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meagan_taylor

Axe me something.   I like: Doctor Who, Torchwood, Golden Girls, Heavy Weights, Watchmen, Futurama, X-Files, the 1950s, retro future/space age, tattoos, chubby dudes and cool stuff.
I am: an assistant editor and sound editor (professionally) and an editor (freelance). I draw comics and take photos, but not enough. I live with my boyfriend and my cat, who are both furry and cute.

Day 28 - Something you’re afraid of.

Well, lots of things. But probably zombies. 

I’ve tried to intellectualize this one and really figure it out. It’s got to stem at least partially from my fear of people. Of what people are capable of and what we can degenerate into. I think the best zombie films make use of that comparison (okay, maybe just 28 Days Later, where Eccelston is the scariest part of the whole movie). I’m not really afraid of animals. I know a bear can kill me and that a shark can eat me, but neither of those really hit any sort of nerve. A bear is not going to break into my home and kill me for kicks. It might be that my fear of home invasion and homicide are so great that I have to distance it but putting it all into a fake creature.

I think the zombie fear is also from my fear of being totally alone in a hostile world. When I was a young teenager, my parents put an addition on our house and I was alone on the first floor and they were on the second. I spent a lot of nights imagining hordes of zombies filling our basin-like driveway and me running upstairs to the safety of my parents, but they would be zombies, too. I saw an episode of Blossom once where she was going to have to go to a private school and she had a nightmare where all of the girls in class turned into zombies and engulfed her. And it stuck with me. 

And then I think that the fear also must be from my (and everyone else’s) inherent fear of death and decay and disease. Part of what draws me so much to Cronenberg’s The Fly is the body horror, and a conscious mind within a mutating body, which is very compelling to me. Maybe the lack of conscious mind within the body is part of the zombie fear. Well, it obviously is. But it’s weird that the scarier option- the conscious mind -is somehow easier to cope with. It implies suffering, but suffering is human, and a lack of humanity is frightening.

I stopped watching zombie movies entirely for a couple years, because it really gave me anxiety and gave me the only really panic attack I’ve ever had. Bryant and I bought Shaun of the Dead recently, and I’d seen it probably three times before already, but rewatching it was a pretty big deal. I did all right, though- no nightmares and I didn’t think about it much the next day. 

So yeah- there it is. My completely irrational #1 fear.

— 3 years ago
#50 days  #personal  #zombies 
Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.
Totally blew through that last one to get to this one.
This is Lin, my mother, my grandmother and myself. My “non-traditional” family. This was taken at my Uncle Jim’s house a couple summers ago when we had a sort of mini family reunion. My Uncle Jim was a marine and has three sons in the armed forces. My mother was in the army. They lost their brother, Freddie, in Vietnam. My Nana is a gold star mother and was a deacon at her church for years. Her southern Baptist guilt drove her to tell her minister that she’d have to step down because of her lesbian daughter, after my mother came out to her. But the minister told her that was not the case. 
When Lin came out to her mother, Grandma Esther showed her a picture of Jesus with sheep and explained to her that Jesus loved them all, “even the little gay sheep”. (Lin’s father, apparently, just said to one of Lin’s sisters, “Linda…she’s like that Martina [Navratalova], right?”)
My family every bit as American and functional as yours, and fuck anyone who thinks otherwise. 

Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.

Totally blew through that last one to get to this one.

This is Lin, my mother, my grandmother and myself. My “non-traditional” family. This was taken at my Uncle Jim’s house a couple summers ago when we had a sort of mini family reunion. My Uncle Jim was a marine and has three sons in the armed forces. My mother was in the army. They lost their brother, Freddie, in Vietnam. My Nana is a gold star mother and was a deacon at her church for years. Her southern Baptist guilt drove her to tell her minister that she’d have to step down because of her lesbian daughter, after my mother came out to her. But the minister told her that was not the case. 

When Lin came out to her mother, Grandma Esther showed her a picture of Jesus with sheep and explained to her that Jesus loved them all, “even the little gay sheep”. (Lin’s father, apparently, just said to one of Lin’s sisters, “Linda…she’s like that Martina [Navratalova], right?”)

My family every bit as American and functional as yours, and fuck anyone who thinks otherwise. 

— 3 years ago
#50 days  #personal  #family  #gay rights  #gay marriage  #gay families  #non-traditional families 

Day 26 - Something you wish you had invented.

That’s already been invented?

Uh…the printing press? I don’t know. Computers? Something awesome. I hate this question.

— 3 years ago
#50 days  #personal 
Day 25 - A picture of your day.

Day 25 - A picture of your day.

— 3 years ago
#me  #50 days  #personal 

Day 24 - Something you wish you could change.

Ugh. About myself or in general?

About myself- I wish I was a little more confident and better at being social. I want to feel comfortable with who/what I am.

About the world- impossible. I wish I could change past events and keep friends and family from hurting. I wish that our society was a little more fair, and that no one anywhere had to be hungry or homeless, because that just shouldn’t be a thing anymore. 

