Sometimes I Am So Done With the Internet…

If you haven’t already heard about what happened to Ficlit78, you must be living under a rock. It’s positively disgusting and I sincerely hope there is some sort of monitory recompense for it, however that’s not going to soothe the sting. It’s not really financial compensation that I’m sure she’s yearning for right about now. She has my sincere sympathy because I can imagine what she’s going through right now, and that’s without having a full picture of what she might have sacrificed in order to work on her stories. Stories that she believed wouldn’t be stolen by some degenerate that mastered the art of copy and paste. Resemble my ass.

On top of that, I’m also really fucking sick of hearing/reading about 50 Shades of An Abusive relationship. As I told Scribe this morning in a Facebook comment, I got into a debate with my Mom about that series the other day. Last week when I went to get my hair cut, the woman who has been cutting my hair since I was a toddler invited my mom to a 50 Shades party and I gave her judgey eyes for it. I proceeded to go off on an epic rant about all the things wrong with the series. Suffice it to say, Ana was not prepared for my level of wrath on this topic.

There are few things that I can cop to really hating deep in my marrow, and this is one of those things. I despise everything about this series. I refuse to read it. I refuse to give that “author” any of my money. Knowing that it stemmed from the Twilight fandom is enough for me, but then it was explained to me what the book is about and that just sealed its fate. My mom’s argument for why the series is a love story is because Christian “changes” in the end.

Because that somehow makes it okay that for however many pages/chapters/books before that he was an abusive dickhead? I fail to see how that’s a good message to send to teenage girls who have no business reading these sorts of books to begin with. That’s another issue altogether, but since they’re reading these books it’s something that should be considered.

Scribe made the great point that if Christian was stripped of his money and good looks, no one would give a single fuck about him. The sad truth is, she’s absolutely right. Yeah, sure, it’s a fantasy to have a good looking, wealthy man take interest in you. But is it worth it if you become his VICTIM? That’s the part that gets glazed over. Anastasia isn’t his girlfriend, she’s his victim.

And this movie is being released on Valentine’s Day.

Right, yeah, makes total sense! Nothing says, “I love you!” like lukewarm sex scenes and an abusive relationship. Enjoy your popcorn, motherfuckers. It’ll be the highlight of your evening.

I have rage about this. So much rage.

I won’t even get into some of the crazy shit I see on my Facebook feed. I swear, I really need to just take a step back from that crap for a while because it’s clearly starting to cause psychological damage. That’s not good.

On another, much happier note…


Scribe totally took that pic on one of her trips up here to Chicago. I just doctored it a little. Chicago misses you, Scribe! I do too! Even though I just saw you a few weeks ago haha. So everyone go wish Scribe a super happy birthday. And even though I personally don’t much care for the Beatles…

Don’t ever say I don’t love you, Lindsay Jo! I just posted the FUCKING BEATLES ON MY BLOG FOR YOU.

I’m going to go chill the fuck out before I give myself an aneurysm or a stroke or something. Peace out kiddies!

It’s Been A While…

I’m going to start by thanking everyone that participated in the Emma Meets World project.


Most of your goodies were stuffed into that box and mailed to her while Scribe was here, and she was thrilled to receive it. So thank you all for sending me the things you did and helping Emma learn a little more about the world around her.

I’ve been stuck on Cross Out Name and I’ve just been a shit about updating on a weekly basis. I have a few chapters banked, but I keep forgetting to upload them for you. Have no fear, I’ve added a new one so you can now get on with the next chapter. Hopefully my brain will unfuck itself and I can get back to work on it. I will finish that story, I promise! I’m changing the layout on my page so that all of the chapters will appear in the sidebar from now on since there are so many complaints about the drop down menu at the top. I’m going to work on adding previous and next links, but as I’ve said before, that’s a time consuming process. Seriously, it’s not that hard to just use the drop down. Also, if you’re reading from a mobile device, considering downloading the WP app. It’s super easy to use and very reader friendly.

Crossed Out Name: Chapter 15

Writing with Missy Dee has been very productive for us both. I’m super excited about teaming up with her. I still love writing with Scribe, but there’s a definite difference in the kinds of stories I can write with Missy as opposed to what I can write with Scribe. When I told Scribe about Play With Fire her first reaction was, “No.” I like that the stories Missy and I are talking about writing all have a taboo-ish edge to them and might make people cringe a little bit but they become almost guilty pleasure type stories without getting so far from reality that you can’t recognize the situations as being ones that could actually happen.

Which leads me to a little rant I need to expel from my system. I’m going to put the majority of this under a cut so that anyone not reading Play With Fire doesn’t have to read this or get spoiled with this post if they were planning to wait until it’s finished posting to read it. Check me out being all considerate and shit…

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