on the lameness of me

I really wish I had time to say something deep here. I even have a couple of ideas about what it would be. I just have no time. Going to bed at midnight (or even earlier!) makes me feel old, but if I don't do it, I'm a zombie the next day. I need to deal with some of this sleep-debt I've got built up, and maybe then I can be profound again. (Don't hold your breath though.)

I wish I could write something too. I feel so dry lately, creativity-wise. I did compose the following haiku about the pollen that seems to be everywhere lately:

Dusty yellow film
Sneeze the symbol of rebirth
Love hate spring summer

thoughts on noncon and censorship

I should be eating and going to bed, in that order with nothing in between, but instead I'm going to write up one of those "deep" posts I keep saying I want to write. Because it's been bothering me for a while now.

I had a conversation a couple weeks ago with blueraccoon about noncon (rape) in fanfic, and I didn't like how it ended up. I felt that I hadn't really thought through my feelings/opinions on the subject, and I said some stuff that came out wrong. And that makes me unhappy for a number of reasons, not least of which is worrying about what blueraccoon might think of me after it.

I know rapefic is a sensitive subject so I'm gonna do a cut here... ( click if you want to )