— 3 years ago
#50 days  #personal  #i hate these vague questions  #i'm an idiot 
Day 23 - Your favorite book.
If it wasn’t already painfully obvious, my favorite book is A Wrinkle in Time, as evidenced by this exceptionally dorky photo of me immediately after getting my A Wrinkle in Time tattoo (and wearing an Arnold Arboretum t-shirt, which is also kinda dorky).
My mother read me this book when I was pretty little. She would read a chapter or so (usually a chapter- keeping the suspense up) after dinner in the kitchen while Lin did the dishes. I loved it, and identified with it- it’s the story of a nerdy girl named Meg who doesn’t have a father (granted, hers is lost on another planet and my mother is a lesbian, so the parallels are surface level, but still). I’ve written this here before, but it’s the same sort of thing that made Doctor Who appeal to me initially- the fantasy of being special and being taken away from your boring life to travel across space and/or time and do something incredible. 
I’ve read the book many times since that first time, and A Wind in the Door and A Swiftly Tilting Planet (I’ve also read Many Waters, which is a little so-so, comparatively). There’s definitely a magic about a book that you connect with as a child. The imagery is still so vivid and full when I pick it up. The last time I read it, the ending made me cry- which I think was the first time, even after knowing it for almost two decades.
I reblogged a still from the television adaptation recently, and mentioned that I would have a hard time reconciling their interpretation of the story with my own, which I know is always the thing people struggle with when they watch adaptations. But I just feel like if they made Camazotz any differently than the way it is exactly in my mind, it might replace that image for me, and I would never want that. 
Honorable mentions: Watchmen, Shadows on a Wall (the novel that got me interested in editing), Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Devil in the White City…just lots of stuff. Books are awesome. 

Day 23 - Your favorite book.

If it wasn’t already painfully obvious, my favorite book is A Wrinkle in Time, as evidenced by this exceptionally dorky photo of me immediately after getting my A Wrinkle in Time tattoo (and wearing an Arnold Arboretum t-shirt, which is also kinda dorky).

My mother read me this book when I was pretty little. She would read a chapter or so (usually a chapter- keeping the suspense up) after dinner in the kitchen while Lin did the dishes. I loved it, and identified with it- it’s the story of a nerdy girl named Meg who doesn’t have a father (granted, hers is lost on another planet and my mother is a lesbian, so the parallels are surface level, but still). I’ve written this here before, but it’s the same sort of thing that made Doctor Who appeal to me initially- the fantasy of being special and being taken away from your boring life to travel across space and/or time and do something incredible. 

I’ve read the book many times since that first time, and A Wind in the Door and A Swiftly Tilting Planet (I’ve also read Many Waters, which is a little so-so, comparatively). There’s definitely a magic about a book that you connect with as a child. The imagery is still so vivid and full when I pick it up. The last time I read it, the ending made me cry- which I think was the first time, even after knowing it for almost two decades.

I reblogged a still from the television adaptation recently, and mentioned that I would have a hard time reconciling their interpretation of the story with my own, which I know is always the thing people struggle with when they watch adaptations. But I just feel like if they made Camazotz any differently than the way it is exactly in my mind, it might replace that image for me, and I would never want that. 

Honorable mentions: Watchmen, Shadows on a Wall (the novel that got me interested in editing), Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Devil in the White City…just lots of stuff. Books are awesome. 

— 3 years ago with 3 notes
#personal  #me  #50 days  #a wrinkle in time  #tattoo 

Day 22 - Something you wish you were better at.

-being a good friend

-helping people through difficult times

-being a fun drunk

-believing in myself

-being a nice person

-sympathizing

-taking chances

-drawing, editing, writing, photography, design, etc.

— 3 years ago
#50 days  #personal 
Day 21 - A picture of you when you were young.
I’m just racing through these. I have no idea what day I might actually be on.
My cousin John recently scanned a ton of family photos and posted them on facebook, and that was the first time I ever saw this one. And I think it’s super cute. 

Day 21 - A picture of you when you were young.

I’m just racing through these. I have no idea what day I might actually be on.

My cousin John recently scanned a ton of family photos and posted them on facebook, and that was the first time I ever saw this one. And I think it’s super cute. 

— 3 years ago
#50 days  #personal  #me 

Day 20 - Somewhere you’d love to travel.

Gosh. Uh, anywhere? I’ve been to a fair number of places in the US, actually- my parents took me on a cross-country trip to Vegas when I graduated high school -but I haven’t been anywhere else. I went to Quebec in middle school and Montreal a couple years ago, and that’s as far as I’ve gone.

I’d love to go anywhere in Europe, of course, and I was fascinated with Venice when I was little. I’d love to go somewhere tropical, to see Hawaii, to see mountains in Alaska, and see places that aren’t anything like New England- like Africa and Australia. I just want to go somewhere. 

— 3 years ago with 1 note
#50 days 
Day 19 - A picture of your favorite memory.

I don’t have just one favorite memory, but this is a pretty good one- seeing Daft Punk with Tim and Stefan.

Day 19 - A picture of your favorite memory.

I don’t have just one favorite memory, but this is a pretty good one- seeing Daft Punk with Tim and Stefan.

— 3 years ago
#mine  #taken on a canon rebel  #edited with instagram on my phone  #50 days