Mild trigger warning, cranky mumbling about past abusers.

Rule: My new computer, my beautiful silver new baby, named for a woman who rides horses and swings swords and fights twice as hard to be taken half as seriously, my lovely lovely little laptop, is never going to be navigated to my rapist's livejournal.

Because I've been doing that for seven fucking years, just checking in quietly and subtly every few months, because...all sorts of reasons, I don't know. It's not like they ever update it.

But I am fucking sick that a two letter keystroke on Vera will bring up their url, and I don't ever want to poison Kela like that. So I have this rule now (and I've had this rule, and this isn't the first time I've brought it up, but it's the closest I've come and I hate hate hate that six years after we were done parts of them still have that power over me.)

It's so fucking stupid and laughable and damn near cliche, but if you don't think the ending of Labyrinth isn't powerful as shit, you've never watched me whisper Sarah's monologue. It's not always the right words for the job, but every once in a while...yeah. For my will is as strong as yours (stronger) and my kingdom as great (greater, for I haven't destroyed it like you have your own.) You have no goddamn power over me.

Or my beautiful little electronic love.

~Sor
MOOP!