being in denmark is messing with my mind

[ink_splotch]

I think there must be some kind of problem with me; I am drawn towards really crappy English TV-shows like, like a magnet draws iron. Or something. And now I'm into Skins, which I am being mocked for by Gemma already, but it's kind of addictive - or certainly, the Emily/Naomi storyline is. I mean, sure, it's just another coming-out story, but it's really well executed and just so...realistic? And Emily such an awesomely sweet character and hot and also, a box of fannies. I kind of - actually, it mostly makes me very, very happy I'm not a teenager anymore, and that I've always been very sure of my sexuality (at least, I've never had doubts about liking fannies. I waver on the male issue).

Also, I've been listening to Mads and Monopolet so much that I'm turning it into a fandom. Skins is preferable to this, as Danish fandoms only end in tears, or rather, in really weird fanfiction scenarios.

Also, also, internets, why so low on Regeneration fanfiction? I want to read more about Rivers and Sassoon, and as my biographies and Ghost Road are in England, I look to the internet. And no help. This, I feel is not fair.

Comments

[lattara.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, no, honey, there's nothing wrong with you. Or rather, not any more than usual. You're revising, I was expecting something like it *ages* ago. *grins*

Remember Take That? Because God knows I do. *laughs*

(Also, I seem to recall reading somewhere that female homosexuality has a tendency to lie closer to bisexuality than male homosexuality. But since no one really knows, especially because no one has actually had an luck *defining* what homosexuality is, we're sort of stuck with going, "well. Just do what feels good, I guess? And hand me that sandwich.")

oh, oh, oh! Talking about Danish fandoms, do you remember that politician slash? Scarred. for. life.

[likethesun2.livejournal.com]

I'm assuming you've already seen the Yuletide fanfiction for Regeneration? 'cause yeah, that's all I know of. (Uhhhh, besides something I wrote once, but I was sixteen or something at the time.)