Each day that I read Michelle Tea's writing, I become more like a teenybopper on fanatic. She signed one of her books for me and put, "Great hair. Love, Michelle."
Michelle Tea is my literary hero. We write almost in the exact same style, about the exact same topics. We have the exact same sense of humor. Only I think she's better because she's older and has had racier, more violent experiences with being a young lesbian in San Francisco than I have.
Although I am a gynocentric, radical feminist, there is something awful and Catholic in me, a strong sense of values/monogamy/romanticism that burns white hot.
Yes, I do what I want, say what I want without fear of other people, etc. But Michelle Tea's stories are so full of descriptive sex and violence that I feel my stories pale in comparison a little. Oh sure, i've gotten a cannibal's phone number. But does that really compare to her real life accounts of living as a prostitute once?
Honestly. I feel like my stories are just like Michelle Tea's, for younger, tamer dykes. Yes i've lived an exciting life here the past couple of years, clubbing and moshing and grabbing boobs, but Tea has experience and age up on me.
And the Aries in me is always impatient. I want to write an award winning novel...NOW! I want to find the love of my life...NOW! I always rush into things headfirst and think about asking the questions later. I'm 20. I should chill, and observe. I've already come far, publishing little snippets here and there. But I can be better. I know I can. The Aries in me wants to push forth for excellence and accomplish the best that I'm capable of...
NOW!
Someone approached me on the street and, having read my first published poem, "Monkey Love" told me they called up all of their friends and left my poem on their answering machines. I was flattered. And someone else said they saw my "When lesbians attack" article on the wall of someone else's college dorm room. It makes me feel happy, that other people are reading my work and liking it, that it affects them.
But I am ready to try a novel. Or a collection of short stories. I just run out of steam midway and poof! It's gone. My "Adventures of the Bionic Femme" has been put on hold for "research" for about a year now. I'm too afraid it will get rejected if sent to a publishing house.
I'm thinking that maybe tonight, i'll force myself to stay home and put together the Bionic Femme stories of last summer, edit them and see what I come up with...
Michelle Tea is my literary hero. We write almost in the exact same style, about the exact same topics. We have the exact same sense of humor. Only I think she's better because she's older and has had racier, more violent experiences with being a young lesbian in San Francisco than I have.
Although I am a gynocentric, radical feminist, there is something awful and Catholic in me, a strong sense of values/monogamy/romanticism that burns white hot.
Yes, I do what I want, say what I want without fear of other people, etc. But Michelle Tea's stories are so full of descriptive sex and violence that I feel my stories pale in comparison a little. Oh sure, i've gotten a cannibal's phone number. But does that really compare to her real life accounts of living as a prostitute once?
Honestly. I feel like my stories are just like Michelle Tea's, for younger, tamer dykes. Yes i've lived an exciting life here the past couple of years, clubbing and moshing and grabbing boobs, but Tea has experience and age up on me.
And the Aries in me is always impatient. I want to write an award winning novel...NOW! I want to find the love of my life...NOW! I always rush into things headfirst and think about asking the questions later. I'm 20. I should chill, and observe. I've already come far, publishing little snippets here and there. But I can be better. I know I can. The Aries in me wants to push forth for excellence and accomplish the best that I'm capable of...
NOW!
Someone approached me on the street and, having read my first published poem, "Monkey Love" told me they called up all of their friends and left my poem on their answering machines. I was flattered. And someone else said they saw my "When lesbians attack" article on the wall of someone else's college dorm room. It makes me feel happy, that other people are reading my work and liking it, that it affects them.
But I am ready to try a novel. Or a collection of short stories. I just run out of steam midway and poof! It's gone. My "Adventures of the Bionic Femme" has been put on hold for "research" for about a year now. I'm too afraid it will get rejected if sent to a publishing house.
I'm thinking that maybe tonight, i'll force myself to stay home and put together the Bionic Femme stories of last summer, edit them and see what I come up with...
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melissa2:
If I come to SF can I meet you.......?
prettyb0y:
Yay for Bfemme stories and yay for writing. The best stuff comes, when you're only writing for yourself, even if some of it may be to personal to share.