Deconstruction Round Up, September 27th, 2013

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by chris the cynic)

Ana Mardoll: Ana Mardoll’s Ramblings

Multiple Deconstructions:

bluecarrot: littledeconstruction on WordPress and Tumblr

Little Women: first post: WordPressTumblr

Chapter 3: In which Meg is repeatedly shamed for her own good: WordPress, Tumblr

Erika M. and Will Wildman: Something Short and Snappy

Fred Clark: Slacktivist

Froborr: My Little Po-Mo

RubyTea: Heathen Critique

Multiple Deconstructions:

Philip SandiferPhilip Sandifer: Writer

Please comment or e-mail us if we’ve forgotten anybody or you have anyone to add. Or if any links are broken, or if you’re linked to and don’t want to be, or if you have a pet dragon, or for more or less any reason really.

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One thought on “Deconstruction Round Up, September 27th, 2013

  1. chris the cynic September 28, 2013 at 7:20 pm

    This was also posted at Fred’s site:

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    “I’m not the one who should be afraid just now, sir,” Michael said. “I have twice within the last 48 hours fired this weapon into the heads of people I’ve believed were enemies of God.”

    Well fuck. Cameron had been enjoying the surrealism of traveling by boat on the Jordan River. She’d been to the region before the bizarre and unnecessary public works project that had turned the trickle into a navigable waterway.

    The entire thing had been a pleasant dreamlike journey. Now she had a fundamentalist murderer pointing a gun at her. An ordinary murderer she might have had better luck working with, but since she’d transitioned she didn’t think she could make it passed fundamentalist muster. Even if she convinced this person she wasn’t an enemy of God now, what would happen if he noticed some tell indicating that her body wasn’t exactly cis.

    Cameron was getting used to hiding that, but she knew from experience in other areas that the pressure of having her life hang in the balance tended to make her too nervous to remember, much less cover, all of the pertinent details.

    “Ok, I have questions.”

    “I’ll be the one asking the questions.”

    “On what did you base the determination they were enemies of God? Why does God need you to defend him? Wouldn’t your time be better spent with more terrestrial human affairs? Has it ever occurred to you that, as a murderer, you might yourself be an enemy of God?” Cameron walked as she spoke. Hoping that the questions would keep Michael’s mind occupied enough that he wouldn’t fire.

    He was sputtering with outrage when she reached her destination: the edge of the ship. At least he wasn’t shooting.

    Cameron didn’t know how deep the man made river was, so she jumped overboard when she would have preferred to dive. A shot rang out. Cameron didn’t let herself stop to even think whether or not she had been hit. She just put the adrenaline to use getting away.

    When she was confident she was safe, and able to tell that she hadn’t been shot, she thanked someone (she wasn’t sure if it should be God or the manufacturer) that her phone was waterproof, and placed a call.

    She didn’t like having to rely on the other side, but she didn’t know who the local authorities were, while they would, and she did know that even the Antichrist wasn’t a fan of murderers. In general at any rate. Murderers who worked for him were another matter entirely.

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