This is one of the photos of his that I've rated "panties up." It's been the wallpaper on my cell for a while now, and every time I check the clock or make/answer a call, I cream myself.

I think I need to join Overcreamers Anonymous or something.

Added to Scrapbook '09.

I've just finished this, and I feel like I have to much to say that I don't even know where to start. I guess the beginning should do it. So...

I first became familiar with the name "JT Leroy" through his articles in magazines like Spin and ID. And then, when I saw that he was credited for writing the screenplay for Gus Van Sant's Elephant, I got curious. Of course, by the time I got curious, he had already published two books: Sarah and The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things. I'm not going to go into what they're about; you can check that out for yourselves. Anyway... I bought both of them and finished them both in a single day. You know how there are times when you go, "I can't even out it into words?" Well, JT can, which is why I admired his work and have followed up since...

Then, I found out The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things was being made into a movie, and guess what? ASIA ARGENTO was directing it, and starring in it as Jeremiah's mother, Sarah. Of course I was super-excited because I've had a crush on Asia forfuckingever. So I watched the film and loved that too. And I was listening to his band Thistle and loving that as well at this point...

Later, it turned out that LT Leroy didn't exist. A woman named Laura Albert had written the books, and her sister-in-law, Savannah Knoop, had been posing in as a boy, as JT Leroy, which brings me to this book...

It's Savannah's story of what she went through as JT Leroy. I think it further proves that Laura Albert is a genius in more way than one: she's a great writer, and apparently she can do anything she puts her mind into. A lot of people were, of course, very angry when the truth came out, but that just made me admire her even more because it takes a lot of balls to get someone to help you fool the world (literally) and be able to succeed at it.

While Savannah Knoop is no writer, I thought the book was as truthful as she could be and very exciting to read. I loved reading about how she wanted to quit being JT many times, but she was also kind of becoming him that she couldn't stop. She would get so nervous about public appearances, about saying/doing something wrong, and when that mixed with her own low self-esteem, it came to the point where she would start crying or puking.

There were parts about her clothing lines and more personal stuff about herself, which I thought was rather unnecessary because, as always, all people (and myself) care about is JT.

Long story short, I liked it a lot and read it in a heartbeat.

Now I need to really get a hold of the only JT Leroy book that I haven't read yet.

I was cleaning my room (again) and again I found old stuff. Below is my 12-year-old self who wrote and submitted a little something to the student publication. And those dumbasses published it, hahah. I cannot believe they wouldn't even FIX it before printing it. Anyway... I've looked at the date, and this was written 6 months from the day I started learning English, which explains how much it sucks. And I don't have anything to say about the subject matter-- I guess I was born fucked up.



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I've been reading Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book and loving it. And then, earlier this evening, I was checking his journal and found this: he himself is reading the chapters, which is pure magic. I've been reading AND listening for a while now, and I'm in heaven.

I've also noticed that I have the UK version of the book, and he's reading the US version because chapel became church and trainers became sneakers to name a few.

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Lastly, I just got an e-mail from Amazon about my pre-ordering the Twilight DVD months ago. I really am not that desperate since I already have it on my computer and all, but it was a good laugh.

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And now I'm going back to my book.

I pretty much just pissed myself. Plus crotch AND hands?! I'm convinced somebody really wants me dead, and they do photo shoots for GQ.