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Hi. I'm back.
Happy New Year!
And then, I need to say; I love you.
I love your sexual play, both serious and demented. I love your transgressiveness, and the way you wear your icons. The way you predate leaves me weak in the knees. You scare me crazy, and you stroke my aching heart when I'm lonely. When sweet, gentle caring meets the sublime, when crayon drawings start you on a path to intense watercolors, when you bleed all over while bandaging up the tiny wounds of personal distaste, I am entranced.
Sometimes you make me howl with rage, and sometimes you make me weep. Sometimes you show an open heart, and sometimes you're a cold, cold monster. There are times when I can't bear to know one more thing you have to say, and when I can't get to you, I yearn for the touch of the keyboard and a glimpse into the worldwide present as percieved by everyone.
Dear Fandom, I love you.
P.S. I would really like it if you provided me with more Utena fic, though.
Happy New Year!
And then, I need to say; I love you.
I love your sexual play, both serious and demented. I love your transgressiveness, and the way you wear your icons. The way you predate leaves me weak in the knees. You scare me crazy, and you stroke my aching heart when I'm lonely. When sweet, gentle caring meets the sublime, when crayon drawings start you on a path to intense watercolors, when you bleed all over while bandaging up the tiny wounds of personal distaste, I am entranced.
Sometimes you make me howl with rage, and sometimes you make me weep. Sometimes you show an open heart, and sometimes you're a cold, cold monster. There are times when I can't bear to know one more thing you have to say, and when I can't get to you, I yearn for the touch of the keyboard and a glimpse into the worldwide present as percieved by everyone.
Dear Fandom, I love you.
P.S. I would really like it if you provided me with more Utena fic, though.