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long summer days
Read Red, White & Royal Blue this weekend and some thoughts: The author of “Red, White & Royal Blue” 100% has written fic sex scenes. I mean, the dynamics of the whole book make that obvious, but I am impressed by the careful writing around ever having to use “cock” in the published work. I’m a little surprised there’s no “blown pupils” or someone being “wrecked” yet. Oh but someone’s definitely come undone, and gone soft. Bless. I love u, fandom.
This was a really cute tropey book that made me feel a lot of things (the American family stuff inevitably got me thinking about what that means and feels like), but the thing that made me cry the most was **SPOILERS** blue Texas. I WANT IT. Anyway, it naturally has a happy ending, but I’m glad there were at least some weight of consequences/real fear to a British royal prince coming out bc I’ve read plenty of modern royalty AUs or origfic that blitz right past that. That said, the overall consequences were still sort of glossed over for the happy ending and I’m more or less fine with that, given that this is a feelgood escapist fantasy from the hellscape of reality. LET ME HAVE THIS, let them be happy and in love.
Next up: The Down Goes Brown Guide to the NHL -- some non-fiction for a change! I'm torn between being lost in hockey feelings due to the Blues having won the Cup and their subsequent ridiculously drunk victory parade, and hating the toxicity of hockey fandom/culture specifically. God, it's really just the worst. And yet I can't wait for the awards and draft and next season, with hope for the Canes. Smh.
Today is also Father's Day, which along with Mother's Day, always gets me into those complicated feelings. I have far from the worst parents ever and I have so much to be grateful for in how they raised me and what they've done for me. but I am also self-aware about the kind of relationship we have now (that I have actively chosen), which is due in part to the choices they made and the relationship we had when I was younger. All the public professions each year make me have to remind myself that it is okay to have a complicated relationship with my parents and to both love and resent them simultaneously. (...and that I don't owe anyone an explanation of that.)
It has been a moody day, but got to talk to M a bit about how we wish we lived in the same city. Chicago can be maybe a future goal...
This was a really cute tropey book that made me feel a lot of things (the American family stuff inevitably got me thinking about what that means and feels like), but the thing that made me cry the most was **SPOILERS** blue Texas. I WANT IT. Anyway, it naturally has a happy ending, but I’m glad there were at least some weight of consequences/real fear to a British royal prince coming out bc I’ve read plenty of modern royalty AUs or origfic that blitz right past that. That said, the overall consequences were still sort of glossed over for the happy ending and I’m more or less fine with that, given that this is a feelgood escapist fantasy from the hellscape of reality. LET ME HAVE THIS, let them be happy and in love.
Next up: The Down Goes Brown Guide to the NHL -- some non-fiction for a change! I'm torn between being lost in hockey feelings due to the Blues having won the Cup and their subsequent ridiculously drunk victory parade, and hating the toxicity of hockey fandom/culture specifically. God, it's really just the worst. And yet I can't wait for the awards and draft and next season, with hope for the Canes. Smh.
Today is also Father's Day, which along with Mother's Day, always gets me into those complicated feelings. I have far from the worst parents ever and I have so much to be grateful for in how they raised me and what they've done for me. but I am also self-aware about the kind of relationship we have now (that I have actively chosen), which is due in part to the choices they made and the relationship we had when I was younger. All the public professions each year make me have to remind myself that it is okay to have a complicated relationship with my parents and to both love and resent them simultaneously. (...and that I don't owe anyone an explanation of that.)
It has been a moody day, but got to talk to M a bit about how we wish we lived in the same city. Chicago can be maybe a future goal...
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Complicated, mixed feelings kind of sums it up.
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