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Post by alex on Mar 8, 2005 21:47:33 GMT -5
I dont know if we should..... He sees a car comming and he swerves. Woah! That was fun. But what happens if they dont swerve?
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 8, 2005 21:48:05 GMT -5
I want to say 'But why?' because I still don't understand, but I feel that I might be hurting him, so I remain silent, though a tear falls from my eye.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 21:48:37 GMT -5
Sakari raises an eyebrow at this statement.
"It's probably for the best to use an alias when oppression is so great that it seems as though we're going to have to organize underground. What's your real name, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 8, 2005 21:49:08 GMT -5
"They are afraid. We threaten to take away blanket, bed, and house and leave them naked in the cold. We threaten that which protects them, but that which needs to be demolished." Heikki replies.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 21:52:08 GMT -5
Sie leans over and whispers it in his ear.
"There, now you know a secret. Don't go spreading it around. It is hard for me to be what I am. Tell me something about yourself now, as long as we're swapping secrets."
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Post by kasimir on Mar 8, 2005 21:52:08 GMT -5
"They do not fear, most do not have those things." Kasimir said, again not turning to address him.
"They are not nihilists because they enjoy that which we seek to destroy because they enjoy destroying which can be rebuilt to be destroyed again."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 8, 2005 21:56:30 GMT -5
(work time, cya tommorow)
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 8, 2005 21:58:13 GMT -5
Heikki was speaking metaphorically of course, but only nods.
"I suppose it doesn't matter that they are not nihilists now that I think of it."
Bassarov
"Are you okay, Selja?"
(night Selja)
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Mar 8, 2005 22:03:43 GMT -5
septimus leans back in his chair, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, his attention focused on the 20x20 checkered board in front of him. it was bad luck to light your cigarette during a game. he moves his rook.
"check."
umar moves his knight, as though septimus walked right into his trap.
"Check mate." he says, crossing his arms and smirking. septimus draws his butterfly knife and slams it into the chess board, impaling the white knight to the board, and sending the other pieces flying in all directions. umar stands up.
"Damnit Septimus, settle the fuck down! What the hell is your problem? I didn't want to play risk or poker with you because I knew you would do something like this, only YOU would draw a fucking knife in a fucking chess game. I beat you, DEAL WITH IT!" he says, trying to get in septimus's face. septimus sits down, and crosses his arms, then finally lights his cigarette. another man runs down the stairs, frantically, holding an ak47.
"It's the fuckin' Russians!"
septimus jumps to his feet, and runs up the stairs, behind the other 6 or so men in the room.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 22:11:43 GMT -5
Sakari nods, and smiles, again.
"Your secret is safe with me. I don't know if I have any good secrets to tell you, how about you ask a personal question, or something?"
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 22:16:35 GMT -5
"I'm not always like this. Sometimes I like to be a girl, and sometimes I try to be a guy. I don't know. I am a little messed up about things. I try to go with the flow and do what strikes me as best at the moment. Even this hair...it isn't my own. I just wear short wigs for when I want to look boyish. I can't commit to one gender or one sexuality. It is a strange road I travel." Cambridge confides in him.
"If we could go somewhere private I would show you my real hair. I don't mind showing my female side, but, if I was given a choice over matters, I would be neither."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 22:21:53 GMT -5
"I would like that." Sakari replies. He feels good that this gender neutral person is confident enough to confide in him.
"I'm impressed, you fooled me with that wig. And not to sound suggestive or anything, but would you like to go back to the hotel or something? Or maybe your hotel room if you have one?" I say, in an as neutral tone of voice that I can muster.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 22:28:17 GMT -5
"I suppose that would be the only place. Sure why not? I could tell you more about the World Socialist Movement. I know it is a little eccentric to wear wigs, but I think you'll find I am a very eccentric person." Sie is getting tired of having gender be the center of hir conversations. Most people can tell that sie is a girl despite hir efforts at playing dress up. This is frustrating, but sie is generally pleased with hir boyish body and the lengths sie goes to keep it that way.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 22:31:33 GMT -5
Sakari stands up, his hands still in his pockets, and explains where his hotel is.
"There's nothing wrong with being eccentric. Being normal is so... Boring." I say to 'hir'.
"And I'd love to learn more about the WSM. I'd love to tell you more about the Fourth Internationale too, if you'd be willing to listen." Sakari says, leading the way back to his hotel.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 22:37:41 GMT -5
Cambridge heads back to the room, and once there, takes off the wig, revealing long waves of brown highlighted hair. The illusion of gender neutrality is for the moment ruined, for sie is indeed an attractive looking female. Despite this, sie maintains a sense of gender ambiguity in hir behaviors and the fact she is wearing a suit.
"It would be fun to do your make up. You should experiment a little. I think people take this gender thing too seriously. Gender is a spectrum, I do my best to fall in the middle, but I have been known to stray from one end to the other. It is all flexible. And the traveling and experimenting is liberating. But for some reason, I always feel best in a suit and a short wig. As for not cutting my hair, I just can't. I can't commit to short hair. It is the one part of my femaleness that I can not reject."
Sie grabs a small make up bag and sits on the bed.
"Sit down." Sie orders.
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