I've never been there, but I know the way

I am sort of warily poking at the idea of writing a companion fic to my DSSS fic, Outer Space Is a Lovely Place. (I know, I know, I go on and on about my WIPs and then they never see the light of day. I don't know what to tell you. I am flaky that way.)

See, I was...sort of okay with how that story turned out, despite my awful screaming yellow zonkers crazy discomfort with the sex scene. Seriously, you folks who can write porn easily and fluently? I am in awe. I left that bit to the last minute, of course, and then I would write two sentences and then have to get up and run around the house going, "AAAAAAAH!" for ten minutes before I could sit down and start typing again. It was brutal. I even considered getting myself drunk to lower my own inhibitions, but since I was already on ALL THE CAFFEINE IN THE WORLD that seemed unwise.

But in the weeks leading up to deadline, I was avoiding having to sit down and write by making notes about vast quantities of plotty stuff I didn't actually end up putting in the final product, so effectively what the fic became was one slice out of a much bigger story about Fraser and Kowalski being terribly attracted but terribly confused by each other, getting to know each other by telling stories.

...And then I found this poem by Richard Siken which uncannily is the fic I wanted to write. Freaky. Anyway, I loved it, so I wanted to share it.

Scheherazade

( it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio )

...Is that or is that not clearly about F/K? I ask you.

If you're ever trying to find a link to the notable SGA AU commonly known as the Nantucket 'verse? Your best bet is not to type "nantucket verse" into Google.

OTOH, I now have a bunch of limericks to read. Which can only be a good thing.

There was a young lady of Exeter
So lovely men all craned their necks at her.
One was even so brave
As to take out and wave
The distinguishing mark of his sex at her.

1. I love bagel Fridays. The breakroom kitchen is just small enough that all the mixing and mingling takes place in twos and threes, which is exactly the kind of mixing and mingling I'm half-decent at.

Tech guy, leaning in to look at my t-shirt: I wouldn't normally stare at your chest, but the writing is small.
Me: I understand.
New employee guy: Are you two familiar?
Me: ... *eyebrow*
New guy: I mean, do you know each other?
Me: We've both worked here a while. So, you know. Not just some guy I've never met who just came up and started talking about my chest.
New guy: Yeah, I thought...
Me: Although that happens sometimes.
New guy: I know. Well, I don't know, but.
Me: You mean random guys don't come up and stare at your chest?
New guy: Well, a few have. But they were drunk.
Me: And you were in college at the time.
New guy: Yeah, I've pretty much put all that behind me.

XD

2. Suddenly, and without warning, I found myself reading 2001: A Space Odyssey slash. Well, I think it's slash. Should HAL be presumed to be male? Hmm.