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WTF, Leighanne?

This is not a story update, but a statement on recent events within the BSB fandom. I’ve been reluctant to bring up politics on this platform because I believe fanfic should be an escape from real world problems. But this is about more than politics, and as both a writer and a Brian girl, I feel a certain obligation to say something about what his wife has been posting on her social media. I’m way too wordy to do this on Twitter, so I’m saying it here.

Brian has been my favorite Backstreet Boy for as long as I’ve been a fan. I used to want to marry him. As a fifteen-year-old, I cried when I found out he was engaged, but after I accepted that fact, I decided to be happy for him and embrace the woman who made him happy. With the exception of Paris Hilton, I’ve always tried to respect the Boys’ significant others out of respect for the Boys themselves. Most of their wives make that easy because they seem like genuinely wonderful women who are as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. But one of them has been making it a whole lot harder lately.

As a Brian fan, I used to defend Leighanne when people talked badly about her. Sure, I may have rolled my eyes at the ridiculous things she said and did and poked fun at her in some of my stories, but I also went to her Wylee parties and supported her business by buying stuff. I’ve had more interactions with her than with any of the other wives, and she was nothing but nice and friendly each time I met her.

All that being said, I’m done defending her. After seeing the hateful, racist, transphobic, ignorant bullshit she’s been posting on Facebook, which has spread to her other social media accounts, I have lost all respect for her.

I also resent her for continuing to put Brian in a difficult position after fans called her out and let her know how much her posts have offended people. I don’t expect him to publicly denounce his wife because that is not in his character. He’s between a rock and a hard place: whether he speaks up or remains silent, someone will be upset with him either way. Leighanne must have seen the criticism he’s been getting for not making some kind of statement contrary to her opinions, but she doesn’t seem to care that she is hurting both her husband’s reputation and his fans.

I know that Brian is conservative, and while I don’t agree with his political beliefs, I respect his right to have them. I also think it’s possible to be a Republican without being racist or transphobic, although I acknowledge that those lines have become more and more blurred as of late. I would like to believe Brian does not share the same extreme views as his wife. Based on what I’ve seen his brother and cousin post, I believe he was raised better than that, whereas his wife clearly wasn’t. I don’t know that for a fact, but as he’s not the one who’s been posting this stuff, my beef is not with him. It’s not Brian’s place to police his wife’s social media; Leighanne has her own mind and the right to speak it. I just wish that she would show some consideration for her famous husband, if not for the fans that help fund her lifestyle, and think about the consequences of her words before she puts them out into the world.

For the record: Black lives matter. Trans women are women, and trans men are men. Covid-19 is real and should be taken seriously, not treated as a hoax. And Donald Trump is both a terrible leader and a horrible human being.

One of my favorite things about being a part of the Backstreet Boys fandom is how it’s enabled me to meet so many amazing fans from all around the world, people I would never have had the opportunity to know otherwise. We were brought together by a shared love of five men and the music they make, and hate has no place in our fandom. Rather than let one woman divide us, I hope the BSB Army will unite behind the Boys, support and learn from each other, and celebrate the diversity that makes us such a force to be reckoned with. Personally, I’ve learned a lot from friends who come from different countries and cultures, and I’m still learning how to be a better ally to friends of color and friends in the LGBTQ community. I want visitors from all backgrounds and parts of the world to feel welcome here. My escape is yours as well.

With that being said, I’ll be back Thursday night with the next chapter of Heroic Measures. Thanks for reading!

Wayback Wednesday #20: 2019

Today is the twentieth anniversary of Dreamer’s Sanctuary! On April 29, 2000, I registered my first Geocities account and posted the first pages of my first fanfiction website. I wish I had a screenshot of what the site looked like back then, but sadly, I don’t, and the Wayback Machine doesn’t go back that far. My fifteenth anniversary April Fool’s Day layout comes close, especially the main page, which had a light blue cloud background, purple Comic Sans font (’cause Comic Sans was da bomb back then, at least among us teenyboppers! LOL), and some of the same pictures and graphics. My current layout, which I’ve had for the last few years, pays homage to the original cloud layout.

When I started this site, I had just turned 15 years old and had been writing fanfic for about four months. I only had a few stories to post. Two decades later, I just turned 35 and have over 70 stories posted online. It’s been fun blogging about some of the most memorable ones from the past twenty years over these last twenty weeks.

