"Robin Lee Oswald--is the chat room your invention? Are you happy with it? Is there a kind of sameness to all chat rooms?" Yes, the site is my invention, but no I don't think my board is like the rest, ha. I'm not particularly happy with it, but it's young yet, and I'll give it time before I decide whether or not to go back to blogging. Blogging is a solo act and I wanted to try my luck with building community. I've met a couple cool people who I talk to every day, that doesn't happen with blogs. "Why not another 'literary' site like troublewaits?" There's a literary forum on Our Common Condition, called We Are The Music Makers, it's just a place to post poems and stories and such. "Or how about a troublewaits- like site and a related chat site to help others, inspire them to put together their own defining place on the worldwide web?" Why don't you? Could you be any less supportive, Jeff? Christ. I wonder about your remoteness. Is it general, or just me? It's been hard to talk to you the last couple years. It's not like I haven't tried, and I guess I gave up. And this last six months you went missing scared me so much, I thought you could be dead, so I'm perhaps more self- protective than I would be in other circumstances. This is the most honest communication I think we've had in a long time. I have some grief regarding that and how things have turned out. I do think of you often and miss our good times. It's Sunday morning and I'm listening to Billie Holiday, it's really good. Take care, love, Robin.
Beside the whirring rooftop air-conditioning machine while the sun sank prettily in a polluted Christmas Day Sky, 4 p.m. Shannen had arrived an hour early smoking half a pack of light cigarettes while she waited.
When she saw Molly emerge from the rooftop exit door she beamed, beautiful (Shannen's beauty almost didn't diminish when she frowned.)
Molly and Shannen were quiet a while, watching the city in the early dusk. Then, Molly turned to Shannen excitedly: "It's so obvious! Let's be superheroes!"
Shannen: "Oh yeah! Yes!"
They raced down the five flights of stairs, both ovulating, their swollen breasts adorable, splendid really under silk (Shannen!) and linen (Molly!) shirts!
In the little story there are no men, no need to exert power, the next episode will feature their adventures, never having sex with anybody but deeply in love only with each other. Origin stories of superheroes sometimes feature a resolution, a will to power. These picture stars will have more fun than Spider-Man, maybe they'll solve major problems with a phonecall. The fact that they are beautiful and confident and oblivious to
disappointment is a truly powerful position to begin your secret life from. It's nice that you don't have followers. I seem to follow myself around.
If you want to write fanfic about sexualized women you should think about giving them agency, Jeff. Sexual agency. Re-read your piece with that in mind.
Bullshit, you mock and trivialize the "superhero" characterization by gratuitously sexualizing the women, and in gross biological terms (ovulating). It's simple garden variety misogyny, Jeff. Ick.
And you have a lot of nerve to lecture me about happiness. You! Jeff, um....
your future endeavors.
A major accomplishment: Robin Plan's TROUBLE WAITS (2002)
Fantastic essays on human rights and many difficult experiences: Robin Plan's WRITHE SAFELY (2006-09)