Nevermind the Neverness

Once, I declared that I would never be coerced into reading much less writing Real Person Slash involving the living; I limited myself to the amusement of slash with dead American and French revolutionaries with the occasional Lawrence of Arabia movie-based slash. No, I would never, with these impenetrable scruples, indulge in the low quality amorous worlds with underaged actors from Harry Potter much less that endangered species of aging boy bands; nor would I delve into the overpopulated debauchery of sports with prima donna Eurotrash footballers and sexually-repressed figure skaters. Not I. No, never me! Absolutely positively not. No means no! Ah, alas, I ever so slowly succumbed to RPS in sports after good-natured heckling at Cycling Slashers after entering fannishness for underfunded cycling with all its craziness. No, my general cycle fannishness is not limited to the men but most of the slashing is especially to those cycling teams that are more slashable than others. Nevermind this, I am all but grateful all that RPS is under lock to members only because