For my last Wayback Wednesday post, we’re looking back at last year and the story that resuscitated my writing hobby, A Heart That Isn’t Mine.

SPOILER WARNING: If you haven’t read the story, please do that before you read the rest of this blog.

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Wayback Wednesday #19: 2018

Be sure to get your votes in for Round 3 of the Story Tournament before Saturday! Personally, I thought the battle between Curtain Call and Sick as My Secrets would be a lot closer than it was last time I looked… but maybe the slash fans haven’t had their say yet.

Dreamer’s Sanctuary’s 20th anniversary is only one week away, so this is the second to the last of the Wayback Wednesday blogs I’ve been doing. For this week’s blog, we’re going back to 2018, which isn’t even really worth blogging about because it was the worst year of my life, a year in which bad things happened and I wrote next to nothing. I don’t even have a story to reflect on for 2018 because, although I worked on several over the course of the year, I literally only updated one, 1000 Ways to Kill Nick Carter, and I already blogged about that one. Sad panda.

2018 started off promisingly. I posted on New Year’s Day, bragging about what a productive winter break I’d had so far, how I’d started not one, but two new novels. And that was true! I started the story that would eventually become A Heart That Isn’t Mine for the second time, after scrapping the first draft I’d started the previous summer. (More on that next week.) I also started a Kevin/Nick story called My Brother’s Keeper, which I felt good enough about to share a “sneak peek” of, but not confident enough about to post “officially” with the implied commitment of continuing to update it regularly. After four years of being flaky with my updates due to being busy with my master’s classes and life in general, I was determined to be more consistent about updating my next story, so I wanted to wait until I was far enough into said story to start posting it. For the second year in a row, I made a New Year’s resolution, this time to write something every day. I’d kept the previous year’s resolution to write every weekend for longer than I thought I would, and it definitely helped me get back on track and finish Sick as My Secrets sooner than I had expected to. Surely, making another resolution would help me get going on another story, right?

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Wayback Wednesday #18: 2017

Have you voted for your favorite DS fics in Round 2 of the Story Tournament yet?  If not, click here to cast your votes!

For this week’s Wayback Wednesday blog, we’re going back to 2017. The first half of 2017 was really productive for me, in terms of writing. After being pretty flaky the previous three years due to my master’s program, I was determined to show some discipline and get back into a more regular writing routine. I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, but I set one that year to write every weekend. Not only did I keep that resolution until Nick Plague struck me down in March, but I wrote daily for two months straight. I got back into my groove with Sick as My Secrets and finished it in June.

And then… nothing.

I spent the rest of that summer (really, the whole next year) struggling with what I like to call “WADD,” or Writer’s Attention Deficit Disorder, which is when I flit aimlessly from one project to another without being able to settle down on any one of them long enough to make any real progress. More on that in my next blog.

In the fall of 2017, I finally managed to write a short story called The Call, which is what I’ll be blogging about this week.

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Wayback Wednesday #17: 2016

I hope everyone’s staying healthy and hanging in there!

Have you voted in the polls for Round 1 of the Dreamer’s Sanctuary 20th Anniversary Story Tournament? If not, what are you waiting for?  Click here to cast your votes!  I changed the set-up a bit since I originally posted this on Monday to spread the polls out across four pages instead of having all sixteen on the same page because I noticed some of them weren’t loading when they were trying to do it all at the same time.  If you have any trouble getting them to load still, try refreshing the page – that has always worked for me.  You don’t have to vote in every poll, either; you can pick the ones with stories you’ve read and vote for those. The polls for Round 1 will be open the rest of this week, and Round 2 will begin on Monday.

This week, we’re going back to 2016 to talk about Sick as My Secrets. About time, right? I’ve been waiting a while to get to this one! I actually started writing this story in 2013 and began posting it in 2014, but I chose to wait until this week to blog about it because it’s literally the only story I updated in 2016. Much like Broken a decade earlier, SAMS was written during a busy time of change in my life. In the almost four years it took me to write this story, I started and finished a three-year master’s degree program and bought my first home, both of which came with more responsibilities. Between taking classes and taking care of the new house on top of working full time, my writing time decreased significantly and my updates slowed down. That’s why SAMS took me so long to write and why I wasn’t writing much else (fanfic, anyway) at the time. I’m grateful I had this story to keep me going during this period because, without it, it would have been easy to walk away from fanfic for a while, and for all I know, I may not have wanted to come back. I’m glad I did!

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