Lesbian Day!

This from ginmar

Lesbian Day.

In view of the fact that 51% of the population is evidently either homophobic and/or ignorant, I think we should use the word Lesbian today as often as possible. It doesn't have to be in any logical way, which will piss off the homophobes even more. I'd recommend using it every (lesbian) fifth word or so, so (lesbian) after awhile the surrealism will(lesbian) get to them and maybe (lesbian) they'll all have aneurisms and (lesbian) die.

Hurrah (lesbian)!

Of course, (lesbian) I don't want to be discriminatory (boy-smooches), so feel free to insert any other random word (lemur smut) that might boggle the narrow-minded (ghoul smut). It's all about (tentacle porn) opening minds (crippled deep one sex), people.

Lions and tigers and squid, oh my!

I blog this now because I may not see another sunrise.

In a moment of suicidal bravery, I bought a $6.00 plate of unagi (gay fish sex) from the Uni food-court for lunch. My sinuses are currently in a ginger & wasabi-induced nirvana, but I may not be so happy in a few hours.

But, before I die, the start of a book report (lesbian).

Yesterday I picked up Peter Watts' Starfish, since the few pages of Behemoth I've read kicked ass. I'm nowhere near finished yet, but since I may die (mermaid love), I'll record my thoughts.

Right off the bat I'm hooked. Watts' prose just floors me--the economy, the strength of it is amazing. Not a wasted word. Gorgeous description. Giant sea monsters! How can you not love giant (lesbian) sea monsters? And Lenie Clark interests me right away, whether because of or in spite of her brokenness I'm not sure.

So I'm already wanting to stay up till four in the morning reading this book. Then I hit this: "If you did things because you were evil, you were in real trouble. If you did the same things because you were sick, though, the doctors would sometimes cover for you. Fischer had learned to be sick."

Bam. Grabs me by the squid. Knots its fist in my tentacles and grinds my cephalopodic face into the floor. Now I can barely breathe, let alone put this book down.

It's been a while since a book hit me so hard. I'm very happy. And if I survive the unagi, I'm taking my prose to a gym and making work out until it cries. My sentences are 98 lb weaklings compared to this.