Queen of Tautology

I was 18 and I remember being floored that I could see myself on tv and not just in painfully terrible indie movies. They were so sweet and well written too.

I am only on this website for fanart, fanfic, and maybe some photography every so often. Please don’t send me political stuff of any kind in my “for you”. If I wanted to engage with politics I’d go literally anywhere else on the internet. Thank you.

Fancy bitch adventures: It’s warm. I’m wearing my fav new teal coat, some shiny Chelsea boots, I’ve got my face on. My doorman asks me where I’m going. I’m going to the tailor. He’s got my tuxedo dress and am coming in for a fitting before he finishes it up for march.

I got a dark red silk robe off Etsy and I like to wear it while I’m writing because it really puts me into that Kate Moseley/Lena Luthor/Miranda Priestly/Pansy Parkinson mindset. I might have too many descriptions of how delicious anger is.

This could pretty easily be written as a super corp fic, but I never watched supergirl (just read hundreds upon hundreds of fanfics) and I don’t want to shoehorn in Lex Luthors and Lillians and Brainys. Vivian - the figure skater is an only child with a dead mom, just like in the movie. And Carrie, the hockey player, didn’t have her whole family die in an explosion when she was 13. I know if I wrote it as supercorp I could get a beta reader and probably a lot of hits on ao3. But it doesn’t feel right?

I might post some excerpts here. TBD.

He: 5’8” ish, wearing a jacket which covers a pullover. I can vaguely see MD embroidered on the pullover.

Me: 5’4”, wearing a hoodie that says “Live Girls Dance, Dead Men Float” and teal workout leggings. And Birkenstocks.

The doorman looks at both of us.

The doctor or something says, “Ladies first”

I look at him and say “I don’t see any ladies here”. Deadpan. He stammers.

The doorman checks and sees that the doctor doesn’t have any pending packages anyway. He leaves.

1 - in retrospect, wtf?

2 - this was in 2003.

3 - I’m old. And look at this gayness.

Lady 1: 60 stories makes me scared

Me: it’s very safe

Lady 2: how do you know?

Me: I work in this building and I’m very authoritative

Lady 2: well, that must help in your job.

Me: oh I’m authoritative in general. It’s a feature.

Lady 1: oh. It’s a feature?

Her: Outside robe or inside?

Me: Definitely inside.

Her: What are you planning to have when you wear it?

Me: Preferably another person there.

Her: Oh. I meant like wine.

I’m on an anonymous professional app called Fishbowl where people are identified as “Attorney 1” and similar. Someone asked for peoples wins in the “Women in Law” bowl.

I said it was a shit year for me but that I bought a few really expensive vibrators so that helped.