trahern

While bringing together my thoughts on Nana's latest set, I once again become aware of the various distinct voices in my head. There are four of them... or three and one whose presence is usually only felt rather than heard.

There's the gentleman. Old-fashioned guy, top hat and tails, pocketwatch (which is in my jeans pocket right now, just without the chain), monacle... he'd have a moustache too, if only I could grow a decent one. He keeps me in check. For instance, when some drunk parked their car in my front garden monday night, he made sure I didn't consider smashing it up until after said drunk had got back into it and driven off.

Then there's the mischievous imp. He looks almost exactly like the ones in World of Warcraft, except instead of being a little whiner whenever you talk to him, he laughs his head off. I'm not sure what colour he is, though... he's a sneaky little bastard. His ideas can rub some people the wrong way, but sometimes his influence is too strong for me to care, because I don't think I should care what other people think. I don't want to be a character in a Jane Austin novel. This is where the rebel in me resides.

There's also the monster. It was born out of hate, directed at fellow students, my father, and finally my mother. Things went completely off the rails when it got to my mother, and it wasn't really her fault. Still, two years in hell feel like two hundred, and you don't come back from that unscathed. After she finally died was the worst. The monster almost had free reign, but I eventually regained the balance. Too late to save some things, but that's the nature of mistakes. The monster and I remain similiar in appearance, except that it's an obtenebrating Lasombra, often in the grip of frenzy. (That's a Vampire: the Masquerade reference. I imagined the shadowstep discipline before I'd even heard of V:tM.)

Last and - according to some - not least, there's the nerd. He kinda hums along in the background. He's why I finally decided to start buying Star Trek TNG DVDs yesterday, among other things. He's exactly like me, except he's in a perpetual state of needing to eat, sleep and bathe. He's probably also the source of most of my obsessive compulsive behaviour.

Here are their thoughts on the set:

Gentleman: Oh. Oh! Oh dear...
Imp: HAHAHAAAH! Look at the wonderful mess she's started!
Monster: My perfect girlfriend... except with tits. But having a couple extra body parts to suck on isn't a bad thing.
Nerd: Ooh, Nana's getting naked again. *fwap* *fwap* *fwap*

To be honest, I haven't jerked off to a set since Evette and Posh got cuddly together. Perhaps I've been here long enough for it all to become standard fare. Perhaps it's mostly become standard fare. Then something like this happens, and people either love it or hate with little room in between...

I had more to say, but I've just noticed the set has been pulled. I think I'll wait.

Edited to add my comment in the set, for posterity or something:

Hm, now I see what all the fuss is about. I'll have to think about a decent and thorough response, which I probably won't post here. In that regard, Nana, thank you for making me think. Bitch.

Not sure set comments is the place for a discussion about the set. There's probably a reason why lovers' comments go here, haters' comments go to the SG masters.

Speaking of whom. I've been skimming through the first pages and I saw a lot of black names, and apparently there's been some editing tomfoolery going on as well. Setting aside the content of the set itself, I hope that the Powers That Be are not taking advantage of Nana's honest perversity to stir shit up.