Awwwww! Where are you with the goats??
This month we started a raw milk share! Big herd of mamas, lots of babies frolicking and climbing on things, and one bear-like guard dog named Zeus! The pictures are from our pickup yesterday, but I was too exhausted to post them right after.
I am a huge Klaine fan, and I believe they will be endgame.
But it’s not important to me that they are, which I suppose makes me a Bad Fan.
The fact is, it doesn’t change my life. And it doesn’t change my ability to tell the stories I want to tell. Perhaps most importantly, Klaine has mattered because of the context they’ve existed in — in-universe on Glee, in media in general, in our cultural moment.
And when much of fandom has privileged their relationship over so many other stories and types of stories about all sorts of people, including other queer youth, I just feel tired.
Klaine has mattered in the context. And parts of fandom’s, at times relentless, drive to focus on them to the exclusion of the context, has sometimes made them less.
They matter for how their story is and isn’t like yours. If you erase all the other stories, they don’t matter.
Basically, what I’m wondering is if the tenor of fannish engagement requires, in general, an eradication of often enriching context?
Watching the full moon rise through my bedroom window.
My darling grandparents are here. I love them, but even the most well-intentioned good-hearted people can be exhausting. I know they’re just trying to understand what’s going on with me; after all, they’re here so they can learn my needs and let my poor parents take a vacation.
I feel like I had a burst of almost-good days earlier this week, and now I’m feeling burned out again. While restless. Tired and wired, all the time. Probably going to remain pretty quiet on here for now.
My mom has developed such respect for my computer time that I’ve gotten out of the habit of reflexively hiding tumblr when another person enters the room. That’s gonna have to change: grandparents have a very different relationship to my computer screen. I’m just grateful that so far the only thing they’ve seen was a graphic about knitting!
Baby goats are my very favorite :) We’ve started getting raw milk through a goat-share. Was thinking about posting pics of the dwarf babies climbing on me and chewing on my hair. Maybe tomorrow though. Right now I’ve only got energy for Buffy.
*waves* keep being fabulous, y’all. I’m back to being a vegetable, since I can’t seem to get a handle on steady, sustainable levels of anything.