Sulgrave Manor was okay. Has a Colonial Williamsburg thing going on. One of George Washington's ancestors built it. Ironically (given who George Washington turned out to be) he fled to America because during the English Civil War he was on the Royalist side (which lost). So there's this whole George Washington exhibit section, which is odd because he never actually lived there. In one of the exhibits we pressed a button and a History Channel piece came on and one of the guys said, "This is how we learn in America" as we all laughed and sat down.
Saw a big brown Welcome to Northampton: Rose of the Shires on the way there, which i didn't get a picture of as it came up too fast. Boo. Lots of pictures from this trip are gonna be in my head alone.
Oh, forgot to mention that i saw Bend it Like Beckham Friday night. Was good, though not as good as it was hyped up to be. A movie called BEND it Like Beckham should contain more queerness, but i squeed sufficiently. Jess's character development was believeable but her chemistry with Joe was like nonexistent. Also, he can't dance at all and looked so bad all sweaty and in slinky black clothes. And Jess looked way overdone in the makeup that night; i can't decide whether that was deliberate or not. Usually i hate the mistaken identity type plot, but i loved the whole thing with Jules' mom thinking she and Jess were a couple. Big fan of positive portrayals of fathers -- "I want you to be happy on the video!" and "Both my daughters made happy on the same day; what more could a father ask for?" Tony was so sweet; loved Jess' insistence on honesty at the end (my first thought was that they would both tell their secrets, so while i liked the very believable twist of him proposing engagement, i was sad that he didn't get to come out to everyone).
Have been writing heaps of bad smut, but a conversation with Sharon prompted this [an Angel/Sandman crossover drabble], which is not smut, and may or may not be any good.
Interesting post (and comments) on the stigma of male bisexuality. Knowing so few males i'm in no position to comment. One of the commenters brought up the stigma of female masturbators, which i definitely thinks a lengthy treatment by someone at some point because i've found that there's definitely a stigma there, that most women either won't admit to doing it or don't do it at all (i find the latter hard to believe, but them i always have to remind myself that i live in some sort of parallel universe as far as most everything is concerned).
Writing fic recently i was thinking about much i'm influenced by what i read, how things like self-injury or destructive sex become themes because of who/what i surround myself with. I was also thinking about how i've been reading LJ discusions about the logistics/realism of (sexually explicit) slash and how i've also soaked that up like a sponge and how that's added to the realism/complexity of my fic, how it becomes more about relationships and not just about any two [insert gender or genders of your choice here] fucking. (I'm thinking particularly of this post and ensuing comment discussion.)
Yes, this is my journal wherein i am obviously becoming okay with posting things that are not fully thought out like essays and which only loosely fit together.