OK, so someone convinced me I needed to re-read vamphile's You Bet Your Ass for research purposes in helping to categorize certain types of fiction. So because I'm a cooperative kind of person I went to bjfic.net to try to read it and IT'S GONE. Not the story, the website. It says On Hiatus.

I have never really used it to read anything other than vamphile and plumsuede's longer pieces, although I bet I have a few bookmarks to stories over there.  But... wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh. What happened, does anyone know? Can we make it come back?

And I couldn't find "You Bet Your Ass" on vamphile's journal, is it anywhere?

Whimper. First you get me hooked on something I didn't even know existed, and now you take it away.

Well, not you. Not you personally.

qaf_marathons is doing a discussion of Brian and Stockwell, and it got me thinking, but my thoughts don't really fit in with the current questions and since I'll explode if I don't write this right away, I thought I'd come over here and do some aneurysm prevention therapy.

I loved Season 3 beyond all reason. I say beyond reason specifically, because the second half of season 3 was the most preposterously unrealistic and superficial exploration of politics, murder, and gay culture that I could ever imagine. OK, well, I guess it could have been worse, but I have no idea how. Maybe if space aliens killed Jason Kemp?

I'm thinking I might be a little older than a lot of the people who post here, although someone yesterday did, somewhere in the whole warm wet Brian/Justin LV universe, mention going to gay clubs in the 80s, so maybe I'm not totally alone in having partied in pre-AIDS gay America and Europe. Also, since I'm a lesbian and grew up and came out at a very young age in San Francisco, and have always been a v v bad lesbian in that I wore high heels and lipstick and did recreational drugs and had a bunch of gay male friends and worked in the fashion and music industries and went out dancing basically seven nights a week in a time when lesbians were supposed to wear army pants and Birkenstocks and protest pornography, I have a more than passing familiarity with, you know, fucking in public and doing drugs and the great music of the 80s.

I also went to journalism school, so I can talk about butt fucking and public sex and make it sound like we're doing something important and educational instead of just a bunch of nasty voyeurs.