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The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

Takin' a shower & gettin' old

*Gwyn's POV*

I was definitely not a morning person, and I definitely did not need to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the way into the shower. Knowing it was a bad idea, I stopped to look anyway. I liked my eyes, a light grey-green. I liked my tattoos. And, eh, that was it. The rest was pretty upsetting. You’d think that after over three decades, I’d have gotten used to it, but no- every time I looked in a mirror, I felt an acute sense of disappointment I wasn’t expecting. I leaned in and blinked a few times. My only wrinkles were still the scowl lines I’d had since I was a teenager. Weird. I stopped looking at my face and inevitably my attention was drawn to the rolls. I looked like some kind of overfed, puffy ogre. I looked down at my saggy belly and contemplated it for a moment before shaking it off and going to shower.

I went through the tedious ritual of shaving all the assorted bits and pieces. I was a little nervous, but excited. I was going to go see BVB on Saturday for the first time, it should be cool. I had been so busy with work, I hadn’t gotten time off for a concert in ages. I was just a little worried, as, I mean, frankly, I was fucking old. A lot of BVB fans were half my age, or less. As much as BVB were all about acceptance, it only took one bad apple to turn a whole barrel to shit. I was a firm believer that the nature of humanity was not necessarily a good one, and I think it’s easy for people to fear what they perceive as different. Just like Yoda said, fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate leads to suffering. Frankly, I wanted to avoid any suffering on my part.

But then I remembered, years back, when I was in high school, going to see Marilyn Manson, back in the mid-90s, and there had been plenty of “adults,” and I had never been an asshole to any of them. I hadn't thought it was weird at all, I had thought it was awesome that they were open-minded. I reminded myself to try harder not be so judgmental of people because of age.

Still, it would have been cool if I weren’t going to go by myself. Fucking oh well. My co-workers didn’t exactly share in all my musical interests. They only saw part of me. I wore a heavy mask every day, it was part of the price I paid for wanting to work in the veterinary field.



*NOTE* The author of this story no longer has access to her account due to site malfunction.
SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah

Ok, cool. I don't mind plodding plots at all, but as a frustrated English teacher, I can totally understand the grammar and structure stuff.

Merelan Merelan


oh, i'm not changing it significantly in that regard. i mean more a stylistic change to make it easier to read: breaking up paragraphs, improving grammar and tense consistency, stuff like that. i've become a much better writer and i want my stuff to reflect that. if you're nervous about the changed, you can check out the newest version on my wattpad account. my user name is anathemadvm, just plain anathema was taken. i'm still likely to further revise the very beginning a little, but nothing is plot related, i like the plot as much as i ever did. i just want it to be easier to read, that's all.

anathema anathema

Actually, the beginning of LoJ fits the story perfectly, IMHO. You establish Gywn as a likeable, but clearly flawed character from the door. It's much different from most other fanfic, which want to get to the Bride(s) ASAP.

Merelan Merelan


oh my goodness! i don't think even i have read it that many times, though i could be wrong! i've certainly only read it through once in one sitting! i promise that the edited version is higher quality, but i don't dare tinker with it here until i have the whole thing ready to go. right now i've edited through chapter 50, though i might need to ahve another look at the very beginning, because it's so plodding.

anathema anathema