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May. 25th, 2010 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsI've just been looking at Camp Sparkle pictures and oh man, Camp Sparklers. I miss you all so much right now.
I was a little wary of actually looking because I hate seeing pictures of myself, and knew some had been taken during the reading of the Lava Lamp story where I was laughing so hard that I knew I'd look deranged, but I like them. All of them. Pictures of us in our tiaras and hugging and the huge bed and in the garden and watching Glee on the laptop and why are you all scattered around the world and not right here with me!?
In other news, I was seriously considering signing up for kink bingo, a case of sink or swimming as it were. I gave myself a stern talking to. That I love reading about kink and will happily talk about it, then I felt my Victorian Spinster Aunt bonnet settle on my head and knew that I was deluding myself. Because sure, if pushed I can write sex, but it takes serious effort. Why torture myself when that time could be used to write cold boys huddling for warmth, talks around kitchen tables, angst and woe and suffering oh my!
But I did consider it, because clearly I'm insane.
I was a little wary of actually looking because I hate seeing pictures of myself, and knew some had been taken during the reading of the Lava Lamp story where I was laughing so hard that I knew I'd look deranged, but I like them. All of them. Pictures of us in our tiaras and hugging and the huge bed and in the garden and watching Glee on the laptop and why are you all scattered around the world and not right here with me!?
In other news, I was seriously considering signing up for kink bingo, a case of sink or swimming as it were. I gave myself a stern talking to. That I love reading about kink and will happily talk about it, then I felt my Victorian Spinster Aunt bonnet settle on my head and knew that I was deluding myself. Because sure, if pushed I can write sex, but it takes serious effort. Why torture myself when that time could be used to write cold boys huddling for warmth, talks around kitchen tables, angst and woe and suffering oh my!
But I did consider it, because clearly I'm insane.
