PERSONAL EFFECTS

MY TUMBLR

My Tumblr is the easiest way to reach me.

MY AO3 ACCOUNT

Though all of the fanfiction up there is on here, and then some, here's my account on Archive of Our Own.

ABOUT ME

Hey! The name's Sekah (on the internet, at least), and I've had the good fortune to be in the YYH fandom for many years.

I started writing fics for myself many years ago, after being an avid fanfiction reader since I was very young. It began with a little ficlit for a friend of mine's birthday (which you might know as All I'm Saying), and morphed into something much more immediate and demanding when I started my œuvre, Counting Crows. Since then, I've written more than fifty major fanfics, and thanks to one of my fics, Silk, I've finally cycled back to posting on this site

Pairings I support: Karasu/Kurama is my favorite pairing, though really I like just about anybody with Kurama. On the yuri side of things, Mukuro/Shizuru is fun, and so is Kokou/Natsume (for some actual canon tension). Kokou is Enki's wife, and Natsume is one of Raizen's friends, the one Chuu fell in love with. In YYH het, my one true pairing is Toguro/Genkai. Still, those are just my favorites. There are a lot of pairings I support, some crack, some not, some popular, some less popular, and I'll read and write them all.

Thanks for reading this! A tout à l'heure, mes amis!

Current Residence: A two-story house with green shutters.

Favorite genre of music: Jazz

Favorite style of art: Impressionist

Favorite cartoon character: Kurama

Favorite visual artist: オノミズキ

Favorite movies: La Môme

Favorite TV shows: Sherlock, ROME, Game of Thrones, assorted anime

Favorite bands / musical artists: Ella Fitzgerald, Depeche Mode, Edith Piaf, Mylène Farmer, Sa Dingding, Röyksopp, Lucinda Williams, Tracy Chapman, Sade.

Favorite books, plays, or compilations: Arcadia, La Cantatrice Chauve, The Persian Boy, The Master, Clear Light of Day, Summer, Le Petit Prince, Wandering Star, The Red and the Black, Sylvia Beach and the Lost Generation, The Bhagavad Gita, and A Room of One's Own.

Favorite writers: Fyodor Dostoevsky, J.M.G. Le Clézio, Tom Stoppard, Stendhal, Ralph Ellison, Honoré de Balzac, Richard Wright, Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī, Penelope Fitzgerald, Gert Hofmann, Zora Neale Hurston, and Azar Nafisi.

Favorite video games: Okami, Final Fantasy IX, Final Fantasy XII, Bioshock, Oblivion, Skyrim.

Favorite gaming platform: Play Station 2

Personal Quote: "And because you were no longer beautiful To anyone but me.” Poem excerpt by T. S. Eliot.

QUOTES

"Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me."

— Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman

"I think that at last you would understand.
There would be nothing more to say.
You would love me because I should have strangled you
And because of my infamy;
And I should love you the more because I mangled you
And because you were no longer beautiful
To anyone but me."

— T. S. Eliot, excerpt of The Love Song of St. Sebastian