I am NOT Becky…

For one thing, my sex scenes are a LOT hotter!

For two, I’d be macking on Dean so hard, Sam would have to hide his eyes.

*snicker* OKay– for those of us coming off of the high of yummy yummy hot guys (aka Supernatural) you know what I’m talking about. For those of you who are a little puzzled, this should help you.

Ahhh… it was good. All except the end. I want my guys to hug-hug kiss-kiss again and it’s going to be a long road. But that’s okay– my boys are back and I’m writing some really angsty m/m and Needletart has a book box on it’s way to me… things are looking up! I have to say they’d better– my classes are no longer happy-joy-joy– in fact, I was having a real vision of pooh-throwing monkeys today. And I kept imagining I had shit in my hair. ULG!

But you guys all seemed to enjoy Deacon and Dek– I’m pretty in love with them–and they’re keeping me sane right now. That, and the complete soul-killing exhaustion inspired my usual week + 2 back to school nights–one of them mine! Only six parents showed up, and one student to visit.

*sigh* I really have to talk about that one kid.

What do you say to this kid? She was a special ed kid who dropped out of her Junior year last fall–it would have made her a Senior this year. She has a speech impediment and reading problems, she dropped out so she could pay rent because her boyfriend went to jail and her mom couldn’t make the rent without his help, she’s about to get evicted, she wants to get her diploma and (wait for it…) she’s 8 1/2 months pregnant.

What I said was “Good luck.”

What I wanted to say was, “Fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkk….”

And of course, there’s the people you tell this story to (in my case, both men–!) who get all high and mighty about, “Well, it was her choice to get knocked up!” MMmmmmm… yeah. Maybe. Honestly, I don’t see this kid with a lot of choices in any scenario. I certainly don’t see giving a 16 year old crap for acting in a way she thinks is grown up when she’s dropped out of school to support herself is really going to help the situation. Good choices are made with good guidance–and fuck-ups still happen. Kids are still kids, whether they get knocked up or not. Seriously–are we really going to kick this girl’s ass for getting knocked up, when sex can be SO easy and comfort can be SO necessary to us as living breathing human beings?

I don’t know. I don’t want to see this happening any more than I already do– I just wonder if the guys bitching about this kid are the same guys voting to cut things like family planning and social support for kids just like her. Very often, that’s the case.

Either way, this was the sort of case that Green’s HIll was designed to take care of. I only wish that I could make it as solid and real in life as it seems to be (for a lot of us) in our imaginations, you know?

Well, I’ve swung from yummy-yummy hot guys to revolutionizing the world order. I think I’ll sign off now and write about Deacon and Dek, and hope I dream of yummy yummy hot guys. Or Green’s Hill.