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Geekrotica #2: THE SUPERFOX by me… under a pen name. 

10 Reasons to Buy, Read, Review, Recommend:

1. Because geeks are sexy.

2. Because the safe word is Mjolnir and “meow-meow” doesn’t count.

3. Because it’s possibly the first sex scene ever to successfully employ the Konami Code.

4. Because kilts.

5. Because hot guys in kilts.

6. Because hot guys in kilts who look like Thor banging geek girls who look like Wonder Woman.

7. Because she gets tied up with the Lasso of Truth.

8. Because people deserve to know the truth about what happened during Atlanta’s Snowpocalypse.

9. Because it’s only $1.99 for 64 pages of YUMMY.

10. Because it’s a great follow-up to Geekrotica 1: THE LUMBERFOX.

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Cognitive Dissonance

mikejung:

I don’t know if what I’m about to rattle on about actually does involve cognitive dissonance, because I think the “contradictions” I have in mind may not be contradictory in a true sense.

I’ve been actively, genuinely participating in the ongoing diversity dialogue for the first time, and this…

I know this feel.

It’s really hard to unpack who you were as a kid, who you *were* as an adult, and who you *are* as an adult, now. At times, it’s almost like three different, warring viewpoints, and sometimes you’re not aware of the 3rd viewpoint until someone points it out to you after seeing it in your writing.

I worry that SERVANTS OF THE STORM will be criticized for a middle-class white woman’s take on what it’s like to be a mixed race teen in a poorer area. But dammit, babies, I had to try. Because there are enough books about white girls.

One of my biggest personal issues relates to slut shaming. I was raised in a very prudish household and taught that showing too much skin, caring too much about your beauty, being thin, or enjoying sex made you a bad person. And I want to write books that embrace teen sexuality in a way that would have been much more healthy for me at that age. And yet my agent and beta readers point out my innate, snarky slut shamer, rising from the depths of her long-enough jean shorts and never-red fingernails to make snide commentary on girls who wear thongs and Ugg boots. And then I feel like I’ve betrayed my readers and myself and double down in revisions to remove my bias.

The best we can do is try to improve. Try to do better. And never let fear of doing it wrong stop us from trying.

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wilwheaton:

hunkgame:

aatombomb:

vanityfair:

V.F. Portrait | Neil Patrick Harris

Photograph by Annie Leibovitz. 

God damn.

UM

I have never wanted to be a snake so bad in my life.

How am I supposed to make this tumblr teen-safe if you keep reblogging things like this? DAMMIT, NPH. DAMMIT, SNAKE.

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hardyholic:

Tom Hardy on May 2014 Esquire.

HOLY SCRAT. Tom Hardy is a LUMBERFOX.

(via wilwheaton)

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little dude: THE NEXT TIME I SEE A SPIDER, I’M PUNCHING IT.

sister: Dude, you can’t punch a spider.

little dude: I CAN. AND HAVE.

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her: I’m a green macaw from Rio, and my name is Emerald.

him: MOMMY, I’M A RED PIRATE FARMER HIPPO BIRD FROM RIO, AND MY NAME IS SILLYDOODLE OPTIMUS BIRDBOTTOM DINOMITE. *puts red bandana on head and throws the horns*

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him: I WANT TO GO HOME AND PLAY WITH MY BALLS.

me: *laughs madly* 

him: IT’S NOT FUNNY. THEY GLOW IN THE DARK.

me: *laughs insanely* 

him: STOP LAUGHING AT ME BECAUSE I LOVE MY BOUNCY BALLS.

me: *dies laughing*

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It was the first thing he opened.
MOMMY, YOU RUINED CHRISTMAS WITH YOUR JAR OF POOTS.
I’m the happiest girl in the world. <3

It was the first thing he opened.

MOMMY, YOU RUINED CHRISTMAS WITH YOUR JAR OF POOTS.

I’m the happiest girl in the world. <3

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him: WHAT ARE YOU GETTING ME FOR CHRISTMAS?
me: A jar of poots.
him: THAT&#8217;S NOT FUNNY. YOU CAN&#8217;T EVEN DO THAT.
me: I totally can. I&#8217;ve been putting all my poots in a jar for the last six months, and that&#8217;s what you&#8217;re getting tomorrow.
him: THAT&#8217;S A LIE. YOU NEVER POOT.
me: *stares* That&#8217;s what you think.
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So guess what he&#8217;s getting for Christmas tomorrow?
Mm hmm. A Poot Jar.

him: WHAT ARE YOU GETTING ME FOR CHRISTMAS?

me: A jar of poots.

him: THAT’S NOT FUNNY. YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THAT.

me: I totally can. I’ve been putting all my poots in a jar for the last six months, and that’s what you’re getting tomorrow.

him: THAT’S A LIE. YOU NEVER POOT.

me: *stares* That’s what you think.

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So guess what he’s getting for Christmas tomorrow?

Mm hmm. A Poot Jar.

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him: MOMMY, I CAN’T FIND THE LAST UNICORN. I LOOKED EVERYWHERE.

me: Did you look in the movie cabinet?

him: …UH, NO.

me: Go look there.

him: *five seconds later* I LOOKED IN THE MOVIE CABINET. IT’S NOT THERE.

me: Did you look by the XBOX?

him: …UH, NO.

me: Go look there.

him: *five seconds later* UGH. IT’S NOT THERE EITHER. WAIT. DO YOU THINK THE RED BULL DROVE IT INTO THE SEA? BECAUSE IT’S THE LAST UNICORN, AND THAT’S KIND OF WHAT THE RED BULL IS SUPPOSED TO DO.

me: *rummages behind XBOX* Nope Here it is.

him: OH MY GOSH. YOU ARE SOME KIND OF SCHMENDRICKER.

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Note: Last night, we were fortunate to see a high-def showing of The Last Unicorn at our local theater and enjoy a Q&A with Peter S. Beagle. Little Dude has been a big fan of this movie since the first time he saw it and has a love/hate relationship with the Red Bull. Your heart would melt into invisible wine if you could hear him sing the theme song at the top of his lungs. It comes out I’M AWIIIIIIIIIVE I’M AWWWWWI-YI-YI-YIIIIIIIIVE!!!!