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Perhaps I was unable to realize or admit this when I was still seething at the idiocy of the PotO fandom... but as moving and deep and generally awesome as Les Mis is...

Phantom is prettier.

Period.

And there is much to be said for the pretty.

Not as much as for the moving and deep and generally awesome, but dammit, I have a weakness for the pretteh. In the way that involves pretty boys doing naughty things to each other, but even more in the way that involves frilly dresses and candlelit lairs and string sections that soar like a nightingale on LSD.

Yes, teh_foofy beats teh_gay.

As there is far more to Les Mis than teh_badly_suppressed_gay, this post should not in any way shape or form be taken as a fandom switch. I'm just sayin'. LM wins at plot, which is more important anyway, but has been soundly trounced in aesthetic appeal.

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Perhaps I was unable to realize or admit this when I was still seething at the idiocy of the PotO fandom... but as moving and deep and generally awesome as Les Mis is...

Phantom is prettier.

Period.

And there is much to be said for the pretty.

Not as much as for the moving and deep and generally awesome, but dammit, I have a weakness for the pretteh. In the way that involves pretty boys doing naughty things to each other, but even more in the way that involves frilly dresses and candlelit lairs and string sections that soar like a nightingale on LSD.

Yes, teh_foofy beats teh_gay.

As there is far more to Les Mis than teh_badly_suppressed_gay, this post should not in any way shape or form be taken as a fandom switch. I'm just sayin'. LM wins at plot, which is more important anyway, but has been soundly trounced in aesthetic appeal.

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Lalala, I am procrastinating madly on my biology term paper, which happens to be about transsexual hormone therapy. Through some 4am chain of thought the transformation of physical sex markers got me thinking about social constructions of gender, and what kind of fangirl would I be if I didn't find a way to drag things back to LM?

( Gratuitous Enjolras meta--more poking at the top/bottom debate I polled on earlier, plus bonus rant on E!sexuality )

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Lalala, I am procrastinating madly on my biology term paper, which happens to be about transsexual hormone therapy. Through some 4am chain of thought the transformation of physical sex markers got me thinking about social constructions of gender, and what kind of fangirl would I be if I didn't find a way to drag things back to LM?

( Gratuitous Enjolras meta--more poking at the top/bottom debate I polled on earlier, plus bonus rant on E!sexuality )

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Had my recital last night. It was almost a non-event, because no one but my family showed up. Wtf yo, I made at least five people here promise to come, put up flyers all round campus, pimped it far and wide.... and there I am standing on the stage staring at my parents, my grandparents, my voice teacher, and my duet partner. And no one else.

Okay, I sang decently, which means it went well regardless of who was or wasn't watching. BUT STILL.

....and then I get back to my place and I'm in the kitchen sorting my crap after the recital, and a mouse emerges from some little hole to stare at me. What the fuck are you staring at, you pestilential rodent filth? Ugh. I knew we had a vermin problem, but I've never seen one in here before. Fuckers.

But I did get taken out to a nice dinner afterwards courtesy of dad, at the only decent restaurant in Bumfuck, Massachusetts. OMSB best steak I've had in a loooooong time.

And I dyed my hair. It's hard to tell the exact shade since it's still wet, but it appears to be dark red and prettyful.

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Had my recital last night. It was almost a non-event, because no one but my family showed up. Wtf yo, I made at least five people here promise to come, put up flyers all round campus, pimped it far and wide.... and there I am standing on the stage staring at my parents, my grandparents, my voice teacher, and my duet partner. And no one else.

Okay, I sang decently, which means it went well regardless of who was or wasn't watching. BUT STILL.

....and then I get back to my place and I'm in the kitchen sorting my crap after the recital, and a mouse emerges from some little hole to stare at me. What the fuck are you staring at, you pestilential rodent filth? Ugh. I knew we had a vermin problem, but I've never seen one in here before. Fuckers.

But I did get taken out to a nice dinner afterwards courtesy of dad, at the only decent restaurant in Bumfuck, Massachusetts. OMSB best steak I've had in a loooooong time.

And I dyed my hair. It's hard to tell the exact shade since it's still wet, but it appears to be dark red and prettyful.

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For zachary_evans:

DYHTPS from a Rather Special bootleg I just acquired. Have a listen, then guess what it is.

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For zachary_evans:

DYHTPS from a Rather Special bootleg I just acquired. Have a listen, then guess what it is.