Wank missed to excessive income necessity.
Mar. 2nd, 2007 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
To this: post, I have only this to say:
I have never read Proust.
...
Okay, and this:
If I hold a gun to your head and force you to read my fic until your eyes bleed, OR
I withhold food and water from you until you write me lengthy, heart-felt and, most of all, flattering comments on everything I post, OR
I badmouth you in public and tell the whole world I think you need to get over the fact that you are not getting the attention you think you deserve...
THEN and only then, can you accuse me of oppressing you.
I will then flex my mighty BNF hands and dismiss you...
You may now leave the fandom.
Just move fucking fast before I beat you to the door.
And yes, I know that's not what she meant, but at the same time... bite me. I don't care if you read my stories or like my prose. I am not a postulant to the Holy Mother of Fannish Obligation.
10:28PM Edit: I am going to bed. I was up at 5:30 this morning and I have two different charity orgs coming tomorrow to haul stuff off. And how utterly stupid do I feel for feeling like I need to tell people I'm going to bed, as opposed to merely callously blowing off your much appreciated and often hysterically funny comments.
I am going to take a cue from
estrella30 though: I am not going to apologize for enjoying writing and posting stories. I'm not going to apologize for the fact that people, all kinds of people, like those stories and have the kindness and make the effort to tell me so. I am not going to apologize for being friends with other people, some of whom also write stories people like, or who make vids people like, or who write meta people like.
I am not going to apologize for doing things that make me happy, and that bring happiness and fun to other people.
This kind of bullshit, however, is not fun. If you don't like my stuff -- fair enough. Please, please by all means go find and comment and support people and work you do like. No harm, no foul.
Good night, ya'll.
I have never read Proust.
...
Okay, and this:
If I hold a gun to your head and force you to read my fic until your eyes bleed, OR
I withhold food and water from you until you write me lengthy, heart-felt and, most of all, flattering comments on everything I post, OR
I badmouth you in public and tell the whole world I think you need to get over the fact that you are not getting the attention you think you deserve...
THEN and only then, can you accuse me of oppressing you.
I will then flex my mighty BNF hands and dismiss you...
You may now leave the fandom.
Just move fucking fast before I beat you to the door.
And yes, I know that's not what she meant, but at the same time... bite me. I don't care if you read my stories or like my prose. I am not a postulant to the Holy Mother of Fannish Obligation.
10:28PM Edit: I am going to bed. I was up at 5:30 this morning and I have two different charity orgs coming tomorrow to haul stuff off. And how utterly stupid do I feel for feeling like I need to tell people I'm going to bed, as opposed to merely callously blowing off your much appreciated and often hysterically funny comments.
I am going to take a cue from
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
I am not going to apologize for doing things that make me happy, and that bring happiness and fun to other people.
This kind of bullshit, however, is not fun. If you don't like my stuff -- fair enough. Please, please by all means go find and comment and support people and work you do like. No harm, no foul.
Good night, ya'll.