bratty_one's Journal
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
6:29AM
I'm having nightmares of small children and lovers being on fire.
That's never a good sign.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
10:11AM
I was just getting used to this city not feeling like a bad horror movie -- bad fantasy, perhaps, but not *horror*. Now I want to go find Anne Rice and rip her spine out through her nose, all over again.
I do not like being scared. It pisses me off.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
3:04AM
People really can be a bit slow sometimes.
Liam, I love you. You've got me for as long as you'll have me (and for as long as I have you, of course).
You marvellous bastard.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
8:15AM
I Married My Stalker.
I think that sounds like an article just waiting to be written. Unfortunately, it also sounds like a psychiatric diagnosis just waiting to be made.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
9:14PM
I am coming out publically on Janurary 1st. I have no idea how the news will be taken, but I'm finding that I no longer much care. Hiding it, or attempting to, is an exercise in both the ridiculous and the futile.
Monday, October 20, 2008
8:07AM
I may never walk again. I certainly won't be leaving the apartment until the bruises and bite-marks heal. Wonderful weekend at the time, but the recovery's going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. Literally.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
6:10AM - Third Person, Closed.
Brian was, by nature, something of a loner. He never had been, and never would be, capable of being nearly as vivacious and gregacious as Lestat -- Liam. He was quieter, more introspective and, frankly, bitchier.
Still, he'd met his deadline and handed his manuscript over for editing. That meant he had time to catch up with people, and he really should try to check up on his sister if no one else. As long as there was no talk of their dead brother that should be just about bearable. Maybe.
Of course, he should also catch up with Liam and find out who (besides Geoff) he was sleeping with these days. If he was feeling particularly ambitious he might even talk to Geoff, as he'd heard Geoff wanted to do. On second thought, if he was feeling particularly ambitious he'd get out and meet new people. If he was feeling particularly masochistic he'd talk to Geoff.
All in all, though, he was there and alive and well. It was more than could be said for the bulk of his previous life.
Fucking Lestat.
Monday, August 25, 2008
1:22PM
If you ask me for an autograph and don't specifiy what you would like it on, I will write my name across your forehead. If you don't give me a writing impliment, I will use my own -- and it will a sharpie, and you will look like an idiot for several days. Of course if you do all of that you are an idiot and derserve it.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
11:51AM - Third Person, Narrative
Brian was waiting.
Without knowing what he was waiting for, or even realizing that he was, he was waiting. He was waiting for a tiny blonde child to show up on his doorstep, to call him daddy and fling herself in rush of ruffles and lace into his arms, and say that she was hungry.
He didn't realize it when he was awake, but as he slept -- the sleep of the living, not the dead -- breath slow and regular, pulse too loud in his ears, he knew what he was waiting for. What he wanted. What he was reaching for and trying to find.
He heard her screams.
Brian was waiting.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
4:37PM
Yes.
I have the memories of a fictional character.
That fictional character was Louis de Pointe du Lac.
I am as gay as a three dollar bill.
I am regularly fucked by Liam Lechance.
I have been regularly fucked by Liam Lechance for years.
I know who else he is sleeping with.
I do not care.
Now sod off and leave me alone.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
3:08PM - Third Person, Closed
Brian bitched a lot about the heat and sun in Tampa. He bitched, but he bitched out of love and near obligation. The truth was, he loved it. He loved it. It was a reminder that he was very, very much alive. All the photophobia and pale skin in the world wouldn't have kept him living a life of complete climate control and shadows.
Especially the shadows.
Sitting at an outside table at a cafe, he paused his writing and looked up to where the light was dancing through leaves, casting shifting and dappled shadows across the pavement, he grinned a bit. The shadows were kind of pretty, too though.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
8:42AM
Someone needs to smack the shit out of Tampa. There's no reason that Pride shouldn't be in the city. The entire City is queer as a three dollar bill.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
3:54PM
I am going to New York in the morning, for a signing. I'll be back in ten days, provided Tampa's still standing.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
3:37PM
I hate this city.
I don't like heat, humidity, or the sun.
Yet, here I am.
And the longer I am here, the more I want to bite someone.
Literally.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
11:11AM - Third Person, Closed
He would have been perfectly happy, if he hadn't woke up to a screaming, snarling cat attached to his torso. Claudius, apparently, had some sort of issue. Brian just bled, and cursed a lot.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
11:40PM - Third Person, Closed
There was very little that Tampa could throw that Brian could not, to some degree or another, cope with. The storm was no different - he could and did cope. He was just very, extremely, pissy about it. And spent a lot of energy bitching.
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