Hey B, I'm sitting in this coffeeshop trying to write, but not a lot is coming out of me. Maybe I'm mentally constipated. That's how I think of it, because I don't really believe in writer's block. I don't believe anyone can be empty. I wish this was the coffee shop that you used to work in and that you still worked here, just so we could get a chance to hang out.
I gotta say, I am not entirely on board with this Billy fellow. Like I trust him, obviously. But, I think having a male slayer is counterintuitive to the whole feminist movement of the slayer mythology. Maybe that sounds like reverse sexism, but I think that reverse sexism isn't an applicable concept in a society where we're still dealing with senators trying to convince us that god supports rape and bookers saying women aren't funny and vamps acting like little girls aren't a big threat. I wish I was as strong and confident as you, Buffster.
I hope Willow gets back safely. Wonderland ain't as adorable as it seemed when I was a kid and I desperately ran around searching for rabbit holes to escape into. I really respect what she's doing, trying to restore magic. Whether you're a witch, a slayer, a writer, an artist, a performer, a musician, or just someone who enjoys a little bit of rainbows, the world needs magic.
big hugs,
Babs
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