Still clinging to those fragile teenage ideals, living an occasional sixteen year old life, on the interwebs.
Oh yeah, and I'm a slash addict. Every so often I 12 step my way out, but then come crashing back down again. I've read a lot. A HECK of a lot. I'm not afraid to try out the stuff that initially makes be back away. I'll pretty much read anything, as long as it's justified and realistic to world the author creates. Hence, Wincest, and a delve into Michael/Lincoln (Prison Break).
My Ships, etc
I'm also still getting used to being bisexual. I've always loved yaoi, but from a lesbian perspective. I know that sounds odd, perhaps I'll explain it one day. Anyway, I'm 18 months into a relationship with a boy (a marvellous, wonderful boy!) and still getting used to liking these strange creatures. Still being very teenage (or, I suppose, possibly pre-teen) about it; I suppose I really am discovering boys for the first time... at 22. ;)
Essays on Me #1: Me & Yaoi
Essays on Me #2: Me & Prozac
Whew, it’s emotionally tiring being a fangirl. I’m pooped.