Hello, thank you for checking my profile.

I don't like filling bios, so my page is like my writing blog, and I also did a bit spring cleaning as I'm finishing posting 'Contact'.

I'm here just because why you're here, because I like reading and/or writing, not only in general but also about the characters and concepts that hold my interests.

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The references in the summary of Song of Solomon:

'Being not seeming' is an alteration of Bergman's movie Persona's infamous quote, 'the hopeless dream of being-not seeming but being'; 'to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield,' is from Tennyson's poem, Ulysses; Byronic is for Byronic hero; Shrew is from The Taming of the Shrew.

04.07.2012 CERN Special Edition(because it deserves one): The 'god'damn particle finally 'almost(can I say statistically here?)' has been found, so the next step is Ascension then, take this Ancients! We're very close now.

14.07.2012 addition, thoughts on writing: Today I was asked why I am writing, and I gave the inquirer a very detailed answer, typically, but I believe we people do write mostly because of this:

"I write because I can only partake in real life by changing it… Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so very, very angry at all of you, so very, very angry at everyone. I write because I like to be read... I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – just as in a dream – I can't quite get there. I write because I have never managed to be happy. I write to be happy." By Orhan Pamuk, in his Nobel Lecture, 2006.

18.07.2012 addition, thoughts on re-writing and revising: Okay, I think, I do finally understood why people in Huxley's Brave New World prefer throwing things away instead of mending or fixing them back when they break. Oh, boy, re-writing and/or revising old stories is a b!tch, in fact, I don't have any idea why I'm still trying to do it. I should just go and start to play with a new thing.

In conclusion; If there was anything to be gained from oldies, the second-hand dealers would make to sages or billionaries.

Lol, I can't literally believe that I actually said--wrote this. And...I think I'm getting a new obsession. Amazing!

01.09.2012 addition, thoughts on my art: Hee! Finally decided what would describe my art, and can't actually believe how I couldn't think of it before! Shame on me, but CSS you never disappoint, baby, never. In fact, the next time I create a penname, I'll go with Cansei de Ser Sexy. Ah, even fitting, maybe, sometimes.

My art is called egocentric soft porno

Or maybe it's just narcisism

My one and only subject

Goes from something like anything but

Me ism

12.09.2012 update: My fancy strikes, my mood demands, and I say, what the hell... Changed the pen name. Probably will change it back when the mood strikes again but for now, Gigi says goodbye.

02.10.2012 addition, thoughts on narcisism: I guess it's safe to assume yourself as a narcissist when you find yourself thinking 'I wonder if FF.Net would allow authors to favorite their own stories.' For curious individuals, the answer is NO, yep, I've tried. The management refused to humor me! Pity.

19.10.2012 update:So we lost Svylia Kristel, and Eroticism lost its Goddess. I'm rather sad. Learning the woman who inspired me and my writing very strongly since my teenage years had passed away came like a blow to stomach, and made feel very nostalgic... Ah, the good old days, when we used to be conspiring just for a glimpse of her films during the nights when parents went to sleep, the important of the remote control, and trying to ask from male friends with blushing cheeks her VHSs. Now my nephews have the full collection of Stoya.

So, in her memory, let's watch Goodbye Emmanuelle!

Skyfall, Adele! At least, we turned back again to the very core of Bond! A true Bond song, we have another World Is Not Enough on our hands. I have so a goooood feeling about this movie. With a little bit luck, hopefully, it will help me to get through the disappointments of The Dark Knight Rises and Bourne Legacy.

21.12.2012 update: Still alive and kicking, Mayans. Sorry to disappoint, but don't worry, there is still plenty of time to go :) And I'm already tempted to attain in a 'the end of the world' theme party tonight. There is something ridiculously attractive with 2012 phenomenon, it just sucks you in. Or as humankind, we're really bored.

Hmm, must write a story out of this.

10.02.2013 update: New life motto; 'Don't teach me how to fish, gimme fish, goddammit, gimme fish!!!'

14.02.2013 update: Nope, not here for the Valentine's Day. Not exactly. This 'One Billion Rising' had me thinking, and the more I thought the more I realized it's quite useless. Raising awareness is all nice and good, but what's the point if the awareness will only last for a moment? Perhaps it's a good beginning, but it seems like cowardice, almost a hypocrisy to the nature of the horrors that the women face around the globe regularly.

At the end, like always, this line of thinking brought me to Rachel Corrie.

'I can't cool boiling waters in Russia. I can't be Picasso. I can't be Jesus. I can't save the planet single-handedly.

I can wash dishes.'

Dancing...meaningless...?

Me? I don't even wash dishes. I have a dishwasher.

22.03.2013 update: Last night, I saw this 'Jack, Beans, and Giants' movie, and good god, how Ewan McGregor manages to look this hot with that stupid hair, could someone please explain me? Gee, I think my old 'Ewan' days are about to start again. Christian, baby, sorry, I think I'm gonna cheat on you a little bit. Now, off to watch Long Way Round/Down!

28.03.2013 update: Last night I watched a movie about two poet that lived in '40s, that had tuberculosis, and that kept writing until to the bitter end. After seeing what they had to do to be able to write, for essential things, just to find typewriter and paper, and pencils, god, made me feel like...I don't know, appreciate what I'm given so freely, so easily. Before their death, they were writing on the walls with the small pieces of coals, killing themselves during process, the coal mixing their blood... Just seeing this imaginary made me wanting to write, and now I have this urge once again, to write, to purge my heart out, for whatever it is there, without boundaries, just to write.

God, the last time I felt like this, I ended up writing more than 400k words in a few months...I'm slightly terrified now.