~the-Engel

Well, I need to say- London Pride was the best fuckin' thing. I was marching with QYN and TYN, and there were a whole mob of us. Of course, we had our obligatory anti-Stonewall pickets, along with our anti-transphobia ones, and an assortment of whistles and rainbow flags. It was a lovely day, which made a change from last year's Pride march. I'm in a few photos and videos that the QYN group took:

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It's me, Jon (yes, minus the 'h', and dressed in finest metalhead wear) and the lovely, gorgeous Ms. Joey.

Also saw many floats done up as castles, as the theme was 'Myths and Legends'. There's something wonderful about seeing old black guys dressed up as wizards raving to house music along with half-naked, toned men. At the start, we had a free tranny breakfast (what it says on the tin), and I met a fellow folk metal fan! Oh the hysteria! Some of the group were frightened as unbeknownst to us, Anonymous arrived clad in their V for Vendetta masks, offering free hugs! Although the Parade itself was late, it was storming and brilliant, and the music, whistles and cheering were excellent, (although we did bully Ian McKellen for wearing a Stonewall tee, boo hiss). I can't describe the electricity of the vibe, just being free, open, marching and enjoying the sunshine with new friends.

What also pleased me was the amount of young people there. I saw straight parents bringing their young children right to the front, and passing rainbow flags into their hands to wave. Taught me to be more optimistic about the future of LGBTQ people. Also, there were a prolific number of straighters there, too, and when Sir Ian McKellen (Oh, I saw him right up close- him and his perma-tan ) called out to the crowd at the afterparty bash in Trafalgar 'how many straights are here today?' a whole flurry of hands shot up and people were cheering. Oh, I do love straight people.

The best thing about it was the support from all the people present, and the crowd that turned up. My exhibitionist side was petted when a goth girl took a picture of me doing the horns for her. ^^ Lovely.

Afterwards, we all trooped along to Soho to the afterparty that was in the park at Old C, but God was it packed. Jo decided to make for plan B and head off to The Horseshoe- Club Wotever. It is a quaint little place in the suburbs of Farrigdon, and has a charming atmosphere, and lots of burlesque set to painos. Had a pint, (also broke my 'I shall not smoke' vow, and bought some fags- oops)and had a fake pink mustache applied to me. I stumbled out at around 8, aiming to be home and safe by 10, and headed to the tube, but not before getting a gracious bow by a sprightly young fellow.

My mother (who cheered me on, and is very proud and happy of me- I am pleased to say), got a managerie of badges and leaflets. Might leaf through a few of them and check out the FTM website.

Now... I wonder who's going to Brighton Pride...

Over and out,

the-E.

I'm going up in the world!

I just re-read SWKFL. I'm pretty glad to see that my writing since then has come on nicely. I MAY write another chapter. I don't know. I'm temped to keep on going...

I roughly know the plot of it. Oh fuck. I know the plot of it better than the plot of my book! That's scary...

Anyway, more updates on the book: 3 chapters are finished, and I'm doing final edits, before giving it to another person for final edits, before giving it to an author for final edits, then submitting it to the agent.

Phew.

Anyway, whoever's going to London Pride, much love. I'll either be with QYLSE or PACE.

I have a literary consultant currently in contact with me who likes my first chapter, and when I've finished one and a half more of them (up to chapter three), I can post it to her for a mini-critique, and then submit it to a literary agent and get some feedback.

It's all lined up, now I've just got to get my arse moving and get it all typed and reviewed!

Ciao!

I'm currently working on my first novel, and therefore will not be posting (as much) shit on DeviantArt. It's going well, and I've got some pretty good reviews on the first chapter. Better than expected.

If you want any writing reviewed or beta'ed, sent it via e-mail to me at the_goth_in_the_mirror@hotmail.co.uk

Alternatively, if you'd like to read an exerpt, PM me.

So that's the way things are now.

If anyone would like to contact me still, please PM me on here, or send me an e-mail. I'm also on QYN forums as miss_absinthe.

Ta-ta for now!

I've just ordered tickets for the FRANKFURT concert.

Hopefully they'll arrive with no problems, touch wood.

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My story is coming along nicely. Albeit the prologue and half a first chapter I have. Wanna hear an excerpt? (OMG TIS COPYRITE 2 ME...)



‘Now, gentlemen, that I have your attention, you can all leave if you carry on. There’s been enough mess here for one night…’ his eyes narrowed, and he glared at the ensemble. The chandelier glass had been smashed, the noise magnified, but the candles were still burning.
Val rubbed a hand over his sweating head and looked at the glass. At once, it disappeared, and reappeared on the candles, exactly as it was before.
‘Val, you’re a magician. You can clear up in about two seconds-’ said one large man, pushing forwards.
‘That gives you no free reign to smash up by pub!’ snapped Val, and his icy stare cowed the man. He sighed, and threw the cloth down on the bar table as the murmur started again, and the patrons sat back down and carried on drinking, some staring at him with contempt.
‘Val, you’re such a killjoy,’ said one large barmaid, walking over to him and smiling cheekily, ‘what’s a good inn without a riot once in a while?’
‘A good sight better to manage than this, I imagine,’ he sighed, and went back to scrubbing the table.


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Whee! Storyness! Val's a gay dwarf bartender, which is even more awesome.