Q: What’s it like to be marrying Neil Gaiman? Yeah, so, I don’t fucking know. I mean, it’s like trying to explain a colour. It’s just… You know. I really love him. It’s an incredible relationship. I feel incredibly lucky that we found each other. And I’ve never been able to be so completely myself, you know. Inside of a relationship, where usually in a relationship there’s a lot of changing and adjusting and figuring out and compromising and endless talking about how to do what, and with Neil it’s just so easy. You know, we’re just so easy for each other, that it feels.. It sometimes scares the shit out of me, because it feels too easy. Like the work should be harder. But, you know, there’s almost no work. It’s just, I really understand him, and he really understands me, and there’s not much else to talk about, we get to just go and have fun.
I love her. Truthfully, there’s still “changing and adjusting and figuring out and compromising”. We bump into each other sometimes, or tread on each other’s toes or hearts. But it’s still the easiest relationship I have ever had, and it makes me very happy that she exists and that she loves me.
I can’t stand you guys sometimes. But I mean that in the best of ways.
So This Happened of the Day: Amanda F. Palmer and Neil Gaiman’s Christmas present for the Internet: A sweded reimagining of Jim Henson’s cult classic Labyrinth, complete with sock puppets and mullet wigs.
Whatever. I’m posting a picture of me in a corset.
(I just realized, when we do Rocky Horror, I’m in lust with Boo Boo’s boyfriend and she’s in lust with mine. Strange the way that works.)
Day 12: Whatever tickles your fancy.
There is this company here in the UK where you can go in, sample fancy liqueurs and vinegars and stuff, then pick a pretty bottle and they will fill it up for you. I love this place. I have bought two different kinds of liqueur from them so far, and I intend to do more of this. Google Vom Fass.
Day 13: A fictional book.
I fucking love this book. When two of my favorite authors and humorists collaborate on a book about the Apocalypse, how can I not?
So many costumes, so few Halloweens.
Carly. Pansexual, coffee enthusiast, self-proclaimed Rocky Whore. On this page, you'll see a lot of pictures of cats, feminist rants and celebrations, food, pretty things, fandom junk, and lots and lots of miscellanea. I'm a political loudmouth but I can always learn.
