's annoyingly sexist and dated.

But the idea? It's got legs.

So management just decided that guitar music was...un-worky? They should be forced to do a cost/benefit analysis to see just what kind of havoc a little strumming does to the bottom line.

Also, I made a new icon. Can you read it? Do you like it? It is raining and very windy here. A few days ago it was 80 degrees. Now, I think I'm hearing...hail.
Estepheiaestepheia on April 2nd, 2003 03:41 pm (UTC)
I don't think the idea came up in 'Stranger in a strange land,' Caille, I think it was 'The Lives of Lazarus Long' - but that's by Robert Heinlein too, so it doesn't make such a great difference. And I might be wrong since it's probably 25 years since I read that book.

If I remember correctly there is a section in that novel that lists activities every human being should be capable of - including stuff like changing diapers and repairing a car. I don't think he listed the job of dominatrix - surely just an oversight.
(Anonymous) on April 2nd, 2003 10:51 pm (UTC)
and definitely a lazy-ass whore, who is not fully earning her per diem.

I'm not quite sure what the "per diem" part of the sentence means, but I assume you mean work. Since you've said many times that you believe you are lazy at work, I'd like to comment on this. I was seriously whipping myself for being the biggest slacker on earth work-wise until my shrink told me that according to some studies 20 % of time spent at work is actually productive. 20 %!!! And since your boss is happy with you, you must be doing something right. Ze shrink also told me, that even when I'm not actively working on some problem, I may actually be processing it. Even if I'm doing something totally useless. She actually encouraged me to stop working every now and then to read a book and let the subconsciousness do the work. I was completely baffled. Ironically enough, I've been much more productive ever since I stopped demanding so much of myself.

Anyway. Sorry about the rant in your LJ :). I've just been thinking about these things a lot lately...