In honor of the day, we're having a tea party! Everyone drink at least one cup of tea! [Preferably at 10:09, AM or PM, but any time is fine too.]

That's... Pretty much it. If there's any LuxDemmers left out there... XD

w/e, I will drink my tea alone if I have to.

This is just about the greatest metaphor I have ever seen in my life, and since I agree with it 100%, I'm going to repost it. It isn't like more than half a dozen people read my journals anyway, but hey. Might as well.

Just so everyone's not confused, we're using the term "Asexuality" to mean "Not interested in having sex" Not the scientific whatever. I don't know, non-sexual might be a better word. Whatever.


Reposted from here: [link]

"It's like I've eaten spam a few times from a few popular brands and in a few serving suggestions, and found I'm not really keen on spam, 'cos it's salty and slimy and looks like something you might find in the alien queen's litter box. But I've found myself in a world that's completely obsessed with spam. People spend their entire lives in pursuit of spam. Every single advert on TV sells their product by placing it alongside spam. Movies have to work in at least one spam scene to reach the broadest audience. People break up and get divorced because they don't exchange enough spam. Soldiers are given time out to go have some spam. Low-risk prisoners are given spam visiting rights. People die for spam. Entire economies have been based around spam. Selling spam is the world's oldest profession. The lack of spam has been linked to mental disorders. The only thing getting teenagers through difficult puberty is the thought of one day getting to have spam of their very own.

And when I explain to people that I'm not that into spam they tell me I must be some kind of hopeless cissy girl, or that I just haven't found the right spam yet. It feels like when a theist says "I'll pray for you." Or when a parent of some hideous mewling womb dropping says "You'll understand when you have one of your own." Quite infuriating. It's just tinned meat, guys."

AMEN.

Hooray!

...Hi.

So my cycle of writing goes like this:

First I get an idea, an inspiration, something I want to do. I get all excited.
Then I try and figure out what characters to use.
Then I realize, no one's going to read it unless I make it a fanfiction. I try to stuff some KH characters into the situation, and lose all inspiration.
So then I just go with my OCs, or make some new ones up. But having realized that no one but my friends will care about my OCs, I get frustrated and give up.

Now, every time I complain about this, someone tells me "Just write for yourself!" and see... That may work for other people, but. I really don't /need/ to write for myself. I have the whole story in my head, already. I know all the details. The only reason to write it out is to tell other people about it. So if no one's going to bother reading it, I say, why bother?

So, yeah. Pisses me off when I get all this inspiration and no outlet. Even worse when I'm in a drawing slump, like right now.

"OTL