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And if that's too much, take it breath by breath.
advancing gender equality by making my female characters bad listeners and self-serving and focused on their own shit and politically incorrect and disinterested in the inner worlds of the men in their lives and hostile to other women and emotionally immature and ruthless and cunning and apolitical to their own detriment and complicit and
also the deliberateness of, “I have an addiction to benzos” vs “I had an addiction to benzos.”
Small victories daily
Be the girl at the gym right after work when it's busy.
Be the girl at the gym on Sunday afternoon when it's empty.
Consistency is key. Discipline is non negotiable.
Fic Post: Girl Talk
I have like four things going simultaneously and I've been dithering over what to post next. I had decided on a different story, but that one has a thing with a scorecard in it, and in all my revisions I had hopelessly lost count of how often a thing happens, so I need someone with fresh eyes to glance over it. All my regular long-term betas are committed elsewhere or haven't been up for it, so I thought I'd ask someone new, and they said yes but have gone radio silent, so I'm just going to let that ride a while. So instead I'm posting this one, which is a direct sequel to Mutual Support, and features Ilya and Jacki and some more HTML (and even more in chapters to come).
Girl Talk: Chapter 1, on AO3
“Yes! Is his sexy striptease! I am naked on bed looking glorious like always I do, and he is standing by door shaking out clothes and folding them like, what is word. Like… like Jeeves, from TV show.” “Oh my God,” Jacki said. Then, “Well, I might find that hot. Was it hot?” “It was unfortunately very hot,” Ilya confessed. “He is very, very beautiful.” “But he left his socks on.” “Yes! He left on socks, and I thought to say take them off what is wrong with you, but then, I was so distracted. It was so much, you know?” “It sounds it,” Jacki said. “I think he has figured out to take off socks now,” Ilya said, “but first few times, always he left them on, and I am thinking, what kind of man fucks with his socks on. But then, God help me. I think this man is sexy. With his fucking socks on, Jacki. With no one single stitch but his fucking socks.” “It’s like sexy lingerie, but if you’re into jocks, I guess,” Jacki said. “I do not know most of those words,” Ilya said after a moment. “What is. Lon. zher. Ay. This is French?” “Lingerie is like, fancy women’s undergarments,” Jacki said. “I guess it is a French word, yeah, but I’m pretty sure we use it in English.” “Sometimes I can cheat,” Ilya said, “if it’s French word then we use it in Russian too. But not this one. Lonzhereyyy. I like. But no his socks are not like fancy women’s underthings. They are hockey player socks. Clean ones usually, he is very clean. But just hockey player socks.” “I don’t know any hockey players I would describe as very clean,” Jacki said, “but then maybe your standards are different than mine.” Well, Shane, she thought, was indeed very clean, but he obviously didn’t mean… Oh fuck.