Superbat Week 2024!
I took on the momentous task of doing a fanfic and fanart for each day of Superbat week! All of my fics are up here on ao3 (i put 'em in a series together), but here is all of the fanart I did as well!
Day 1: Identity Shenanigans | Costume Swap
Day 2: Ordeals on the Road | Traveling Together
Day 3: Xenobio Extravaganza | Alien Biology
[Oops! Sorry, too NSFW for Tumblr, but you can view it here]
Day 4: This is a Love Story/Detective Story | Undercover
Day 5: We are Family | Tired Dads™️
Day 5: It’s an AU Kind of Day | 18th Century
Day 7: FREE DAY!!! | Superbat?
Thank you everyone for all the kind words and supportive of me throughout this week! It was a blast, and I hope you all had a great Superbat week too! Already excited for what next year holds 💙
And huge thank you to the folks at @superbatweek2024 for hosting this event, you gave such wonderful prompts and did a great job!
40 notes
·
View notes
Portland 1999
10/10/1999 10;08am Coffee People Portland, Oregon
JW sits now where I sat 5 years back—in a different world. The seeds then were sewn for its ending. It needed to end. Harsh. Violent. Why?
We wait for “neat” stores to open at 11. Kitchen stores. Furniture stores.
The new world of HB and SB is a “we share” world.
Oldies play. We had bloody Marys and Eggs Benedict for breakfast this am here on 23rd street. I’m in heaven. We walked down to the gay bars last night. We peeked into a bath house and a porn shop and a couple of gay bars.
We decide to save the rose garden for another visit. We like Portland.
We saw four gay guys, Front Runner style, running down 23rd Street this morning. And, a gay rainbow stripe on a car.
So, to recount a bit, we stated off on time two days ago. We arrived at the airport in Oakland, California early. But, hours after the original take off time, we were told that the plane had engine problems and the flight was being canceled. There was much weeping and wailing at the ticket counter. We handed a note to the ticket counter employee saying that they were handling the situation well. The employee smiled.
The airline put us p at the Hilton Hotel in Oakland for the night where a Pet Bird owner’s convention was under way!
Next morning, up early, HB sweetly started the coffee perking. As it gurgled out it’s last laugh “I’m ready…”B popped up and sloshed through (did Lew pee on the floor?)..the coffee pot, located in the bathroom on a shelf by the toilet, was empty. He managed to save a half cup each from the lid…mud…my favorite
Soon, Mother Nature called. Jim was sitting on the toilet, reached for some toilet paper located just below the empty coffee pot…soggy. Soaked bloated. And the secondd roll? The same, down to about its middle! How much coffee can your toilet paper absorb?
Finally it was time to board the shuttle back to the air port. The whiny family who had been howling at the ticket counter the day before "I just wanna see Barry" (presumably some Portland acquaintance), now, boarding the shuttle were saying "My shoes are too tight! I'm having a heart attack!" Jim and I sat in the back of the bus and laughed!
End of entry
Notes: 8/19/2024
The above entry is from my 1999 journal. That trip to Portland was the only trip by air that Jim and I took in our 12 years together! And, we laughed about it for the rest of our relationship!
HB, B and SB were our nick names for each other. They stood for Honey Bunny and Snuggle Bunny!
I had visited Portland once before on my own before I knew Jim. That was in 1994 when I was experiencing a lot of gay related political trouble at the Public Defender’s office in Modesto, California. I met Jim and was fired from that job in 1997. So, by 1999, Jim was my world.
JW were Jim’s initials. His last name was Wentzel
"Front Runner" was a land mark gay romance novel published in 1974. Written by Patricia Neil Warren, Wikipedia said about it “A love story between a running coach and his star athlete, the Front Runner is noted for being the first contemporary gay novel to achieve mainstream commercial and critical success."
We had taken the trip to Portland for a law related class that I was taking there.
18 notes
·
View notes
When it comes to my family, there's only myself, my mom, and my dad in the United States.
So.
We've always been this tiny pocket of family over here with everyone else in the family being over there. To be clear, the closest of our family's something like five thousand miles from where we live.
We're used to, then, having only to take ourselves into consideration when it comes to things like travel because unless we're traveling internationally, again, we're a tiny bubble of family that's waaaaaay over here while everyone else is waaaaaay over there.
Now, what's coming up is that my niece is going to continue part of her education in Ireland toward the end of this year. This came up while we were still in Holland and we were spitballing about visiting her while she was there. At which point her mom, my cousin, reminds us to fill her in on the plans because she and her husband would love to visit at the same time.
Hmmm.
Never thought of it that way.
Because we're this tiny bubble of family. Waaaaaay over here.
And we're not used to considering these kinds of possibilities.
The best thing, of course, the revelation is that these kinds of possibilities are becoming things that we can make happen. At least, so far, this one.
Plus, Linzy has yet to travel internationally let alone meet any of her cousins. So this might be that kind of possibility for her, too.
We're definitely gonna see.
☺️☺️☺️
Oh wait. Someone has the same idea as we do! (And it's not about the yellow sticky...)
0 notes